среда, 3 октября 2007 г.

Ass to mouth 4 #843

Lovely amateur babe in sexy pantyhose sucks dong and then get her backdoor dicked.











"Get those white boy clothes off that bitch." Black Master yelled, pulling out into the street.





"Lay down on the floor and don't fuckin' move or we'll cut you."





Black Master's companions pulled knives from their pockets and approached me. Their dicks bobbed in front of them as they approached me. I quickly laid on the floor of the van, keeping my eye on their blades, wondering what they were going to do to me. One of them stradled my hips and pulled on my shirt, untucking it from my pants. Then with his hands ripped open the front, spraying buttons throughout the van, causing me to gasp with shock. He pulled my shirt from under me so that he could get my arms pulled out of the sleeves. As he did this, he moved his body up onto my chest and his cock bounced against my chin. A few more inches of adjustment and his dick was resting on my face. He yanked my shirt free and positioned his legs on top of my arms, pinning me against the cold steel van floor. One of his hands wrapped itself around his exposed meat while the other pulled on my hair, lifting my head of the floor.





"Open that pussy mouth wide, bitch. Prepare to take your Black Knight's sword."





He yanked on my hair hard, making me yelp with pain. My open mouth was immediately filled with a stiff cock. He was large, probably seven inches long and fairly thick, but no where near as large as Black Master. He pulled my head forward, straining my neck and filled my mouth with his manhood. I thought that his size would be a relief from the monster that raped me previously but I was wrong. My mouth, not having to accomodate the immense girth, was able to take a lot more length. His head reached my throat and continued pushing forward. I had nearly his whole dick in my head. Only a couple of inches hard rock cock separated my nose from his nest of pubes, my chin from his balls. Even as my gag reflex kicked in, he held steady determined to see me swallow his rod.





"Better relax your pussy, boy. You are about to take it all whether you think you can or not."





My eyes started to water again, wetting the already dry cum on my face. I snuck in a final breath of air before it was cut off by the intruding shaft. His hips edged forward and his hands held tight onto the back of my head. I grunted helplessly against the dick, trying to control my gagging the best I could. I concentrated hard on relaxing my throat and as I did so his remaining two inches of manhood slid into me. He moaned loudly as his sack came to rest on my chin. He ground his hips holding my head tightly against his abdomen, teasing his cock with my throat. Panic rose quickly as my lungs ate up the small amount of air left in them. I needed to breathe soon. I struggled weakly against the rapist.





"The more you struggle, the tighter your throat is on my dick. It feels so good."





I could barely hear what he was saying. I was fading fast, I was going to pass out. My head swam near unconciousness and I was barely aware of the pubic hair tickling my nose. Then suddenly his hands released their grip and the intruding cock slid out of my throat, out of my mouth and my head crashed sharply against the van floor. Jolts of pain flashed threw my head while my lungs gasped for air. I lost my vision and my body went completely limp, unable to control itself. Somewhere distantly above me a voice was talking. Then there was nothing.





Something rubbing against my face woke me. It was cold. I was cold. I was lying on my stomach now against a steel floor completely naked. Someone grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open. I opened my eyes as the black dildo was inserted into my mouth. The reality of my situation came crashing back to me as I looked into the eyes of the one who called himself the Black Knight. He grinned wildly at me. I tried to move my arms and realized that they were bound behind my back. I wanted to struggle but my own will was wearing thin and didn't see the point. He slid the fake cock into the back of my mouth and released it. The mental image of myself was too much to bear. Naked as the day I was born, face down on the dirty cold steel floor, my hands tied behind my back so tight that I couldn't even feel my fingers when I tried to move them and a dildo limply lying half in my mouth and half on the floor.





"Our little bitch is wakin' up. I knew that the faintest taste of cock would do it. Even if it isn't real. You did real well, boy, swallowing your Black Knight's dick. Next time you may want to take in a little more air." He lauged loudly. Black Knight and the other guy went to the back of the van where a seat was set up. They pulled down their pants to their ankle, sat down and stroked their dicks. "Now get up on your knees and crawl over here so we can service ourselves."





I struggled to my knees, having to lay on my side fetal position and then throw my weight to get myself in a doggystyle position. I lifted my head up, letting the dong fall from my mouth, and came to rest on my knees. I was completely exposed to them. They ordered me to walk on my knees toward them while making fun of my cold limp dick. I lowered my head and hobbled on my knees towards them. When I was within range Black Knight reached out his large hands and grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me towards him, shoving my face into his crotch.





"Open that pussy mouth of yours wide."





I did and he pierced my mouth again with his dick. Pulling and pushing with his hands, he made me fuck his rod. Thick drool flowed from my mouth as I concentrated on not gagging and choking.





"Don't forget my friend here." He said, lifting my head off his cock and literally shoving me to the side. His cohort wasted no time, being the only one to not have a piece of my mouth, he grabbed my head quickly and jammed me onto his dick.





"Yea, 'bout time bitch. Suck my meat."





He was about the same size as Black Knight, perhaps a little thicker. He made me orally ride him as he berated me with insults, calling me his slut, his bitch.





"Do you love my black cock?" He pulled me off from him.





"Yes.." I muttered.





He held onto my hair with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, slapping it back and forth on my cheecks.





"Look at me, call me Black Daddy and tell me what you love."





"I love your cock Black Daddy." I looked at him.





"And what do you love about it?" Black Daddy leered at me.





"I love to suck on it, Black Daddy."





"I knew you did. Haha."





He rubbed his bulging head on my lips, commanding me to kiss it gently and between pecks to beg for it in my mouth. I did as I was told, pleading for his manhood. I begged and I kissed. I told him how much I needed it, wanted it, all of it. I sobbed as I sputtered desire for his meat, taking little pecks at his head. Each time he bobbed my puckered lips off his cock he would glare at me, waiting patiently for my pleads. Finally, after teasing himself for several minutes, he began to push harder down on my head, his rock hard penis pressing wantingly against my lips. I parted them and let his hands guide my mouth over the head of his dick. He stopped there and instructed me to suck on his head. Specifically, suck on his cock like it was a lollipop. Black Daddy warned me that any use of my teeth, even if by accident, wouldn't be tolerated. I took his word for it and wrapped my lips around his shaft, very conscious of where my teeth were. I sucked on his knob gently, swirling my tongue clockwise. I lapped my tongue across his piss slit and and flicked over the top of his head, slowly sucking on it as if it were a baby bottle. Black Daddy smiled down at me and moaned compliments of my technique.





"I knew you was no amateur the moment I saw you." He said and without warning pulled my suctioned lips of his cock creating a loud popping sound. "I like that sound. The sound of a dicksucker. Let's do it again."





He lowered my mouth onto his heat again and I sucked. POP. And again. POP. He laughed at me every time he made me make that sound. He must have had me do it twenty times before finally impaling himself into the depths of my throat with one brutal thrust and shove. I choked on him briefly trying to relax my throat. With my hair again, he lifted me slowly until only the head of his cock rested inside my mouth.





"Now you are going to take this whole cock into your throat and we can't have you passing out everytime we need that pussy throat of yours around our dicks. Now relax and take a deep breath and learn how to swallow cock."





His hands pushed slowly and strongly against my head. I was breathing rapidly, scared that I wouldn't be able to handle it. That I would pass out. Relaxed was the farthest feeling from my mind. The dick pushed farther into me and he warned me to take a deep breath. My lungs filled with as much air as I could get into them and then my air supply was cut off. I concentrated on my jaw and throat, wanting to relax and stretch them as far as I could. I desparately fought off my gag reflex, keeping the feeling of vomiting to a mininmum. My throat choked slightly as Black Daddy's dick explored deeper. I struggled with my panic, trying to keep it in check so I would be able to hold my air. And then, there I was. Pubes pressed against my nose and at least seven or eight inches of raging hard black dick buried into the back of my throat. Black Daddymoaned, almost grunted. He told me to look up at him so I raised my eyes to him.





"I knew you could do it white boy. I knew you wanted to do it. Now you probably would like to breath so just nod your head if you are proud of yourself and what you've done."





I nodded at him, causing him to moan as his cock got massaged by my throat. He released his hands and I lifted my head, dislodging the dick from my throat and pulled in scared breaths of air rapidly through my nose.





"Now practice your new cocksucking knowledge on me until I come in your mouth."





By this time, my back and neck were killing me. My hands were numb from their bondage and holding myself in this kneeling position with the use of my arms was becoming painful. Nevertheless, I bobbed my head on his shaft and orally fucked him. I was slow at first, practicing my new deepthroating skills, knowing this would please him. My first attempt failed, unable to control my gagging, but my second attempt found my nose nestled in his pubes. Black Daddy showed his pleasure with load moans. I facially rode his dick slowly for nearly five minutes, swallowing him whole several times. I was amazed at how easy taking all of him in me was becoming. I started bobbing faster on his rod until I was almost frantic about it. He moaned louder now and I felt him stiffen even more in my mouth. God, I could even feel his pulse beating against my lips. With a final plunge, I buried his dick into the back of my head.





"OH FUCK...Oh MY GOD...aaaAAHHAhhhh..."





He held my head in his lap as he exploded cum into my gullet. His hot semen coated my raw throat. As if in slow motion, cum was fed into me. With each new load being emptied, my tongue felt his cum make its way from the base of his shaft, dumping into me. Finally, he released his grasp and his body went limp. His softening dick slid from my throat as I withdrew from him. His semi-erect shaft slapped wetly against his leg as if fell from my mouth. I looked at him and he smiled at me.





