It seemed like an interesting way for the two of us to spend a weekend together, hidden in a hotel, away from the prying eyes of our spouses.

As the years went by, I never really thought it would happen. To be honest, I knew the whole idea of our mutual attraction was probably just my little fantasy. But, after couple kids for her and a divorce for me, here I was, wandering around in a huge tent, baking in ninety degree heat and ogling her ass, while she chatted with pretentious artists and asked me my opinion of crap that she hoped might look good over her fireplace.

"Oh wow, Matt. He’s here!"

Laura grabbed me by the arm and bulled her way through a crowd of hip young women that had gathered around a tall, middle-aged beatnik, wearing - of all things, in this heat - a black turtleneck sweater and a beret cap, with black denim jeans and Birkenstock sandals over dark grey argyle socks. The beatnik was holding court; stroking his salt-and-pepper goatee with a smug look on his chubby face and chatting with a group of rapt young ladies.

I groaned.

The old hepcat was Marvin "Marv" Caruthers.

He’d been a teacher of mine, from back in my college days. Marv became a local legend in the professional art world not long after I graduated from school. He once told me - while he was critiquing a piece of mine during class, a torturous weekly ritual/slash ‘class discussion’ that he fully enjoyed stretching out as long as possible, just to see me squirm - that, in his professional opinion, I should simply give up my aspirations to be a painter and change majors, because I would never amount to anything as an artist.

Not because I wasn’t talented. Oh, Lord knew I had talent to spare. No, not that, he said. I should quit because I didn’t have the drive to succeed.

Way to be supportive, ‘Teach.

Eventually I graduated and had a few, small shows at some local galleries, from which I got some nice reviews but never made any sales of note

After which I slowly drifted out of the art world. Just like old Marv called it.

Marvin, on the other hand, had a sister who lived in Manhattan and owned a gallery. As a favor to her brother, she showed some of his work, and Somebody Famous - I forget who exactly - purchased one of Marv’s paintings for an astronomical six figure price, and he never looked back.

Fucker.

I hated the guy. Not only because he nailed what would eventually become of my career with the assessment of a single college assignment, but also because he finally made it. Big time.

And his work just plain sucked.

Really.

But Laura and Ken loved his stuff. They’d met him a few times over the years and owned a couple of his prints. The rumor was that he was going to be the guest of honor at this year’s festival.

Lucky us. Here he was.

"Mr. Caruthers!"

I let Laura pull me along as she waved a rolled up pamphlet at Marvin, trying to get his attention. He turned as the crowd parted and burped us out.

When he saw Laura his polite smile broke into a wide, lecherous grin.

"Laura! What a surprise to see you!" Marv gave his mustache a dashing twist and held out his arms. My jaw hit the floor when he hugged Laura and kissed her on her cheek.

The women around him glared daggers at us. Laura was oblivious and Marvin ignored them. And as all this was occurring, I was wondering, just how the hell did he remember Laura’s name, much less know her well enough to give her a hug and a kiss?

Then he gave her a little pat on the butt, and Laura giggled.

Okay. So now I was pissed. And I couldn’t quite figure out if I was I concerned for Ken, or ticked off because I thought that sonofabitch might have snuck into Laura’s pants before I did.

Marvin stepped back and held Laura by her shoulders, looking her up and down. His grin turned decidedly…slimier.

"My. Laura. It’s been...quite some time, hasn’t it?"

"About a year, Marv."

"You look lovely, as always."

Laura practically quivered with excitement as Marvin carefully looked around.

"And where’s your husband?"

"Actually, Ken’s not here. He had some business this weekend." Laura turned and waved me closer. "So I came with my brother in law, Ma--"

"Matthew!" Marvin grinned. He snatched my hand and gave it a quick squeeze, clapping me on the shoulder at the same time. His palm was clammy. "Talk about old times! I barely recognized you!" He squinted at me from behind his little, round, wire-framed eyeglasses. "You’ve grown up a bit since college, haven’t you?"

I groaned to myself, but tried to make nice. "It’s good to see you again, professor Caruthers."

He pursed his lips, waved his hand in my face and made a sound like a leaking balloon at me.

"Pssst! Please! No need to be so formal, son! Please, call me Marv!"

I tried a smile that felt more like a grimace, and nodded. "Uh, okay…Marv."

He patted my shoulder again and turned back to Laura.

"I taught this young gentleman. He had unbelievable ability. I went to one of his gallery showings after he graduated. Incredible work. Absolutely incredible."

I rolled my eyes, but Laura looked at me and grinned like Picasso himself had just complimented me.

Marvin finished pumping my hand and looked straight at me.

"I haven’t seen your work lately though, Matthew. Have I?"

I retrieved my hand and wiped it off on my pants. I gritted my teeth and clapped Marv on the shoulder hard enough to make him wince.

"Not lately, no." My turn to grin as he rubbed his shoulder. "But you’ve done well."

"I was hoping to hear you speak this afternoon," Laura piped up. "But we didn’t get here soon enough for tickets."

Marvin suddenly lost all interest in me.

"Well, we can fix that, I think. I’m heading over to the small tent now, if you’d like to join me?" He held his arm out for Laura. She took it and she looked at me, pleading with her eyes.

I decided to try my luck at the beer garden instead, and shook my head.

"You kids go and have fun. I think I’ll pass. A cold pale ale is calling my name."

Marvin looked relieved.

"Wonderful. The session will just take an hour or so. Perhaps we can all meet at the beer garden for a fine meal afterwards?"

"Sure," I muttered. "Sounds great."

As I watched Laura wander off with my old professor, I wondered again if they’d already slept together. Eventually I realized I was standing there alone, still compulsively wiping my hand off on my shorts.

"Rat-bastard motherfucker."

I shoved my hands in my pockets and wandered out of the tent towards the smell of sausage and pretzels, wondering what the hell I was doing here.

Laura had picked me up that morning in her new Saab. Outside, the temperature was already hovering somewhere in the mid-eighties, and she cranked up the climate control and turned the stereo down to a low rumble.

I settled into my seat and got comfy, watching her and listening as she babbled excitedly about the trip.

Laura looked fresh and clean, and the car smelled of her perfume, like the soft scent of flowers in the breeze. She was wearing a white, v-necked t-shirt with a push-up bra that showed off her tits, hip-hugging khaki shorts, and flip-flops. Her pale blonde hair was buzzed short in back, and her bangs hung down around her eyes. They blew around her face in the breeze, and she shook them out of the way as she talked.

I suppose I’ve always had a little crush on Laura. Even back when I was married.

She’s got a pair of incredibly huge, cannonball-size breasts, and a tiny waist that tapers into wide, curvy hips and a big, round ass. She was a bit overweight and geeky when I first met her, but she’s always been pretty, and over the years she’s obsessively worked her way into pretty good shape. After she had her first child - right when Ken started his business and began making some serious money - Laura started hitting the gym hard, going a couple times every day. Now she’s a poster girl for the Gap.

It’s not like she’s beautiful; but to me, she just radiates sex.

About a year ago, I happened to be wandering around alone in her new house when Laura came home unexpectedly. I was in her bathroom taking a piss at the time, and I almost shit my pants when she walked in on me and proceeded to take a bath, completely oblivious to me. It was like I wasn’t even there. As far as I can tell, that was the first time my power manifested itself.

I made her masturbate, and I jacked off into the tub watching her. Later that evening, at her housewarming party, Laura made a drunken pass at me. I didn’t take her up on it. I had other plans by then. Instead, I made Laura fall asleep on a couch, and I spent the evening testing my new-found power by raping a friend of hers - in the very same bathroom where I’d watched Laura play with herself just a few hours earlier.

Then I went through my divorce, and we lost track of each other for a while. A couple of weeks ago, we ran into each other at a trendy new restaurant while I was on a date with a woman named Susan, who I was preparing to turn into a sex slave.

Laura asked me to join her for the weekend, here at the festival, just the two of us.

So here I was.

And there she went.

The crowd followed in their wake and I made my way outside, alone.

The art festival was really part of a bigger summer promotion for one of the small, local college towns - a month-long parade of the arts that drew thousands of tourists to our state like bears to honey.

Right now, the whole town was in the middle of ‘German-Fest’.

Just alongside the art tents was a huge park with a kid-friendly carnival and an open-air beer garden for the adults. You couldn’t walk more than ten feet without running into some sun-burnt fat guy wearing Lederhosen, singing along to polkas and swinging a mug of dark, foamy beer.

The smell of elephant ears, sausage and sauerkraut filled the air, and my mouth watered, even as I mentally grumbled about Laura.

I made my way to the beer garden and stood in line, ignoring everybody around me. I paid my five dollar admission to a perky blonde with braided pig tails. She stamped the back of my hand with a picture of a beer stein and handed me a small roll of ticket stubs in exchange for a twenty dollar bill.

"These are just like cash inside," she grinned.

"Great."

I’m not really a big drinker. In fact I usually hate beer, but it was so fucking hot out I would’ve gladly chugged a glass of cold dog piss. So I took the tickets and then waited in another line, paid another three bucks (well, three ticket stubs, anyway) for a cold bottle of beer, and went to find a seat.

Easier said. The garden was packed with people trying to beat the heat.

I wandered around the picnic tables, sipping my beer and listening in on snatches of conversation. At some point, I realized someone was calling my name.

"Matt? Matt, is that you?"

I turned to find three women sitting at a picnic table at the back of the tent, with a bunch of empty beer bottles scattered around the top of their table. They were all grinning at me, waving.

"Uh, Hi?"

One of them scooted back the wood bench she was sitting on, ripping up carefully tended grass. She stood up and I finally recognized her as she waved me over.

"God, it is you! Matt, it’s Laura. Laura Faasi. I shop at your store, remember?"

"Laura! Hi."

She surprised me by giving me a hug. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, and as I looked over her shoulder, I recognized the other two ladies from my store, too.

Laura broke her clinch and gave me a big smile.

This Laura was tall and attractive, in her early forties, and if I remembered correctly, married with three young kids. She was wearing a see-through white blouse over a white silk camisole that were tucked into a tight pair of faded Levi jeans; cut-off and torn up the sides to show off her long, tan legs.

I smiled back at Laura, and her friends took turns sizing me up as she sat back down.

"How are you ladies?"

"Hot," she said, grabbing my arm. "Here, why don’t you join us?"

She pulled me down next to her, and waved to her friends.

"You know Linda and Jill?"

"Of course." I smiled at them, and they beamed back at me.