"Goddamn..I knew you was a cocksucker but...Goddamn..." He slapped Black Knight next to him. "That was one of the best goddamn blowjobs I've ever had. This bitch swallowed every damn bit of me. You like eating cum, don't you?"





"Yes Black Daddy."





"Yes Black Daddy what?"





"Yes Black Daddy, I like eating cum."





"I gotta get me some of that. Do like you did to him, bitch. Make me cum."





I dragged my knees across the steel van floor and put myself in between Black Knight's legs. His dick pointed lustfully at me, pulsing with anticipation. Opening my jaw, I lowered my face into his crotch. His dick was definitely big, but not quite as thick as Black Daddy's. I found it humiliatingly easy to swallow his shaft. Black Knight was definitely a fan of my newfound knowledge and let me know with crass insults and humiliating slurs. He apologized for making me pass out and not teaching me how to deepthroat properly. Occasionally he would slap me lightly on the back of the head if I was doing something he wanted done, like I was supposed to read his mind. It took nearly twice as long to get him to cum because he wouldn't let me speed up. When I did get the chance, like Black Daddy, he groaned and moaned like he had never had his dick sucked before. When I went for the final plunge, he practically screamed as my throat opened up and took all of his manhood into my head. But just as fast as it was buried, he pulled on my ears and lifted me. His first explosion of cum shout me in the open gaping mouth. The next shot me in the face, blasting my nose and up my forehead and back down across my left eye. I gasped with shock as another blast of cum sprayed across my other eye and arced across my forehead dumping more semen onto my left eye again. I squeezed my eyelids shut out of fear of getting a dircect blast into my eyes. I felt his dick rest on my lips and his head slid into my open mouth. Two smalls loads of cum emptied into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his head and sucked cum out of him. He laughed and moaned.





"Open though cum covered eyes of yours. And don't close them again."





I opened my eyes, my eyelids resisting against the cum sticking to my eyelashes. It burned as some semen leaked onto my eyeballs but I feared closing them.





"Your Black Daddy was right, you are a good cocksucker. And you look so pretty with Your Black Knight's cum painted on your face." As though his dick was a brush, he smeared his seed over me. "I hope you have as sweet of a manpussy as you do a mouth pussy."





They both laughed. Black Knight roughly pushed me backwards and I fell to the van floor. I was used. I was a whore.





"Crawl over to that fake dick of yours and show us what you learned today."





I looked up through blurry eyes towards the rubber dong and dragged myself the best that I could to it. I struggled to get it upright on the floor by my captors didn't seem to mind the show. When it was pointing up to the sky I looked at it briefly in disbelief and started to give it a blowjob.





"You boys dicks satisfied for now? We're almost to his house. Another five minutes and we'll be strolling through his front door." Black Master spoke for the first time in awhile.





"Yea, we're satisfied for now. When do we get some of this white pussy ass?"





"Patience, we'll be there soon enough and then I'm sure we'll be able to give him what he needs."





"Keep sucking that dick boy until we tell you to stop. And show us how you swallowed such big dicks."





Cum was starting to dry on my face, crusting it more than it already was. Jesus, these guys were taking me to my house. They were going to fuck me in the ass. Black Master's cock was big enough to destroy my anus to an unusable point. Thank God my girlfriend wasn't home and wouldn't be for eight or nine more hours, who knows what they would do to her. Would they keep me prisoner that long? I was supposed to fly out at seven in the morning and it had to be 11 o'clock or midnight. Was I even going to be let go?





My head spun and I felt sick to my stomach. I began crying once again. I took a deep breath and tried to clear my thoughts, to thick of an escape plan of some sort. I lowered my head on the fake phallus and lost all thought of escape as I concentrated on deepthroating this unforgiving rubber. My jaw stretched and my throat flexed. Eight inches of rubber lay in my throat as my nose touched the floor and the two person crowd jeered with delight, counting how many seconds I could hold myself in that position. 'Again, again.' the crowd jeered and I repeated myself. And repeated. And again.

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понедельник, 1 октября 2007 г.

Ass to mouth 4 #782

Lovely amateur babe in sexy pantyhose sucks dong and then get her backdoor dicked.










for obvious reasons it is not my own name. However, it is similar to the name of a friend I had in university and whose personality I like to adopt when I write.





I am 35 years old and live in an old house in the suburbs of Copenhagen, Denmark, (that's a country in Europe - in case you don't know). I have two children and I am happily married. And no - I am not going to tell you what I look like - just imagine whatever turns you on. I can tell you though, that I am still attractive enough to make men's heads turn.



I am sorry to disappoint you; I am not a husband-cheating slut who cannot get enough sex. But what am I like then? I don't really know. I have always liked to write, and from when I was quite young, I have both documented real sexual experiences in my diary, and written fiction. Usually the fiction is based upon something that has happened, and which in itself hasn't been very naughty or exciting, but for some reason has got my imagination going. When my husband is away I often sit at the computer writing what I dream could happen. That really excites me and I love to write when I am in that condition. Later however, when I read them again I can feel quite embarrassed.





I am a little bit of an exhibitionist; I like people looking at me. In Denmark topless swimming at the beaches is quite normal. I love being at the beach, knowing people are looking at me. Fortunately stiff nipples can be explained away by the cold wind, of which we have a lot of there. I like to wear loose blouses or dresses and get quite excited when I discover somebody looking at my tits. I know my husband likes me to do it, and he often encourages me, but I cannot get myself to admit to him that I actually enjoy it. I just let him believe I accept it for his sake.





I have only had a few extramarital affairs, and they are not really anything I feel bad about, because they have only been single occurrences, and only driven by sexual desire, and not because I loved somebody else. Before I met my husband, I was quite wild and I feel I have experienced enough during that time, so that I don't need more than the relationship with husband can supply (which I am pleased to say, is quite a lot).





However, I do have these wild dreams. I wouldn't dare to dream of them coming true, but I like to write about them. The other day I found a site, which asked for people to submit their own naughty stories. I had never really thought of publicising any of mine, but all of a sudden, the thought excited me tremendously. I took one of the few stories I have written about a real occurrence and sent it in. I don't know what will happen to it - I can't be bothered to pay for access to the site to see if they feature it, but having done it and experienced the thrill of it, it has made me want to write and publish more of my writings.





What I would like to do is write stories and publish them in this newsgroup. There is a lot of SPAM, but some people seem to request real-life stories, so I hope to find an audience. My stories are either based upon some occurrence that has triggered my imagination, or they entirely fictitious or possibly some of the real occurrences of things I have written about in the past.





The following is the only thing that has come to my mind recently, but I hope you like it. Comments are welcome at doalfer@hotmail.com





In preparation for a big party we were invited to, my husband Poul and I went to the shops in Copenhagen. I wanted a nice, somewhat "daring" dress, and we had to go to the more expensive shops to find a suitable one. I used Poul as an indication as to whether the dress I was trying on, was "exciting" enough. I knew he wanted me to wear something which would show my body off, and I let him believe I was doing it for his sake. He likes the simple type with a bare back and just a couple of strings to hold up the front, usually tied at the back of the neck, or perhaps with a more elaborate string system. I like that sort too, as they show off my body nicely. As I tried on the third one in as many shops, I started to suspect that Poul just had me trying on so many because he liked that fact that I had to strip practically naked in the fitting-room to change into them.



He would usually manage to slip aside the curtain just as I was getting a dress over my head, and I know from the look at his face that that he was getting excited from watching me. I actually felt a bit excited myself, so I let him leave the curtain open a bit, so he could see in from outside as I changed into the next dress. I expected him to be looking at me, so I was surprised when I looked through the gap in the curtain, that I could not see him. Seeing I was decent enough now and I was wearing the next dress, I peeked out through the curtain. Poul was standing a bit further over to the side, and I realised that another couple was also trying out clothes in the fitting-room next to ours. He was pretending not to look, but I knew he was trying to peer into the other changing room. He finally saw me and came over, commented on the dress, but obviously wanting to get back to his old position. I don't know what he could see in the other fitting-room, but I could see the other guy doing the same outside the other one; looking in, commenting, hanging around bored and pretending not to look at me or the crack Poul had left open in the curtain into our fitting-room. I was slightly annoyed, but I could also feel myself getting excited. I looked out again, Poul never looked my way again, so I left the curtain about 8 inches open, turned my back to the gap and started to slip the dress over my head again.



I don't know if the other guy was looking in. I tried to look in the mirror but I couldn't see anything in that direction, and I was too embarrassed to turn around and maybe find him staring at me. I just made sure I turned sideways to the opening as I pulled the dress over my head, maybe leaving my arms up a bit longer than necessary.



I knew he must be watching, what guy wouldn't? I just hoped Poul being there didn't make the guy shy. I bent down to get my shoes off (I had brought high heels along to try on with the dresses, as they don't look good in flat shoes), even though I could have waited until I had my T-shirt on again. I only had on my small tanga panties, which I was going to wear under the dress, and as I imagined him looking at me like that, I felt my nipples go hard. I found and changed the shoes. I took a long time to *find* my T-shirt and get it on. Finally I was finished and had to emerge. The other guy was in a perfect position to look in - but he didn't look at me, or in any way indicate if he had been watching. As my excitement subsided I felt a bit embarrassed and we hurried out of the shop. We went back to the first shop, tried on the very first dress again - but this time the changing was entirely uneventful, and I finally decided on that one.



Thinking back on this and writing it, makes it feel much more exciting than it was at the time. I don't even know if anybody saw anything - but gosh, have I been dreaming about it ever since.



Let's backtrack a bit: I looked out again, Poul was not looking my way, so I left the curtain 8 to 10 inches open, turned my back to the opening, and started to slip the dress over my head again. In the mirror I saw some movement through the opening. First I thought it was Poul, but then I realised the other guy had positioned himself so he could pretend to be looking into the other changing room, but also have a clear view of me through the opening in the curtains. I decided that if Poul could look at other girls, I could have a bit of fun too. I changed my mind and let the dress drop down again. I turned around looking at it from all sides.



I pretended to check how revealing it was by lifting the material away at the sides baring my breasts. I turned back and forth pretending to look at myself in the mirror but actually I was looking at him. He was handsome, with a rather square face and sand-coloured hair. I found myself getting really excited and I wet my fingers and squeezed my nipples hard. I let the material cover my breasts again and pretended to check how much my hard nipples were visible through the material. I wondered how that made him feel. The dress clung to my body. I stretched it down over my backside pretending to see how much my tanga strings were visible through the material. I decided they were too obvious and lifted up the dress so that I could try to reposition them, and at the same time letting him see a good deal of my bottom. I was still quite tanned from the summer, and I had a distinct white area where my bikini bottoms had been. I always find that this area is rather private, because it indicates where you haven't otherwise been willing to reveal in public. Having tanned breasts shows that you sunbathe topless, but baring the white parts of my bottom is to me really exciting. After having dropped the dress again I could still see the outline of the tanga, so I lifted up the dress once again, and this time removing the panties completely. I made sure the dress stayed up above the cheeks of my bottom as I bent down to untangle the panties from my shoes, giving him a perfect view of my upturned rear-end. I keep my pubic hair neatly trimmed as I cannot otherwise wear small bikini bottoms, but I still leave enough hair to make it look as though I'm not completely shaved. However, I know that from that position he must have been able to see my swollen lips, which were probably obviously glistening wet from my excited state.





As I stood up again I looked in the mirror. He was right at the opening, not even pretending not to look in. I wondered what Poul was doing. Was he so concentrating on what he was seeing in the other room that he wasn't noticing? Or was he finding it exciting to let the other guy watch? Maybe they had agreed to swap positions to look at each other's wives? As these thoughts flew through my head I realised that he was looking straight at my eyes in the mirror, and was obviously well aware that I was looking at him also.



I didn't look away but kept staring back - provocatively indicating that I didn't mind. He could look as much as he liked - or more if he dared.



I looked away again, smoothing the material over my backside. Obviously now there was no outline, but on the other hand it clung to the body in a way which also definitely showed that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. Did I dare to go to the party like this?



As I was pondering this question I felt more than saw the curtain move. I looked in the mirror and saw the guy slipping in. I didn't know what to feel. The situation was unreal. I know I had been goading him along, I know I was getting very excited myself, but I hadn't really thought it would come to this! I kept thinking that as long as Poul was outside it was safe to go along with this guy. Now I could see Poul standing in the gap looking in, but quite obviously not intending to interfere. A shiver went through my body as I realised that Poul wanted this guy to be in here with me. All of a sudden I felt so horny that my legs almost buckled under me. Fortunately the guy was now up against me, holding his hands on my shoulders. All I could do was lean up against him resting my neck on his shoulder. He smelled nice. I looked in the mirror and saw him slowly sliding the straps down over my shoulders and lifting the dress free of my breasts. My nipples were as hard as I can remember ever having seen them. I am quite proud of my tits; even after two kids they are large and firm but maybe not as firm as when I was 18. The softness makes them wobble when I walk, making it clear when I am not wearing a bra, which I know makes guys look at me. Now this guy cupped them, lifting them up and squeezing the nipples. I closed my eyes as he kept working them over and kissing my neck. He grabbed my hair and forced my face towards him so he could kiss my mouth. I was hungry for a kiss. He smelled of excited man and I could feel a harness against my bottom as he was getting more excited. Boy, this was so naughty. How could this be happening? We were only five feet from his own wife and from Poul, who had now moved the curtain further aside and made no secret of watching us.



I didn't really care what, where or who, I was loosing it. I just wanted this to advance to wherever it might lead, and the circumstances just made it more sexy and exciting.



I felt his hand travelling down my stomach, grabbing a handful of skirt and pulling it up. I looked in the mirror as my thighs became visible. Again he lowered his hand, this time grabbing the hem at the bottom of the dress and pulling it all the way up, baring my crotch. I could clearly see where the tuft of hair I had deliberately left stopped, and the shaven part of my pussy began. I lifted my hands over my head indicating that I wanted him to take it off completely. Being in front of the mirror added extra excitement, because it really made me even more aware that I was now standing in front of a stranger, completely naked, just letting him do whatever he wanted. I turned sideways to him, making it easier for his hand to reach between my legs. I knew I was wet, but only when his hands started to travel over my pussy, lightly touching my lips and spreading the wetness all over, did I realise just how wet I had become. I put one leg up on the small chair in the corner of the room, allowing him easier access. He took advantage of that and soon found my clit, but only teasingly, touching it lightly. I grabbed his hand and violently pressed it on me, rubbing it hard against me, the way I now craved. I could feel the nails of his other hand travelling down my back. I thrust my bottom towards it, wanting it to join in the game. He wet his fingers in my juices, and then travelled back up to my other hole, wetting it. I was going wild; I just love that feeling. He wet it a bit more and inserted a finger carefully in my anus. I almost jumped. He was now working me over really well. I clung on to his head as he kissed me; he worked on my clit with one hand and slowly worked a finger in and out of my anus. I wasn't long before I came in a violent shudder. I finally removed my mouth from his as his finger slipped out of me. I was still shaking as I whispered in his ear "fuck me". I don't usually use that word, but it seemed the only appropriate one on this occasion.



He didn't say anything - as a matter of fact I never heard him say a word - he just turned me around again facing the mirror. My face was flushed, I had red blotches on my tits, and my hair looked like I had just come in from the rain. I wanted him to grab my tits again, but realised he was undoing his trousers. When his hands finally grabbed my tits again I felt his penis straining against my bottom. I lifted my hands over hid shoulders, folding them behind his head. I stood on my toes so he could get between my legs, but he was so tall! He moved my hands and bent me over, so I rested with my hands on the chair. I spread my legs and stood on the tips of my toes, and finally I felt it sliding past my anus and in between my legs, but still not penetrating. I looked up in mirror. With his eyes closed he moved back and forth sliding his penis against my wet lips. I looked between my legs and saw its head poking at me. It was bent like a banana, with quite a large blue head. I grabbed it with my hand and forced it against me, as I also started to move against it. I looked in the mirror again. He was obviously now also getting really excited. His face was red and his hair dishevelled. I could just barely see Poul at the entrance. I was wondering again what he thought of this, when I felt his penis sliding into me. He had finally had enough of playing around and soon we were going at full blast. I had to hold on to the arms of the chair as he plunged into me harder and harder. I like being taken from behind. I like my tits hanging free, bouncing with each thrust. I often do it with Poul this way, also in front of a mirror, as he loves watching my bouncing tits. I was well aware of him looking at me now. It was just so erotic and exciting, doing it with somebody else, right here in front of him. I know he has been dreaming about experiencing this, because he had told me many times before.



With one hand the guy let go of my hips and when he found a dangling tit and nipple to squeeze, I almost came. I thrust back against him as hard as I could and soon felt him speeding up. He grabbed my hips again with both hands so he could pull me harder against him. I started to shake. I could so clearly feel his big mushroom head pounding into me, and actually watching it in the mirror was just such a turn-on. I had a hard time not letting out small yelps as I started to come, but managed to bite my lips to stop it. I started an uncontrollable shake as at just the right time, he slipped a wet finger into my anus again. I was still shaking as he came inside me. A couple of strong thrusts almost knocked over the chair, and he was done. But my aftershocks were only just subsiding as he grabbed a tit with his free hand, and moved me to an upright position, still with a finger up my backside. As he squeezed my nipple hard and worked his finger in and out of me, I came again in a small orgasm. Finally he slipped the finger out and let go of me. I grabbed my tits myself because I like playing with my orgasm-hardened nipples right after I have come. I realised he must have been busy getting his trousers back up, but when I looked up he was gone, and instead I saw Poul coming in. I leant against him totally spent.



"Is this the dress you want?" he said as if nothing had happened.



"No," I said, "I think it is too provocative, you never know what might happen, if I was to wear a thing like that."



He slipped out again, and this time I noticed he closed the curtains completely. "Closing the barn door after the horse has bolted," came to my mind as I got dressed again. I still looked like I had been in a thunderstorm, and I could still feel sperm running out of me, but that just kind of confirmed what had happened; I still really couldn't believe it. I never saw see the guy again, and Poul never spoke about it either. But he did manage to get me to go to the party with no underwear - so maybe the experience had changed something for me after all.





*****

Back to real life again. I just loved writing like this! It gets me really excited. I wish I could jump into my stories and actually experience them, and then jump out again if I felt bad about it.



Hope you like the story; I am off to bed now.



Hugs Jenny.

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Lovely amateur babe in sexy pantyhose sucks dong and then get her backdoor dicked.











Miss Goody Two Shoes





As I was hanging out my washing, Mary, my elderly neighbour called me over.


�Victoria, I don�t really know how to tell you this, but my son is coming to stay with us, on Wednesday.� she muttered.