They were all about the same age. Jill was petite and pretty, with straight brown hair that fell to her shoulders. She wore black horn-rimmed glasses and had on a tight black shirt that hugged her body, Her faded old Levi’s were still pretending to be pants, but were worn enough to give me a few tantalizing glimpses of her own tan legs through all the holes. Her dorky glasses and Birkenstock sandals fit right in with the neo-hippy theme next door at the art festival. At first glance, Linda appeared to be a little older than her friends. She was prematurely grey, with bits and pieces of black still mixed in here and there in her curly hair. But she was gorgeous, with sky-blue eyes that matched her light summer dress. She smiled at me and played with the label on her bottle of beer. I was sure that Linda and Jill both had teenage kids, but I couldn’t remember if they were married or not. I didn’t see any wedding rings.

Jill finished her appraisal of me first.

"We saw you wandering around next door in the tent, but we didn’t want to interrupt you and your wife."

I raised my eyebrows.

"My wife?"

Then I got it.

"Oh. You mean Laura. No, we’re not married, I mean, she’s married. I mean, she’s my sister-in-law. But I’m not married. So she was my sis...oh shit."

They were all smiling at me with little, encouraging smiles, completely confused. Yet another reason I don’t drink. Two sips of beer, and I can’t think straight. I shook my head and tried again.

"I was married, and Laura - who I was hanging out with today - is married to my ex-wife’s brother. We’ve kept in touch, and..." I shrugged. "Well. Here we are."

Laura looked back over her shoulder.

"Where is she now?"

I tried to hide my grimace by sipping some beer. It didn’t quite work.

"At the tents. I think she’s probably swooning over one of my old teachers from school."

"What?"

I let out a sigh and swished the beer around in the bottle.

"Long story. Right now, she’s over listening to the festivals guest of honor pontificate to his adoring masses."

Jill tossed her hair out of her face, and I admired the gentle slope of her neck.

"You mean Marvin Caruthers?"

I nodded. "Yep."

"He was one of your teachers?" She looked interested.

I shrugged. "If you could call him that, sure. Why? You like his work?"

Jill laughed. "Are you kidding? He’s the biggest pompous assfuck I’ve ever met, and his ‘paintings’ (she made little quotation marks in the air with her fingers as she spoke) are a load of shit."

I must’ve looked a little stunned, because Laura patted my hand.

"Jill owns a gallery in town. She’s an art snob."

I laughed and saluted Jill with my bottle.

"Finally. Someone who agrees with me. Here’s to a lovely lady with taste."

We all drank as Jill blushed. "You don’t like him either, I take it?"

"I think he’s a prick."

She grinned. "He’s definitely milking his success. I bet he’s already tried to sleep with half the women here." She made a face. "Disgusting, creepy man."

Linda leaned over. "So you’re an artist too?"

"I used to paint a little, and I did some commercial art to help pay for college, but I haven’t done anything for…a long time."

Jill smiled. "You should come by my gallery sometime and show me your portfolio."

Laura and Linda laughed hard enough to blow beer over the table. Linda elbowed Jill in the ribs.

"’Show me your portfolio’" she snorted. "Slick, girl."

I looked around at the ladies. The flirting had started, but I seemed to be just catching up to the party. I tried to change the subject.

"So. What are all of you doing here?"

They grinned at each other. Laura flashed me a smile.

"We were roommates here in college. Every year we come back and spend a week together, getting drunk and pretending to be twenty again."

I looked at the bottles strewn around.

"Seems like you’re off to a good start."

"Well, you know. We’re only here for a week. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do."

"Where are you staying?" Jill asked.

I shrugged. "I dunno. Laura booked the hotel. I think it’s across the street from the park. How about you?"

Laura answered.

"At the Riverview bungalows. How long are you going to be here?"

I shrugged again. "Just a couple nights, until Sunday."

Linda elbowed Jill, and they giggled like teenagers.

"What?"

I looked at each of them, and Laura blushed.

"Don’t...!" She groaned.

My turn to be confused. "’Don’t, what?"

Jill was laughing in her cup, and Linda leaned over the table and pretended to whisper, "Laura was, um, concerned, that you might have been, uh, attached."

I wasn’t quite sure what I was hearing. "Attached."

"She thinks you’re cute."

Laura groaned again. I half-turned and grinned at her.

"You think I’m cute?"

She glared at Jill. "You started this. You’re the one who said the thing about his ass."

I turned back to Jill.

"What about my ass?"

She grinned and bit the edge of her cup. Laura egged her on.

"She mentioned something about ‘covering it with whipped cream...?"

Jill stared me down, still playing with her cup. She gave me another dirty little grin, and I felt something warm and smooth and soft touch the inside of my leg. "I said I wanted to cover your ass with whipped cream and lick it clean."

Then she wiggled her eyebrows at me and tossed off her drink.

"Really?"

She nodded, and I looked over at Linda.

"And what did you say to that?"

"Oh, I agreed with her." Linda grinned and batted her eyes. "But I wanted to lick it off something else."

And so it went.

I let the ladies buy the drinks and talk. Jill told me all about her ex-husband and his demands for a good Catholic education for their two girls, who were going to a private school. Linda told us about her boy, Stevie, and his high-school graduation, and Laura showed us pictures of her three kids. By the time Marvin and Laura found us, the three ladies were well beyond happy and the flirting had amped up to a dangerous level. Jill’s foot had long since found its way up to my crotch, and Linda was leaning over the table, giving me nice view down her dress and eating french-fries out of my hand while Laura shared sips of beer with me.

Heaven could only be so nice.

"Looks like you’ve made some friends," said a voice from behind me.

Linda sat back, munching happily, and I turned to find Laura and Marvin, arm-in-arm, walking up to the table.

Jill’s foot disappeared, and I bit my tongue and made introductions.

"Uh, right. Marv, Laura, this is Linda and Jill, and, uh, Laura." The girls made a few grunts of acknowledgement.

"Lovely ladies. I’m very pleased to meet you." Marv took off his beret and bowed.

What a gentleman, that Marv.

The lights from the tent gleamed on his bald spot, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jill and Linda struggling not to laugh.

"I think we’re gonna need another round." Jill grabbed some half-full plastic cups and stood up. "Be back in a ‘sec."

I watched Marv watch her go, rubbing thoughtfully at his beard.

"Matt..." Laura - sister-in-law Laura, not the tipsy Laura next to me rubbing my thigh Laura - touched my shoulder. "Marvin was going to treat us to dinner, if you’d like to come."

Marv plopped his beret back on his head at a jaunty angle and clapped me on the back.

"Come on, my boy! There’s a lovely little Italian bistro just around the corner. We’ll reminisce about old times over pasta and drinks!"

Laura looked at me, mouthing the word ‘please?’, and grabbed my hands.

"Oh. Uh, okay. Sure. Sounds great."

I swiveled off the bench, and Marv turned back on the charm.

"If you ladies will excuse us?"

"Sure, sure. You go have fun." Linda said, and she and Laura waved and giggled as I was led off, good old Marv already talking a mile a minute.

The motor-mouth kept it running right through dinner.

I slurped my spaghetti as Marv regaled us with stories from his most recent trip, motorcycling across Europe.

"...so I spent two months knocking about in Italy, and then I went back to Paris. And I was so inspired (heavy, fork-waving emphasis, there, on inspired) by the utter beauty (more fork waving) of the French countryside that I..."

Laura looked enraptured. For my part, I tried not to slobber marinara sauce on my shirt. While they ate dessert, I drank a couple cups of espresso to try and counter all the beer that was still swilling around in my system.

By the time the espresso took hold, I was hyperactively bouncing my leg up and down and playing a ‘Zepplinish drum solo with my silverware. Finally, Laura took the hint and decided it was time to go. She put her hand on my knee, and her touch was like an electric shock running up my leg.

"It’s getting late," she said. "I think Matt’s getting tired. Maybe we should call it a night."

"All-righty."

Marv wiped his goatee with his napkin and dropped some money on the table, then he walked with us outside and asked where we were staying.

Laura pointed. "Just over at the Embarcadero."

"Splendid!" Marv beamed happily. "I’m there myself! The event staff put me up for the weekend in room eleven. I have a lovely view of the river."

Laura made a happy little sound. "You’re just around the corner from me. I’m in room twenty-four."

"Lovely!"

Oh, yeah. Lovely. ‘Lovely’, my butt. I couldn’t wait to get rid of this asshole.

"I’ll walk with you."

"Great!" Laura took my arm and we were off again, just the three of us.

Lovely.

At the hotel, we managed to say our goodbyes.

For a second I thought Marv was going to invite us to his room, but he yawned instead and shook my hand again.

"Lovely evening kids. Fantastic to see you again Matt. I’m glad to see you’re doing well."

"Uh, you too Marv. Thanks again for dinner."

He let go of my hand and turned and hugged Laura. For a little too long, I thought. Then he kissed her cheek.

"And you, dear Laura, sleep tight."

Ah Jeez.

"Goodnight Marvin."

We waited until he turned the corner, and Laura gushed about her day as I walked her upstairs. Suddenly I was really nervous. I half-listened to her until we found door number twenty-four.

So this is it, I thought. Do or die time.

I was finally going to sleep with the woman I’d been fantasizing about for years. My heart was pounding and Laura turned around and smiled at me. I grinned stupidly back at her and she hugged me. I loved the way she smelled, and the way her body pressed against me. I touched her hair, and she sighed and stepped away.

"Thanks for coming with me Matt. I hope you’re having an okay time."

She looked down and played with my hands.

"I was kind of an ass today, huh?" I asked.

"A little," she agreed. "But I can see why. Marvin’s pretty conceited."

I laughed, and thought, Laura, you don’t even know.

She unlocked her door, opened it part-way, then she turned around and handed me a plastic card.

"Here’s the key to your room. It’s number seventy-three, downstairs and around the corner."

I blinked.

"Sorry I couldn’t get you closer, but I made the reservations so late everything was already pretty filled up."

I blinked again.

Laura kissed me on the cheek and stepped into her room.

"’Night, Matt. I’ll call you in the morning? Maybe around ten?"

Waitaminute. Separate rooms?

"Matt?"

I shook myself out of my daze.

"Uh, yeah. Ten’s fine."

"’Kay. Night."

She smiled and shut her door. I stared at the credit card sized slip of plastic clenched in my hand for a minute, unfocused, and shoved it into my pocket.

"Fuck." I said, to no one in particular. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I stared at her closed door for a second and almost knocked, but finally turned and headed back to the stairs.