�That�ll be nice for you. I didn�t know that you had a son,� I replied, somewhat in shock.


We�d lived next to Mary and Ron for over two years and they�d never mentioned a son.


�He�s been away,� she continued, �in jail.� The last two words were whispered.


�Oh!� I put my hand over my mouth, �You never said.�


�Well, we were embarrassed, and we didn�t think that he would want to come home, but his parole officer has insisted. I�m sorry, I�m really sorry.� Mary was crying now.


Over a cup of coffee, Mary explained that Tony had got in a fight with his girlfriends� ex and stabbed him. A condition of his early release was that he had to live at home for six months.


My husband was just as shocked, as I was, when I told him the news. We agreed that there was nothing that we could do, but to be civil to him, for Mary and Ron's sake, and we�d try to keep our young sons away from him.


On the Wednesday evening I watched Mary and Ron arrive home from prison with their son.


He was a �man-mountain�! Over six feet tall and he�d obviously spent all of his free time in the gym.


We didn�t see or hear anything from our neighbours over the next few days. Then on the Saturday, when I was hanging out yet more washing, I could hear clanging noises from Ron�s garage. I looked up to see Tony setting up some gym equipment through the open door. When he spotted me, he waved. I smiled and nervously waved back.


Over the next few days I would hear or see him working out whenever I was in my garden or kitchen, when he spotted me he would always wave and flash a very cheeky smile.


On the Wednesday, when I was hanging out the washing (again!), I heard Tony grunting as he lifted his heavy weights.


I looked over to see him lifting some weights above his head, only wearing a pair of tiny shorts. I�d never seen a man that looked so fit. His whole body was full of rippling muscles. He looked like someone off Baywatch, but with cheap tattoos on his arms.


I must have been staring at him for a couple of minutes, because I was startled when he dropped the weights, grinned and went into one of those poses that makes a bodybuilders� body look like it�s going to explode.


Embarrassed I ran into the house.


The following day I was late for work, and as I ran down the garden path I dropped my keys.


As I bent over to pick them up I heard a car horn �toot�. I looked up to see Tony sitting in the drivers seat of a smart BMW.





�Do you need a lift?� he asked.


Flustered, I looked at my watch. A lift would be great � but from him?


�Hmmm,� I mumbled, as I looked at my watch again.


He flashed his shiny smile, �Come on, get in. I won�t bite!� he laughed as he opened the door, �Well, maybe a little nibble!� he said with a cheeky wink.


I got in, and as I turned to pull on the seat belt, I was conscious that my short skirt had risen up my thigh.


�Hey! Hey!� he laughed as he squeezed my thigh; �You really do know how to make a man feel welcome!�


�Stop that!� I shouted as I slapped his hand, �Let me out!�


Still laughing he accelerated the car out of the street.


Each time he changed gear he deliberately stroked my leg.


Terrified, I tried to move to the edge of the seat, but he grabbed my thigh and pulled me back.


�Ha, ha, ha. You�re not frightened of little old me, are you?� He cackled.


�Sort of.� I mumbled.


�I don�t think so.� Tony said, �I�ve seen you watching me working out. 'Miss Goody Fucking Two Shoes'! You like what you see, don�t you?�


I stared out of the window, trying to ignore him.


�That husband of yours is a bit boring, isn�t he?� he continued, �it�s no wonder that you�ve been flashing your little knickers for me.�


�I have not!� I retorted, as we stopped at some traffic lights.


�Yes you have. Every time you bend over, you flash your pants. You know you do! And don�t get me started about what you put on your washing line.� He laughed, as he began stroking the outside of my thigh, �My favourites are the pink frilly ones. Have you got them on now?� He asked as he lifted up the front of my skirt and turned his head to look at the crotch of my knickers.


I was so frightened I felt unable to stop him.


� White and see through! I can�t see much bush either. You are a little minx, aren�t you!� He whispered into my ear, as I straightened my skirt, �If I got you on your own you'd be a right dirty fuck, wouldn't you? Miss Goody Fucking Two Shoes? I don�t think so!�





�Why are you calling me that?� I asked, with tears filling my eyes.


�My Mum has told me all about you and your �perfect� husband- Mr. Boring, and you � Missus Fucking Perfect!�


�This is where I need to get out?� I whispered as he pulled up outside of the office where I work.


�I know.� He winked as he leant over me, touching my breasts, as he opened my door.


As I moved to get out, he grabbed my leg, �Don�t I get a little kiss?� he asked as he stroked my thigh again.


�Piss off!� I hissed, as I slammed the door and ran across the pavement.


Once inside I locked myself in the toilet. I was trembling with fear. I couldn�t believe what that man had just done to me and I�d done nothing to stop him.


I couldn�t concentrate, all day. My head was in a spin. Was he right about me flashing my panties at him? I love wearing hipster jeans and that is one of the consequences, but I�d not do it on purpose � would I? Also, I�d honestly, never thought about hanging my underwear on the line in the garden. After all who would see them apart from Mary and my husband.


Of course, things were different now, because I had a red blooded, ex-convict living next door, who hadn�t seen a woman for two whole years, so I would have to be more discrete.


The following morning, at the same time, Tony was waiting for me at the bottom of our street.


His car door swung open, �Get in.� he ordered.


I looked around, to see if anyone that I knew was watching. There wasn�t, so I slid into the passenger seat. Without saying a word, he sped off.


�Enjoy the ride yesterday?� he laughed.


�Not really.� I grumbled, as I tried to squeeze my legs together.


Stupidly (?) I�d worn the same skirt as yesterday, so when I turned to grab the seat belt my skirt rose up my calf.


� I think that you�re telling a little white lie.� Tony told me as he stroked my leg with one of his fingers.


�Just drive.� I instructed, as I folded my arms across my large chest.


Laughing at me, he said, �I bet you�re wearing those little pink pants today. Can I have a look?�


�No.� I told him gruffly.


�No � you�re not wearing pink? No � I can�t look? Or no � you�re not wearing any?� he asked as his hand touched my knee when he changed gear, making me flinch.


�NO � you can�t look.� I told him.


�Ha ha! So how will I know if you�re wearing pink or none at all?� he chuckled as he took hold of the hem of my skirt.


As we stopped for traffic lights I grabbed his wrist. �They�re pink. Happy now?�


With that our eyes met, and we both burst out laughing.


�You knew that I�d be waiting for you, didn�t you?� he asked and I smiled in the affirmative, �and you wore them especially for me?� I shook my head in the negative, but my smile gave me away. �Sweet.� He said as he shook my hand away and lifted my skirt up so he could see my knickers. I slightly spread my legs so that he could get a better look.


When the lights changed he slid his hand up my skirt. I let out a small sigh when his fingers touched my pussy. It was already wet � very wet.


�Does that feel good?� he asked as he pressed the thin material against my dampening crease.


I could only nod, as he was now tickling my swollen clit, making me bite my lip to stop myself cumming in the front of his car.


He had to take his hand away to change gear as we pulled up outside of my office, leaving me a little bit frustrated, as I was so close to an orgasm.


Again he leant across my chest to open my door, gently touching my swelling breasts.


�Same time tomorrow?� He asked.


�I don�t work weekends.� I told him as I smugly raised my eyebrows.


He shrugged his shoulders and said, �I suppose that I�ll just see you in the garden then.�


�You never know!� I replied as I walked away, noticeably swinging my hips.


I don�t know what happened to me in that 24 hours, but all I could think about was sex. Dirty sex. Very dirty sex.


The rest of the day went in a flash. I was in a constant state of arousal. Even my bra couldn�t hide my nipples poking through my sweater. And my knickers �swished� when I walked because they were so wet. I couldn�t believe what I had let him do to me, even if I had worn my tiny pink g-string just in case the previous morning�s events were repeated (lol!).


Here I was, a happily married woman, having sexy thoughts about this ex-con bully.


That night when I made love with my husband, all I could think about was Tony �taking me� like a wild animal.


The next morning, when I was hanging out (even more) washing, I kept looking over to the garage, where I could hear Tony working out.


Just when I thought that he wouldn�t show himself, one of the doors swayed open.


He stood there like an Adonis in his tight shorts. His body was glowing with sweat.


My heart was pounding as I gave him a smile and a discrete wave. He flashed his toothy smile and crudely grabbed his crotch. In reply I stuck my tongue out at him.


With that he pulled his pants down with one hand and waved his cock at me! I swear that it nearly touched his knees. My eyes must have been like saucers! �Shit!� I thought, �that can�t be real, it�s huge!� It really was. Tony was laughing at me, as 10 yards away I couldn�t take my eyes off his cock as he swung it round in a circle.


The moment was shattered as my telephone rang. Still laughing at my shock Tony stepped back into his garage.


Later, I went shopping with my husband so didn�t see anymore of Tony until the Sunday morning.


As I was hanging out my freshly laundered underwear (g-strings and bras), I turned to see Tony standing next to the garage door, with his arms folded and his long cock and heavy balls hanging outside of his shorts for me to see.


I grinned at him, and quickly looked around, just to make sure that no one could see me, and lifted the front of my skirt, exposing my freshly trimmed pussy. His eyes were now like saucers!


He waved me towards him. I shook my head as I straightened my denim skirt.


He started to �waggle� his cock, making it stiffen, and again waved me to him.


My breathing was getting heavier and I know that my nipples were poking through my vest, but I stood my ground.


�No� I mouthed.


�Please!� he mouthed back, and his cock was now stiffening nicely.