I was feeling about as stupid as I have since I was a teenager and made my first, awkward pass at a girl. I was so distracted that I smacked face first into the poor guy just stepping onto the landing, almost knocking him back down the steps.

"Gad!"

"Oh, shit, sorry, I didn’t..." I grabbed the guy by his sweater and hauled him back up. An alarm bell went off in my head at the sight of the black sweater.

"Matt! My boy! Where are you going in such a hurry?"

What the fuck? "Marvin? What are you doing here?"

Marvin showed me the bundle in his arms. He was carrying a small canvas with an easel under his arm, and a picnic basket in his hand. A bottle of wine poked out of one end of the basket, and a set of paints and brushes poked out of the other.

He winked at me and grinned.

"Ah. Young Laura agreed to model for me this evening. She’s a beautiful girl. Such a lovely face, and a truly classic body shape. Since I returned from Europe, I’ve been itching to paint a series of nudes, and she seemed thrilled when I asked her to pose for me tonight..." He straightened his beret and tucked his canvas back under his arm. "Well. No harm done, my boy. I’ll be off. Sleep well!"

I glared at him in shock as he found Laura’s door. He gave me a little salute, and when he knocked, I beat it the hell out of there.

 

"Pose nude my mother-fucking-ass!"

I found myself storming through the carnival right before closing time, fighting my way through a crowd of families as they flowed out to the streets. After my late-night meeting with Marvin, my first thought had been to go to the beer garden and get rip-roaring drunk, but apparently it was too late for that. Most of the booths had already shut down for the night, and the midway lights were beginning to wink out as well.

"Shit." I muttered.

"Yo’ Matt? That you, ‘bro?"

I turned around to find three short hispanic guys walking my way. I squinted through the dark and recognized two of them.

"Jose?"

Jose and his buddy Freddy grinned at me, and Jose slapped me on the back.

"’Sup, ‘bro! Long time, no see!"

I met Jose and Freddy when they were working as cooks and dishwashers at a redneck bar-slash-restaurant called the Black Bear. I’d taken my first sex-slave, Julie, there for dinner and a little...dessert. After dinner I tied Julie to a table and let all the guys in the restaurant fuck her, while Jose, Freddy and I attacked an old sexpot named Barb who worked there as a waitress.

I grinned at Jose and slapped him on the back.

"What are you two doing here?"

"Workin’ dude! We’re workin’ for the carnival, settin’ stuff up, runnin’ booths, takin’ tickets, y’know, whatever they need us for." He pointed at the guy I didn’t know. "This here’s Roberto. He don’t speak English so good yet."

Roberto grinned when he heard his name.

I smiled at him, and turned back to Jose.

"How long have you been doing this?" I asked. "You still got Barb with you?"

Jose considered. "We been here a while." Then he snorted. "We took off a few weeks after you and your bitch left that night. We, uh, had’ta get rid of Barb. She was gettin’ smelly, y’know?"

I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that.

"Smelly?"

He looked sheepish.

"We kinda broke her, a little."

Freddy nodded in agreement.

"What do you mean, you ‘broke her’."

Freddy shuffled his feet and looked at the ground.

"Well, see, she didn’t wanna screw one day, so we kinda, y’know, fucked her up." He put his hands up, like he wanted to protect himself. "Don’ worry though, we got rid of her so nobody goin’ find her. Just like I said we would."

Poor Barb.

"So that’s when you guys left?"

"Yeah. This is pretty cool, though. It pays better than doin’ dishes, an’ we get’ta move around a lot." He looked at the kids swarming around us. "Lot’sa new meat everywhere we go. Y’know what I mean?"

I nodded.

"Whazzup wit’ you? Why you down this way?"

So we talked for a while, just three (or maybe four) old rapists playing catch-up, until the lights from the beer garded dimmed, and someone called my name.

"Matt!"

Jill and Laura bounced towards us, dragging Linda along with them, and they surrounded me. They were all pretty bleary-eyed, and I could smell the beer on their breath from ten feet away. The girls didn’t even notice Jose and his buddies checking them out.

Laura played with my hair, twirling it with her fingers. "We thought we lost you for the night." She looked around. "Where are your...friends?"

I smiled as Jill and Linda leaned on each other, trying to keep from tipping over. And in my head I pictured what was going on in Laura’s hotel room.

"They’re both...asleep, I guess."

"Oooh. Poor baby, all alone." Laura nuzzled my neck, and I felt my dick wake up. "Maybe you should come and spend the night with us? We could try that stuff with the whipped cream, if you want." She patted my ass and grinned drunkenly at me.

Who was I to say no?

"Sure. Lead the way."

They grabbed me, all three drunk and horny ladies, and pulled me along for a few feet, almost taking my mind off the thought of Marvin fucking Laura.

Then I had a sick, perverted idea.

"Hold on a ‘sec, girls. I’ll be right back."

I jogged back to Jose and the guys.

"You guys want some action tonight?"

They looked at the girls, swaying in the breeze.

"With them?" Freddy asked.

"Yep."

All three of them grinned. "Shit man. Hell, yeah," said Jose.

"Cool. You got any buddies you want to include? There’s more than enough to go around."

Jose and Freddy both nodded.

"After we close up, there’s prob’ly ‘bout twen’ny dudes that’ll be lookin’ for some beer and pussy. You talkin’ pussy for free, or are we gonna take it, like Barb."

I grinned. "Like Barb, probably."

Jose and Freddy shot some rapid-fire Spanish back and forth with Roberto. The look that passed between them would’ve made the three ladies run for the police if they’d been sober enough to catch it.

The guys all looked back at me and nodded.

"Cool," I said. "I don’t know where they’re staying, exactly. So why don’t you follow a little behind us until we get to their hotel, then come back around..." I checked my watch. It was just after eleven. "Maybe one o’clock with your buddies?"

Laura called out, "Matt...? What’s taking so long?"

"Be right there!" I shouted back.

Jose grinned again. "Freddy should go. ‘Berto and I need ‘ta help close up for the night. We’ll cover ‘till he can get back."

"All right. Freddy, stay close, and be sure to get the right room number." I started walking, then turned around. "One o’clock."

Jose gave me a thumbs up.

When I reached them, Laura and Jill hooked their arms around my waist. "Okay ladies. Let’s go." Laura took Linda by the hand, and off we went.

 

The place they were staying was a couple blocks away from the park. It wasn’t a hotel, but a set of about two dozen bungalows nestled into a less developed, wooded section of town. Each bungalow was set back and hidden from the sidewalk, and each unit had its own driveway leading out to the road. During the day the place was probably nice and peaceful. It certainly was nice and secluded. Judging from the few cars I could see only a few of the bungalows had any tenants. A couple of streetlights and a porchlight on here and there struggled to light the area.

I shot a look over my shoulder while I made impressed sounds, trying to spot Freddy. I couldn’t see anybody following us, but the road was dark, with lots of places for him to hide.

The girls led me to one of two bungalows in a narrow cul-de-sac at the end of the street. One of the buildings looked deserted. The other had a couple of cars parked nearby and the house lights turned on inside.

Perfect.

Jill wobbled up to the door of the bungalow with the lights on and fumbled with a set of keys.

"Shit," she swore and pushed her glasses back on her nose. "I can’t see - Matt, help?"

She handed me a set of three identical keys on a simple silver ring. I stuck one in the keyhole, turned, and the door clicked open.

"Voila." I said, and the ladies pushed me inside, giggling.

The bungalow was basically one big room. A counter divided the living area from a small kitchen and a dining nook, and an open door at the back of the bungalow led to a bathroom and a shower. Two futon couches with heavy, natural wood frames surrounded a large oak entertainment center. Both couches were currently pulled out, and the bedding sported the ‘slept in’ look.

Jill shut the door as Linda collapsed onto one of the futons. I found myself face to face with Laura, who was breathing heavily and staring at me intently.

"Well." I smiled at her. "What now?"

"I can’t believe I’m going to do this," she whispered.

"What’s that?" I asked.

Laura was a tall woman, easily at eye level with me. She touched my face gently, her eyes fluttered closed, and she kissed me.

She was tentative at first, just a soft press of her lips on mine. I heard the sharp hiss of her breath as she pulled away from me, her eyes still closed, her face and neck flushed pink.

The other women waited quietly as Laura paused, her forehead pillowed against mine.

"Well?" Jill asked.

Laura shook her head slightly, and a small smile played along the corners of her mouth.

Linda sat up and leaned on the edge of the futon.

"Well?"

In answer, Laura gave me a big smile, wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and pulled me close.

There was little that was soft or tender about her next kiss. I curled my arms around her waist and tasted her, felt the heat radiate from her body. My dick felt it too. A low purring sound came from deep in Laura’s throat as she wriggled against me.

Something soft and wet touched my neck, and Linda smiled up at me before she nibbled at my earlobe. Laura cupped my face in her hands and pulled me back to her, and I shivered as Linda tangled a hand in my hair. She snuck her hand up my t-shirt and tweaked my nipple, playing with it as she softly kissed my neck.

Then someone unbuckled my belt and pulled down my shorts.

"Oh-my-God."

Everybody looked down at Jill, who was on her knees in front of my crotch.

She was busy staring at my dick. Jill had my shorts pulled halfway down over my hips, and my dick was raging hard and hovering right around her open mouth, about a foot away.

It took a Herculean effort of will not to wrap my hand in her hair and shove my cock down her throat.

Turns out, I didn’t have to.

Instead, Laura and Linda shared a quick look. Then they dropped to their knees next to Jill and forgot about kissing me as they took turns fondling my penis.

As horny as I was getting, something in me - some long lost shred of decency - bubbled to the surface. I cleared my throat and stroked Jill’s hair, trying to pry their attention away from their new toy.

They all looked up, expectantly. Visions of Jose and Freddy fucking Barb to death ran through my head.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, what about your families?"

They looked at each other for a second. Then Jill wrapped her hands around my dick and gave me a squeeze.

"Fuck ‘em."

Jill elbowed herself some room, then grabbed my ass and took a deep breath.

"Sorry girls, I was here first. You’ll have to wait your turn."

She closed her eyes, opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed four or five inches of my cock with a gurgle. I closed my eyes and let her do what she wanted, felt her head slowly bob back and forth, swallowing more and more of my dick as she worked me.

I reached for Linda and Laura and played with their hair while Jill went down on me. As jaded as I’ve become sexually, something about the three women kneeling before me, anxiously waiting to suck my dick was the biggest turn-on I’ve experienced in a long time.

‘Fuck ‘em’, Jill had said.

I agreed with her.