I walked towards him, with my wash basket for protection.


�Has your mum gone to see your Auntie?� I quietly asked him.


�Yes, with dad.� He grinned as he thought that he was in for a treat.


�Good. Put that away, and follow me in then,� I told him.


Mary, Ron and my husband were creatures of habit. Every Sunday they would be at her sister�s house until after 6, and my husband would go to his parents until 5, and then he would ring me to say he was on the way home.


Once inside my kitchen, I threw the basket down and threw my arms around Tony, the ex-convict.


Tony towered above me as our lips mashed together while our tongues were like two snakes in the grass as they wrestled with each other inside our hot mouths.


His hand went straight up the back of my skirt and groped my naked arse cheeks.


He pulled away from my mouth, �How long have we got?� he asked, as he pulled my arse cheeks apart.


�Until 5, but he�ll ring first.� I panted as I grabbed his cock through his shorts.


�Let�s go upstairs, then,� he demanded, �I want to fuck you on that smug twat�s bed!�


With that he grabbed my wrist, and pulled me towards the stairs.


�What�s he done wrong to upset you?� I asked, puzzled.


�You�ve seen the way he looks down his nose at me, haven�t you?� he replied as we went upstairs two at a time, �Which room?� he asked, as he pushed the bathroom door. �The end one.� I panted, as he still held me by the wrist.


�Very nice! This looks comfortable,� he smiled as he looked at my King-size four poster bed.


Once inside we clung onto each other, kissing as if our lives depended on it. I wrapped my tiny arms around him as he lifted my skirt onto my hips, so that he could stroke and grope my arse as I ground my crotch into his hard cock.


Breaking our kiss, he told me, �Show me your tits!� I stepped back and with one swipe threw my pink vest across the room.


�Oh God! They�re fucking beautiful!� he groaned as he fell to his knees. His tongue lashed across my nipples. Suckling on the teats of my 38DD tits, he moaned and groaned as I stroked his shaven head.


�I�d nearly forgot how nice a woman�s tits felt.� He whispered as he licked my stiff nipples, �They smell so fucking nice,� he continued as his hands mauled my arse, and then moving around the front, he stroked my trimmed pubes until his fingers easily penetrated my sopping pussy.


In my desire I�d forgot that he�d been in prison for two years without any female company.


Suddenly my mind raced; if he hadn�t had sex with a woman, then��.. �Oh my God!�


I tensed up.


�What�s wrong?� he asked.


�If you�ve been in prison, what did you do for�you know�.sex?� I asked as he rose to his feet, his cock swinging like a pendulum.


As he sat me on the bed so that he could remove my skirt, he told me. �I wanked a lot, and if it all got too much�well?� He dropped my skirt leaving me naked in front of him; �With the lights off, a blow job�s a blow job.� He now pushed me onto my bed and spread my legs wide open, �and a tight arsehole is a tight arsehole anywhere in the world!�


�That�s disgusting!� I told him as he began kissing my soaking pussy. His tongue quickly sent me into spasms as it entered crevices that I didn�t know that I had.


I tugged and pulled at my throbbing nipples as he sent me into orbit with his tongue and fingers.


�Oh my God! Oh my fucking God! I�m cumming! I�m fucking cumming!� I squealed as a magnificent orgasm flooded through my body.


He stood in front of my trembling body waving his rock hard cock at me.


�You�ve had your fun, now it�s my turn.� He told me as he crooked his finger at me and pointed at that magnificent lump of meat.


I shuffled forward and just managed to wrap my small hands around the girth. It felt red hot, and when I lined my face up next to it, there was an overwhelming smell of sweat. But I knew that there was no turning back now.


I rubbed it across my face and kissed the shaft before I pulled back his floppy foreskin and licked the purple glans.


Running his fingers through my hair he pulled me closer, �Good girl. Now suck it! Suck it properly. Not like you do with that twat of a husband, suck it like a whore!� With that I opened my lips and sucked the knob in, �My Mam wouldn�t think that you were Miss Goody Two Shoes if she could see you sucking my cock; would she?� he grunted as he stroked my cheek.


It tasted so, so good, and it only took the knob and a couple of inches to fill my mouth up.


I wrapped my fingers around the excess shaft and gently rubbed and wanked him as I began sucking and licking his monster cock.


�That�s good. Yes, yes, yes.� He groaned as he twisted my hair, �Good girl. Oh fuck you�re good!� he continued as I increased my sucking and rubbing until I was nearly in a frenzy. I had to breathe through my nose because I had so much cock in my mouth.


�Does your husband know what a good little cock- sucker you are? I bet that he doesn�t! Come on get it all in! Suck it harder! Come on faster! I�m gonna fill your mouth with spunk!�


I�d never felt like this before. Even though I knew where his cock had been, for the last two years, all I could think of was making him cum, and making him cum in my mouth, something that I�d never let my husband do. I wanted his spunk and I wanted it now!


Tony was pulling my hair so hard it was hurting, and his other hand was nipping one of my nipples, but the pain was just driving me on further.


�Yes! Yes! That�s it Vicky, that's it!� He shouted as I felt the first jerk of his cock, which was followed by jet after jet of hot salty spunk. I couldn�t have pulled away if I�d wanted to, as he held my head in place with his huge hand. He was grunting now as the last drops of his seed spewed across my face.


�Ha, ha,� he laughed as he untangled my auburn hair, �maybe I was wrong about women, that was the best blow job I�ve had in years!�


He flopped back onto the bed, and I lay beside him, letting him watch his spunk drip out of my mouth and down my chin.


�Don�t waste it!� he laughed, �Come on, Miss Goody Two Shoes, swallow it all like a good girl!�


For the first time in my life, I scooped his sticky goo up with my fingers and fed it back into my mouth. It was now cold compared to when he came in my mouth, and not quite as bitter.


�You enjoyed swallowing my spunk. Didn�t you?� Tony asked me as he rolled onto his side, his hand going between my legs.


I nodded as I found a drop of spunk on my tit.


Kissing me on the nose, he told me, �Tell me how much you enjoyed sucking my cock, and what you want to do next,� as two of his fingers parted my love lips.


Feeling deliciously dirty I obliged him, �I loved sucking your cock.� I whispered in his ear as two fingers disappeared up my cunt. �It was soooo big and it tasted soooo good, soooo fucking good. I couldn�t wait to taste your spunk. I knew that there would be a lot, because your balls are so big,� I began fondling his cock, �I can still taste it now, Hmmm, every time I kiss my husband I�ll think of your spunk in my mouth.�


I was getting very turned on as his fingers probed my pussy and his cock was growing hard in my hand. �When you get hard enough I want to sit on your cock. I want you to fill my juicy cunt up and fuck me rigid!�


His thumb was now touching my clit, and I was so wet a third finger had slipped inside and he was twisting his hand around and around. �I want you to fuck me and fuck me and FUCK ME!� I continued until my orgasm took my breath away.


Tony pulled his fingers out of my hole and rolled onto his back. Making his cock stand up like a flagpole, he looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes, �Come on then. Get on board.�


I didn�t need asking twice, but for a few seconds the size of it made me have second thoughts, but I couldn�t stop myself.


I straddled his stomach and backed up, sliding my breasts along his hairy chest. I squeezed my hand between our bodies and guided the knob against my love-lips. With a grin on my face I moved back until the first couple of inches of thick cock nudged inside my pussy.


My stomach was churning at the thought of being fucked by this absolute monster. Tony placed his hands on my tits as I raised myself so that I could sit on his weapon.


My breathing became a series of short pants and gasps as more and more cock entered my body. I had to stop at about 7 or 8 inches as I could hardly move.


�It�s too big, it�s too big,� I gasped.


�No it�s not.� He laughed, �just relax, get your breath back and you�ll be alright.�


I sat there my pussy and belly full of his cock, and there was more to come!


After a minute or so, I began to slowly ride on his cock. At first I thought that it was going to rip my insides out, then when I became acclimatised, I relaxed and it was the most glorious feeling in the world as I bounced up and down on that huge thing.


Tony contented himself by telling me to play with my breasts as I rocked and rolled.


I did as I was told; kneading my breasts and tugging at my aching nipples, until I was nearly crying, just for his entertainment.


�Christ this is so good,� he told me, �so fucking good! I needed this, oh my God, I needed to fuck you so much!� he told me as he rammed himself deep into my womb.


�So fucking me is better than getting sucked off by some little pretty boy?� I asked, as he twisted my nipples making me wince.


�Oh yes! This is different fucking league!� He called out as I increased the speed of my bouncing.


�Fill my cunt up! Fill my cunt up with your SPUNK!� I shouted.


I couldn�t believe what I was saying. I�d never used this type of foul language before.


�No, no, no.� Tony chuckled.


�Yes, yes, yes!� I screamed, �I want to feel your spunk inside me!�


�No! That�s enough! Stop now!� he ordered me.


Puzzled and disappointed. I knew that he must be ready to cum again, and I wanted to feel this load inside me.


He pulled at my extended nipples really hard, stretching them by an inch, bringing tears to my eyes, � I�m not going to fill your cunt with spunk � I�m going to fill your arse with spunk!�


�No you�re not!� I told him, �I�ve never done that before, and I don�t intend starting now with something that size!�


�Ha, ha, ha,� he laughed, �that�s what all the pretty boys said. But once they�d had a taste of it. They always came back for more!�


Again his past flashed in front of my eyes.


�No Tony, I don�t want to.� I pleaded, as I stroked the hard muscles on his stomach.