Wherever that last bit of pity came from, it was gone now. All I wanted to do was fuck these bitches until they bled.

So as Jill struggled to fit more of my cock down her throat, I relaxed and gave the three of them a full shot of my power.

The air around us crackled with static electricity and I felt the familiar tingling sensation - almost like pins and needles - shoot through my body. The room spun around me for a second, then snapped back into place. All of the hair on my arms stood on end and the ladies sat back on their haunches, stunned.

The three of them were still so drunk they would’ve probably done pretty much anything I wanted, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. I wanted them nice and submissive for Jose and his crew.

For a little while, anyway.

I pulled myself out of Jill’s mouth with a wet pop and made Jill and Linda stand by yanking their hair. Laura knelt in the same spot on the floor, swaying back and forth with her mouth slack and her eyelids half-shut, and the other ladies clung to each other for support as their heads cleared.

I sat down on the bed, my dick poking straight up.

"Okay, girls. Jill, I want you to strip Linda down to her underwear, and Linda, after she’s finished, I want you to do the same to her. Then I want you both to lie down on that futon - Jill, you on the bottom, with your head facing this edge of the bed. Linda, I want you to crawl on top of Jill and shove your pussy in her face. I want to watch you eat her out while I fuck old Laura here. Okay?"

Linda was flushed and struggling to breathe. Jill was doing a little dance, moving from foot to foot like a small child that needed to pee. When I finished telling them what I wanted, they didn’t waste time answering me; they just fell on each other, ripping off their clothes. Linda shoved Jill down on the futon and straddled her body, pinning her to the bed. She frantically rubbed her crotch on Jill’s face. Jill moaned, grabbing Linda’s ass, pulling her closer. She nuzzled Linda’s pussy through her panties and bit at the inside of her legs. Linda wrapped her legs tightly around Jill’s head, then yanked her white cotton panties away from her crotch. Jill moaned as Linda jabbed her pink little tongue deep into her pussy.

I watched the two women go at it for a minute, listening to the wet slurping sounds and the happy moans and groans as they lapped at each other.

Linda was a little reluctant at first, but Jill seemed to really be enjoying herself.

She was so enthusiastic about her pussy eating that I wondered if she’d spent time lapping clam before this. She was just kooky-hip enough that the thought of her having an affair with another woman didn’t surprise me much. Linda, however, was the most whole-heartedly feminine of the three, and the last one I’d imagine to have any type of affair at all. But she seemed to be warming up to the task.

Both of them had nice, tan bodies. Jill was a little curvier, a little saucier around the edges, a bit rounder in all the right places. Especially when she moved. When she moved, her whole body moved.

If you know what I mean.

But Linda - Linda was in better shape. Her body was firm and toned, with the long, muscular legs of a runner, a tight, round ass and perky, up-turned breasts that were just partially hidden by her lacy blue bra.

They’d be busy for a while. My dick throbbed, wanting some attention, so I pried my eyes away from the girls and focused on Laura, still swooning on the floor.

Time for business.

I stood and walked over to the kitchenette and rooted around a little. I found a sharp butchers knife, and after digging through a junk drawer I was rewarded with a fresh roll of duct tape.

"Laura, Laura, Laura." I chanted happily. "Look what I found."

She shook her head, trying to clear out the cobwebs. I walked around the house using the butcher knife to cut the pull cords from the window blinds. When I finished, I had about thirty or forty feet of the strong nylon cord, cut into strips.

With the knife, tape and the cord in one hand, I grabbed Laura’s hair and dragged her over to the empty futon. She cried out and grabbed at my arm, the pain finally cutting through the haze in her head, and I threw her face first down on the bed. She tried to roll over, but I sat on her legs.

She grunted when I pinned her arms behind her back.

Laura was probably strong enough that she could’ve given me some trouble if she tried to fight; but she was still groggy and I had enough leverage to keep her still enough that I could bind her wrists together with a strip of cord.

Her face was buried in the pillows, so her cry of pain was muffled when I pulled the cord as tight as I could, cutting off the circulation in her hands.

She screamed and thrashed underneath me, sending my dick into spasms, and all my frustration about Marvin came boiling up. I grabbed Laura tightly around the neck and shoved her face harder into the pillows, until the thrashing turned into ineffective twitches as she fought for breath. Keeping her pinned, I used the knife to cut her blouse up the back, laying it open but leaving the thin silk camisole intact. And then I hacked off her shorts.

I leaned back for a second and enjoyed the view, marveling at how these three women, all approaching middle age, were still so attractive and in such great shape.

Laura’s shoulders and arms, back and legs were tan and freckled. Her waist was slender and tapered into a nice pair of hips and a round, juicy ass. Along with the camisole, she was wearing a pair of pink panties that were stained wet in the crotch.

I let my control flow away from Laura, leaving her completely aware of what was going on. I let her hear her friends fucking - only feet away from us, but completely oblivious to what was happening to her. I leaned over and rubbed her pussy through the wet spot on her panties, sending Laura into another set of twitches and moans, and whispered in her ear:

"I’m sorry Laura. You just happened to run into me when I was having a really shitty day. And unfortunately, you just happen to have the same name as someone I’m really pissed off at right now. So you get to go first."

She squirmed until I hit her head with the butt of the knife. I paused for a second, feeling her body trembling underneath me, and gently kissed her neck.