Laughing at me he said, �You haven�t got a fucking choice. Now go and get some cream or oil or something. It�ll make it easier for you.� With that he smacked my arse, twice, and made me get off.


The empty feeling in my pussy and the stinging sensation on my buttocks were only matched by the shame that I felt as I walked naked into the bathroom looking for the baby lotion that he was going to smear on my backside so that he could fuck my arse.


When I entered the bedroom he was standing beside the bed. His cock was now even harder then before either my blowjob or our fuck. This was what he had wanted to do all along.


Flashing his cheeky smile, he nodded at the bed, �Okay, Miss Goody Two Shoes get on all fours,� He commanded.


I did as I was told.


�Open your legs wider,� he continued, �and show me the money shot!�


Again I complied.


�Push your arse up in the air, and spread your cheeks for me.�


Resting my weight on the side of my head I reached behind me and pulled my arse cheeks apart for this man that I�d only met the week before. As my fingers touched my pussy I realised that I was absolutely soaking wet.


�Good Girl.� He said as he dribbled cold baby lotion down my arse crack, making me shudder.


Tony smeared the oil all over the insides of my arse cheeks, running the tip of his finger over my virgin hole, making me tingle and gasp.


�There, I knew that you would like it,� he laughed as a finger slid in to my puckered anus, making me groan. As he poured more oil onto my arse he pulled his finger out, making me moan again. He continued rubbing the oil in and was now concentrating on my hole, poking one then two fingers inside. Even though I had tears in my eyes from the pain I was moaning with pleasure at the same time.


�Okay, Miss Goody Two Shoes ? Are you ready?� He asked as he prodded my hole with the tip of his massive cock.


I grabbed the quilt and braced myself for this act of depravity.


I couldn�t believe the excruciating pain as his knob entered me.


�No, no, no, stop, stop, stop!� I pleaded.


CRACK! He spanked my arse, CRACK his hand landed on the other cheek.


�Stop your whining, and just enjoy yourself.� He laughed as he forced more and more cock into my arse, � because I�m going to!�


The initial pain was now subsiding and all I could feel was his cock filling my cavity and my cheek smarting from where he had smacked it.


My arse was so numb I couldn�t tell whether he had the whole thing in or not, but he was shaking my body like a rag-doll, his thrusting was so powerful.


Tony gripped my hips and I felt him increase the speed of his thrusts. The baby lotion was an excellent lubricant because he was now fucking my arse with ease. As I began to relax the sensation in my bottom was actually becoming quite pleasant!


�Ohhhh!� I moaned after a couple of minutes, �Mmmmm.�


�Ha, ha, HA. You dirty bitch! I told you that you would like it, didn�t I?� He laughed as he smacked my arse again.


Again I groaned as my cheek stung like Hell.


�You like this don�t you?� he called out.


�Yes.� I panted as his cock was now ramming in and out of my once tiny arsehole.


�He�s never fucked you like this, has he?� Tony cackled, again, as I moaned and groaned.


�No, no, never!� I huskily whispered, �You� you�re so good. Oooohh�keep fucking my arse�Ohhhh yesssss!� I groaned, my voice trembling like my body. �Ohhhh Tony, fill my arse with your cock, fill it up�Ohhhhh, FUCK ME! HARDER, HARDER!� I screamed.


�Finger yourself!� he ordered. I did as I was told and slid a hand between my legs. I was so wet I thought that I�d pissed myself. First one finger then a second, then a third automatically followed as I finger fucked myself while Tony banged my arse.


�Tell me. Tell me what you like!� he ordered.


�I love your big cock�, I groaned, �I love it in my�in my�in my arse. I love it in my arse. It feels so good when it fills my �arse�and my cunt!� The palm of my hand was buzzing like crazy over my clit as my fingers could feel his throbbing cock through the thin membrane while I said the dirtiest of things, �Spank me, spank me!� I cried out.


CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, his hands hit my buttocks, sending me wild with desire, as his cock rattled in and out of my hole like an express train.


Tony�s breathing was getting louder and shorter as he neared his climax.


�Fuck me! FUCK MY ARSE! Fill me full of spunk!� I cried out and with one more SMACK on my arse we both screamed to an earth shattering orgasm at the same time.


My whole genital area was red hot, as his spunk flooded into my cavity as my arse cheeks shone red from his spanking. By now I forced my thumb and little finger into my cunt as I continued fucking myself, while he kissed my neck and shoulders.


Everything in the lower half of my body ached after he withdrew and I pulled my fist out of my gaping cunt. We flopped onto the bed, shattered.


After a couple of minutes I sensed Tony getting to his knees and move his hips next to my face. I looked up to see him dangling his shit stained cock over my face.


�That was good, wasn�t it? Miss Goody Two Shoes?� he chuckled as he ran the tip across my lips.


The smell of sweat and spunk were overwhelming. But instead of gagging, I was overcome by the need to suck his cock again, even if it had been rammed up my arse five minutes before.


I opened my lips and he dropped it in.


�You dirty cunt!� he whispered, as he grabbed my hair, �That�s right, lick my cock clean!�


I couldn�t stop myself. Like a woman possessed I ran my tongue and lips all over his stained shaft. I can�t describe the taste, but all I wanted to do was please him.


After 4 or 5 minutes, his cock was beginning to stiffen as I finished cleaning him.


�Ha, Ha, ha!� he laughed at me, �That�s enough! I�ve got to go now.�


As I lay on the bed covered in sweat and spunk, both of my once private holes now stretched beyond belief, Tony pulled his shorts up and put his trainers on.


Waving his limp dick in my direction, �See you on Monday morning?� he asked as he walked out of the bedroom.


I knew that I didn�t have a choice, he�d woken something inside me that would have to be satisfied regularly. I nodded my head and smiled.














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Ass to mouth 4 #817

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If you are under 18 years of age or are offended by Dominance, Mastering, Punishment, Control, Non-Consensual intercourse (Rape) please do not read below. This is my first attempt at Dom/Sub, Master/Slave, Bondage, Punishment writings. I know this section is slow and apologize for it. I am trying to build the characters as believable as possible so the story arc will hold up. I promise the sections to come will not be as slow. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. �


�The weather was hot for this time of the month. Leit smiled pleasantly at a workman passing by on the street below his balcony. Waving Leit bid him good morning then ducked back into the coolness of the room. This far north in California never seemed to get hot in the late fall. Leit moved to the table looking at the paper longingly. He sat down instead lifting a black ledger from under the paper. With a sigh he began looking over soft young women of all sorts, doubting he would find what he needed between the covers.





�The cover of this black book bore no special markings. It looked rather stark by comparison with the other books of the room. Yet this book held his attention as if it were made of gold. He flicked from page to page unhurriedly on the slight chance it might hold something of interest. Stopping here and there he smiled at a photo of some young want to be starlet. Under each photo were a name, age, measurements, hair color, eye color, and a brief description. The description was wrote almost as if one were speaking of cattle precise and without passion describing what each persons life was like currently.





�Leit let himself relax as he looked over the pages glancing in the mirror he enjoyed what he saw there. He was a lean man with firm muscles, looking like a pro swimmer or runner not some hulking bodybuilder. His hair was shaved bald except for a raven black braid. It started at the base of his head coiling around his neck about his throat. His eyes were green like emeralds that never dulled when they shone on something of interest. His fingers were long and tapered almost delicate looking. His clothing was a simple black tee shirt with jeans and boots giving him a confident look.





�Looking back to the black book Leit stopped for a long moment. On this page was a young red headed beauty. Her information told him she was 20 years old with hopes of stardom. The information went on to state that both her parents were dead from a traffic accident in Florida. Her pale skin was surprising as she had grown up under the harsh sun of Florida. Her light blue eyes seemed like crystal glimmering for him. There was an innocence in those blue eyes seemed to beg him to call her to his side. Without looking at her measurements he knew she would do nicely.





�He slid a loose sheet of paper into that page then continued thru the rest of the book knowing he must look thru it sooner or later. Seeing nothing keener then a blonde with cute teeth he slid the book to the marked page again looking into those eyes. Nodding his head he smiled looking at the girls name for the first time. �Ahhh Talis what fun we will have.� He thought as he set aside the book. Picking up a cell phone he used only to place orders he smiled. Dialing slowly he waited as the phone rang four times then picked up he listened to the machine speak its message.





�At the top corner of each page was a five digit number. Carefully he spoke the digits from her sheet. Listening as the machine repeated his numbers verifying them back to him. He nodded thoughtfully then spoke a final command to the machine. �Order Home.� He hung up the phone leaving it and the book in the room. Walking to the door he opened it going down to the main floor. He let himself out into the heat of the day. He made sure to lock the door as he went no one needed to have a look at his things there. He was excited by tonight he would be playing with a new toy.





�Moving down the lane from the rented apartment he walked to the park. Taking in the air he stood still for a long moment surveying his surroundings, before heading to his truck. One could never be too careful in these times. He opened his truck�s door, sitting down he unrolled the window starting it letting the air conditioner push the hot air out the open window. Pulling away from the curb he smiled driving to the homestead he had bought outside of town would take another forty five minutes.





�After an uneventful ride home he pulled in knowing by now his order was confirmed, all was in motion. The old farmhouse was the perfect place to enjoy treats like this. He began cooking a meal for himself, walking into the living room he turned on the radio. Soft music came out of the speakers hanging from corners of the walls. The smell of his meal wafted about the house as he went to the computer in the corner of the living room.





�With a grin he saw there was already an email waiting for him to open. It was from a hotmail account he did not know. BM was capitalized in the handle so he clicked it open. Scanning the text swiftly he made sure to delete it before thinking about the message. �Your order was in good taste. I am a bit jealous, but then I always am. Should arrive normal route two hours. I look forward to hearing from you.� It had been signed simply �B.M.�.





�Pulling up a program for banking Leit typed in an account number from memory. Once he answered the proper questions the computer asked he was in his account. Looking at the sum of several hundred thousand dollars he smiled. Typing in a second account number he transferred ten thousand to it. Once finished he shut down the program with a nod and checked the clock on the wall. If they were on time his toy should arrive in two hours. Moving back into the kitchen he set his plate. Now he had a few minutes for his paper. He began to eat as he skimmed thru the headlines. Coming to the business section he slowed down reading more carefully now.





�Wasting time he finished his meal enjoying the flavor of it. Rising from the chair he does his dishes, setting them aside to dry. Moving to the wet bar on the far side of the room he reaches under the bar. Pulling out a large decanter of red wine he swirls it around then ads a bit of powder watching it dissolve. From the same hidden place he took the decanter and powder he takes a small red pill and swallows it. Now the sedative in the wine would pass through him with no effect.





�Looking about once more he nods his head knowing all is ready. Moving to the couch he sits down on it flipping on the large television a basketball game is just winding down. After several minutes of watching the game the doorbell rings. Rising he moves to the door and opens it. Just then the woman on the other side presses the bell once more. He smiles softly motioning for Talis to come in then nods to the driver that he can go. He can not seem to help himself already he is watching her as she walks into the front hall. �Hello I am Talis.� She says softly to him as she looks about the room





�She offers him her hand he takes it holding it in a firm grip. Instead of shaking it he uses it to lead her deeper into the house. �You know why you are here?� His words are calm and collected even as he quivers inside. �Morgan said you wanted me for a part. He couldn�t tell me more but said you thought I would work out well.� Her words were relaxed even if her body language seemed tense from his hand holding her own. He shakes his head releasing her he moves to the bar and pours two glasses of the wine. Walking back he offers her one holding it so she has to stretch just a little to reach it. Subconsciously he has already begun to tease and torment her.





�He watches her take the wine, raising his own he toasts. �Too many nights to come.� She doesn�t really know what to say so she lifts her glass in toast then lowers it taking a sip. She knows she is only twenty but if he is willing. His eyes look her over slowly not feeling any shame in doing so. She is wearing a simple blue gown that contrasts nicely with her hair. Her hair is done up in a long ponytail showing the side of her porcelain throat to him, as it cascades down the back. He watches her take several more nervous sips from her glass. Watching her as the drug begins to take effect he relaxes. His smile grows as her eye lids seemed to close more and more with each passing moment.





�He let the drugs affect grip her fully before setting his glass on the table behind him. Rising moving to her side he sits down on the couch next to her. He slowly inhales taking her scent deep into his nostrils. Carefully reaching out he plucks the glass from her hand saving it from spilling on the carpet. He turns setting it on a side table next to the couch. Soft music still plays from the radio crooning wordlessly to them. Turning back he licks his lips looking at her beautiful throat again. Reaching out he caresses her tender skin like satin to his well callused fingers. Her hand moves up feebly as she tries to push him from her neck but there is no power there the drug having stolen it from her.





�Laughing softly as Leit moved his hand to the right strap of her dress. Loosening the strap she bats at his hand still in a drugged stupor. He catches her wrist with his free hand as he hears her first moan of fear. His sigh of pleasure answers her, letting her know he enjoys her already. His other hand reaches across her catching the left strap he once more loosens it. With a grin he reaches behind her having released her arm she begins to bat at him uselessly. With his left hand he finds her zipper as he turns facing her. His right hand finds her hair holding it up out of the way. Slowly he lowers the zipper as she struggles to stand.





�His hand in her hair stops her when he tugs it to the side sharply. Her cry of pain is real but her mind is too clouded still to protect her anymore then that. He finishes his work on the zipper catching a glimpse of a black silk bra, and just a hint of black panties. He groans his cock seems ready to leap from his pants into her dress. He shakes his head, inhaling again leaning in close to her he can smell her fear. Now with his hand twined in her thick red hair he forces her to rise up from the couch. The dress no longer secure slides down her body to puddle at her feet. The dress made a beautiful puddle of fabric at her feet to frame her helplessness.





�He stops then looking her over with a critical eye. He nods his head making mental notes as she begins to whimper and wiggle. Laughing once more he draws a pocket knife from his pants pocket. She hears it click open seconds before she feels the blade slicing thru her bra. He watches as the straps part first then the center between her average breasts. The bra flutters to the floor behind her like a mortally wounded butterfly where it goes still. In the cool rooms air her dusky nipples come to attention for him without a single touch. She begins to squirm trying to cover her breasts. He ignores her actions for now as he slices the edge of her panties. As she goes still with a gasp he slices the crotch out of them with one swift cut. This time they fall to lay spread eagle as like a black snow angel.





�She once more hears the clicking of the knife but this time it is him putting it back into his pocket. He inspects her body with a careful eye noting she is in good health. He looks over her breasts taking his time viewing her noting they are both a nice B cup and seem to hang evenly. His smile remains until he looks on her slit. The mound of red hair is thick obscuring his view of nether lips. He nods at her satisfied by her for the moment. Bending he forces her to bend with him causing another cry of pain. Looking over he can see her breasts hang out from her body beautifully as she struggles to right herself.





�He smiles as he comes back up with her panties pulling her with him. �Arms behind your back.� He decides to see if she will obey him. The first words she manages are weak but there is fire there. �Fuck you!� He shakes his head as she finishes he twists her hair till tears come unbidden to her eyes. �Hands behind your back Now.� His tone rises only on the last word. She cries out in real pain now the sedative is wearing off finally. �If you fail to comply I will punish you Talis this is your last chance.� His tone is growing cool now, as if he is distancing himself from the moment. �FUCK YO...� She never gets to finish her words.





�He twists her hair brutally knowing her scalp will ache for a few days afterward. He forces her around then head first into the couch. As she grabs at the cushions he uses his leg to sweep her feet out from under her. She falls all the harder into the couch as he presses her now overbalanced body into the couch. Her face is forced into the cushion, he can see her begin to struggle as she realizes her own body weight now pins her arms before her. The lack of air really making her struggle, yet to him it is hardly a fight to control her. He can feel her beginning to become desperate for air.





��I will move your body enough for you to free your hands. If you move them behind your back I will let you up in a moment.� His words were cool and controlled as if her were talking to someone on the phone. �If you fail to obey I will keep you this way until you pass out. Then I will bind you but much more cruelly then if you obey.� He gives her a long moment more he can now hear her screams of terror as he holds her. It finally dawns on her that he has her helpless. He can see her back starting to turn red from her struggles a light sheen of sweat beads her skin.





�He lifts up off of her a bit pulling her hair to bring her back off her face. He can hear her gasping as she struggles with her mind. Then after only a moment she obeys her arms snaking behind her back. He uses his free hand to wrap her panties about one wrist then releases her hair. Using both hands he ties each wrist snugly against each other. �Much better.... now you must be punished for fighting me.� She whimpers and pulls at her wrists as he watches he smiles. Gasping she speaks back to him. �I obeyed you when you said to.....� He shakes his head at her words. �Yes but only after I had to ask three times and control you.� His tone is still cool to her. �Had you disobeyed more the punishment would have been much worse.�





�Using one of his knees he forced her legs apart looking at her slit he smiled. Reaching a hand in-between her thighs he is careful not to touch her till he has her pubic hair in his hand. With one quick tug and a twist he pulls on her pubic hair painfully. This time her cry is a full fledged scream of pain and terror. �No no no no.... Please no please� Her begging sounds awfully heartfelt to Leit�s ears. Thinking a long moment he decides to have pity on her. He holds back anymore punishment she had earned since she is new to her new way of life. Releasing her pubic hair he strokes over her pussy feeling a shudder pass thru her body then.


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��I can be cruel Talis or I can be gentle.� His tone is gentle now as he strokes her inner thighs gently. �Much of my treatment of you depends on your willingness to obey me.� She is crying now as he talks to her. �Do you understand me?� She sniffles turning her head she looks at him her eyes red and full of fear. �I think so..... Please let me go I won�t tell I promise.� She sees him shake his head and tenses expecting more pain. �Test your bonds Talis.� He looks to see if she obeys his words. When she feels his hand still on her thigh he had been stroking she whimpers in fear.





�Her arms tremble with effort her hands turn red he tied her so the nooses could only tighten so much. �I can�t get loose.� Her words come out in a scared whimper. Then she feels his hand once more stroking her thigh. �No you can not remember that tonight. The plan is to let you sleep helpless in your cage. The less you struggle the less pain you will put yourself thru.� He rises then from her side as he does so she can see his bulge outlined in his jeans. Her trembling comes back ten fold now seeing he is aroused by her helplessness.





�His words bring her back to the room. �Let�s go outside Talis.� His tone seems to have come back to the conversational level once more. He catches her panty clad wrists dragging her back to her feet. �But won�t people see us?� Her voice quivers at the thought. Her skin turned a deep shade of red at the thought of other people seeing her naked like this. His laugh is soft as he moves thru the room to the door. His free hand catches the door handle turning it he opens it inward. Walking out he brings her stumbling along at his side. Looking over to her he walks to the sunlit driveway.





�Having left her in the shade he looks at her quivering naked body letting his eyes roam. �Come here Talis I have something you need to see before we go back inside.� His voice is soft and coaxing as he stands in the sun offering her a place at his side. Her mind tells her to run but when she looks all she can see is trees. Finally after a long moment of inner struggle her head drops to her chest. Slowly she walks to his side feeling the heat of the sun on her skin. Leit shivered as he watched her with those green eyes of his wanting to miss nothing.





�Lifting his arm he motions out around them. Now she can see why he wanted her to stand with him. As far as the eye can see are trees he watches as her shoulders slump a bit lower now. �I own sixty acres of land and this house is built in the middle of it. You would have to run thirty acres to find a road or house Talis.� He reaches out to stroke her shivering form. �Will you kill me?� Her voice is full of abject terror now. He listens to her words and smiles softly. �I doubt it less you do something unthinkable. Like wound me or risk my livelihood by trying to expose me then....� He shrugs his shoulders leaving the rest unsaid.





�Her eyes once more tear up this time in fear not pain. He reaches out wiping the tears from her eyes. �Save them for when you need those Talis. I promise you shortly there will be more tears then you wish.� His tone is soft but there is a menace there. He pulls her in close and smiles as his lips descend to hers. He feels her struggle for a long moment but she has no leverage to fight him. Kissing her he tastes what he will own soon enough. His lips crush into her own as he feels her naked breasts crushing into his chest. He grinds his cock into her soft yielding stomach letting her know she excites him.





�He growls softly breaking the kiss looking down into her eyes he lets her see the fire of passion there. �Now on to better things Talis.� His voice is hot with desire for her. Lifting her as if she were a light sack he drapes her over his shoulder. Her whimpering scream excites him all the more as he moves back to the house. He lingers in the shade letting her struggle as he strokes her ass cheek so close to his face. �I am going to start you on birth control today Talis.� His words show her she has no say. �I don�t need it...let me go...� Her voice is angry and desperate at the same time. He says nothing just carries her into the house once more the door slamming shut behind them.





�He walks past the couch into the next room not putting her down. He gathers something from the counter there giving her no view of the room. He walks back into the main room once more dumping her on the couch. He watches her land in a heap her arms still pinned behind her back. �Tonight you may cum or not. I do not care either way.... but soon you will learn to control your slit my pet.� His voice once more holds that calm cool menace she already fears. He can see the fear in the slight tremble of her body as he speaks. She sees his hand holding a slim package in his hand. He opens it as he sits down next to her ignoring her gaze.





�He slides out three items from the box setting it aside. The first is a dermal pack which he peels sticking it to the soft meat of her right hip. The next item is a thin black collar of leather. The glimpse of the collar allowed her to see thin metallic looking strips woven into the inner surface. She tries to pull back as he unclips it sliding it over her beautiful skin. There is a click as the collar locks in place fitting snugly to her skin. The last item looks almost like a car alarm control. He smiles looking up at her finally then he rises from the couch.





�He smiles as he slips out of his shirt draping of the chair next to the couch. Then he slips out of his boots. Swiftly his jeans follow along with a pair of blue boxers. He watches her fight herself then she looks down looking over his naked flesh. �Tonight you are allowed to look. Your training will explain allot to you my pet.� His voice is no gentler then his hard cock lifting up to almost touch his flat stomach. �No you can�t do this...� Her voice is scared as she tries to back from his naked body. �Let me explain.� As she listens it is then she realizes she doesn�t even know his name. �The collar can be a friend or a punishment.� As he speaks of this he touches a button on the remote.


�Her reaction is instantaneous she arches her back as he watches and screams. A low pulse of electricity flows thru the collar shocking her just enough to cause pain. He leans in releasing the button smiling into her face his words low. �I own you... no one will miss you my toy.� He moves to the side as he watches her he sets the remote on the table. He reaches down catching her by a shoulder rolling her over so now she is face down on the couch. He lifts her up moving her to the padded arm of the couch pressing her stomach into it. �Damn it no this is rape....� Her voice is terrified once more he just continues to position her. Getting her just right over the arm her feet hang just off the floor.





�Looking down he sees her ass cheeks spread helplessly as he picks up his remote once more. She starts to struggle when she feels him moving between her thighs she closes her legs. He laughs as they press closed baring him. He lets his finger strokes over the remote. Watching her he can see her body shudder in pain. He does not let up on the remote till her legs slowly slide apart. He moves between them before finally releasing the button letting the pain stop. His hand leads the way reaching between her parted pussy lips he strokes over her watching as she shivers at first contact. He presses his fingers into her slit opening it even wider for his invasion.





�His fingers feel her heat a hint of wetness as they open her enough to feel her. Then he moves them from her feeling her relax a bit he moves in till his cock head presses to her slit. She begins to struggle once more babbling about this not happening to her. He presses the remote shocking her just long enough to slide the tip of his cock into her tight pussy. He groans in pleasure as she screams for mercy. He ignores her pressing forward into her slightly damp hole. Her screams of anger and fear soon turn to screams of pain. He thrusts deeper into her with each stroke causing pain since she is not ready for him. After several moments of her trying to wither off his cock as he impales her with more he stops. She cries tears again as she feels his balls stroking her clit impaled on his eight inches of cock.





�He reaches down massaging her ass cheeks as her struggles bring him pleasure. He groans at the tight velvet prison he has broken into. He catches her legs with his hands after a minute and spreads them wide almost unseating her from the couch arm. �Now my pet I am going to fuck you till I am content.� His words coming out as a lust filled growl. No sooner then he says them then his hips begin to piston in and out of her poor tormented slit. His grip on her thighs is painful but gives him the leverage he needs to slam into her with savageness. She is whining in pain and shame as he takes her pussy for his own.





�He rides her with no mercy giving her a savage fucking as he feels the pleasure building in his cock. Her scent begins to waft about the room he inhales deeply taking her scent in. She is still struggling but now she can feel her wetness beginning to ease his passage. Holding her split wide his balls keep slamming into her clit. Finally he hears what he was waiting for her soft moan of pleasure. He groans as his cock strokes deeply as possible with each stroke. He can feel her slit slowly pulsing as he rides her she is finally surrendering to his cock.





�He lets her wiggle as he rides her pussy his cock on the edge he growls in heaven. Her pussy is burning with a fire her mind telling her this is so wrong but her body is responding as all women have thru the ages. Her hips buck back into his as much as possible trying to force more of his cock into her. He groans as he pounds home her pussy growing tighter about him. He feels her slit like a velvet noose begin to convulse around his cock. Her screams are random without meaning as her body runs wild without regard for her dignity. He sees her cumming for him bound helpless a victim to his passions. It is too much for him to endure.





�He feels one last convulsion of her prison trying to keep him locked within. He pulls his cock from her slit as she screams again. He slides his cock between her ass cheeks feeling the heat from her asshole. Releasing her legs his fist finds the base of his cock stroking it with purpose he soon sprays her ass with his cum. �YES... Y.E...S MY...P.ET per....fect....� He aims his cock so her asshole is covered in a layer of his cum. Then he sprays across her ass cheeks being careful not to spray her bonds. He hears her moaning as his hot cum touches her body she is still wiggling in pleasure or need his head is spinning. He leans on the arm of the couch as he slowly gets his breath.





�Moving slowly he walks around to her looking down into her eyes. He watches her as she looks up there is shame in her eyes. He crouches next to the arm of the couch looking at her he reaches up stroking her face. �I am pleased my pet. You may call me Sir when you address me.� His words are soft as he relaxes she can see his shiny cock between his legs hanging slightly limp now. Her mind is lost in thought she had come for him and he was happy. He could read the confusion in her eyes like a book. �Remember this pet your purpose now is to please me. The better you do at this the better life can get.� He strokes her hair slowly he draws her off the couch arm.





�His cum is slowly dripping down her ass he nods approvingly as she wiggles feeling it as well. He moves with her to the back wall of the room he presses a spot on the wall as a door that wasn�t there before swings open. A dim light is on at the base of the stairs as he leads her down. He can feel her shaking so he stays close to her side. Once at the bottom he lets her eyes wander for a moment. Then he turns her so she can see a cage which is five foot long by three foot wide. The cage is just tall enough to admit a stooping person. There is a small mattress at the far end. The mattress is one of the ones that blow up much more comfortable then the concrete floor.





�He directs her to the cage where he types in a swift five digit code on the panel. She hears a hiss as the door pops open. She begins to shiver again as he pulls her close and kisses her this time he forces his tongue into her mouth. She whimpers but surrenders not wanting to be shocked again. Her tongue is timid as she fences with his as he explores her mouth. He takes a step back from her and nods to the cage releasing her arm. Her eyes show the fear there as she looks to him tears falling once more. He shakes his head not speaking wanting her to do this on her own.





�Crying softly she moves to the door slipping into the cage she turns around. His smile is soft full of pleasure. �Sleep good pet tomorrow I will allow you five questions before you start your training.� He sees her struggle with the silk binding her and smiles. He pushes the door to the cage shut the panel goes from green to red locking with a click. As he walks to the stairs he calls back to her. �The bed is bolted to the floor it will not slide out from under you.� He begins to go up the stairs but what he hears stops him cold. Her words are still choked with her tears and soft sobs but he heard her right. �Yes Sir.� He turned in time to see her slump onto the mattress and collapse into a ball of tears. Nodding he moves up into the room once more pulling the door shut behind him leaving his new pet in the dark confines of her new home.





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