"Just remember, if you somehow make it through tonight, that I gave you all a chance not to go through with this."

Then I ripped off her panties and jerked her head back, out of the pillows.

I could see her red, tear-streaked face in the mirror on the wall, and when she gasped for breath, I shoved her panties into her mouth. She choked and kicked as I tore off a strip of the thick silver tape and finished off the make-shift gag.

Then I started to slap her ass with the flat of the blade as hard as I could. She screamed into the gag and her butt rippled with each smack.

"Let’s see if you’re still as ready as you were when we started, hey?"

I jabbed the knife into the futon within easy reach, and used my knees to pry her legs open, wedging my hips between them. Then I pulled her hips up so her ass was level with my crotch and played with her pussy with my fingers, spreading the soft, moist outer lips open and rubbing her little clit. I used my free hand to guide the tip of my dick into her pussy.

She’d been soaking wet before, but she was dry as a bone now; so I rubbed some spit on my dick and tried again.

With her hands tied around her back, Laura’s head and neck were pushed into the pillows again, absorbing the weight of her body, and now mine too. Her face was turned to the side on the pillow with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She kicked her feet and a low keening moan came from her throat when she felt the tip of my dick enter her.

Her eyes popped open and she panted softly as I eased my way into her cunt.

I went slowly - for my sake, not hers.

She was nice and tight, and without much natural lubrication I didn’t want to scrape my dick raw this early in the game - especially since I still had two other lovely ladies to fuck around with. So I wrapped my arms around her waist, closed my eyes and took my time.

Fresh tears ran down her cheeks when my balls finally smacked up against her mound. She wasn’t having fun anymore. And it was about to get worse.

Laura was still dry, but her cunt was warm and fit me like glove. I didn’t want to pull out and lube up, so I let go of her waist and found another strip of the nylon cord.

I slipped the line under her neck and tied it off with a slipknot, making a thin, strong noose. And then I wrapped the free end of the cord around my hand and pulled, until Laura’s upper body was parallel with the bed and I could see her tits jiggling in the mirror.

Her eyes went wide. She thrashed around and kicked her legs wildly, and her ass bucked against me as her air was cut off. There wasn’t much she could do with her hands tied; I had all the control. Her pussy muscles contracted around me in violent spasms, and I enjoyed the ride, watching her terrified face as she struggled for the breath that I wasn’t going to let her get.

She locked eyes with me, scared and pleading, tears running in torrents down her face, dripping from her chin. I smiled back at her and jerked her leash, making her body spasm even harder.

Laura slowly stopped kicking, and her body relaxed against me, held up by the rope strangling her.

I came just as she passed out. I let her body fall to the bed as my orgasm ebbed, felt myself slip out of her pussy. My dick glistened with my cum as I leaned over her and loosened the knot around her neck.

I didn’t want her dead, even though I knew that none of the girls might live out the night, once Jose and his boys got here.

Instead, I shook one of the pillows out of the pillowcase, then pulled the empty case over Laura’s head and tied it off by wrapping tape around it. Then I rolled off the bed and tied cords around both of her ankles and secured them to the thick wooden bed-legs.

Now it was Linda’s turn.

She was grinding her hips into Jill’s face, with her back arched and her head thrown back. Her mouth was open and her eyes were squeezed shut. I spread her legs open a little wider and Jill grinned up at me, her face smeared with spunk, sucking away at Linda’s clit. I patted Jill’s forehead with my dick, then bent over Linda’s back. Jill helped guide my dick and held Linda’s panties out of the way for me as I shoved my way into Linda’s pussy.

Linda let out a little yelp and her body jerked, but she was wet and relaxed enough that I slid in easily. She plopped back onto Jill as I crawled on top of her. I pulled her bra down under her breasts and squeezed her tits, and she reached back for me, turning her head, and pulled me closer. I kissed her, and felt the edge of her panties rub against my dick as I slowly pumped her pussy. Linda gasped at each thrust. Underneath us, Jill flicked her wet little tongue at my balls, licking and sucking while I fucked Linda. I bit Linda’s neck, and she reached back and tangled one of her hands in my hair, and squeezed my hand harder onto her tit with the other.

"Oh God, Stevie. Yesss..." she moaned.

Stevie?

Who the fuck was Stevie?

I don’t know much about my power. I’ve spent some time trying to understand the extent of it and to figure out what I can actually do. But for the most part, ever since that day in Laura’s bathroom, the discoveries that I’ve made about my power have all come spontaneously.

And each experience happened because of some intense, sex-related incident.

When Linda moaned ‘Stevie’, a memory registered, just for a second, of Linda and her son at my store. She was asking him what he wanted for his birthday party after his football game.

That’s when a lightbulb blew up in my mind.

Usually when my power manifests itself, it’s preceded by a moment of disorientation and the odd tingling, pins-and-needles feeling that I spoke of before. When the power affects other people, they usually experience the same sensation, plus a physical manifestation, sometimes mild, like static electricity, or worse, like a powerful shock, depending on the intensity of the situation.

This was different.

I felt something pop in the back of my head, in the same place the tingling sensation usually starts when I use my power. Then there was a sudden, bright flash of light.

And then I went blind.

My vision cleared as quickly as it left, but I wasn’t where I was a second before.

I was driving a minivan, and the eyes looking back at me in the rearview mirror were Linda’s baby blue’s. The van was packed to the gills with shouting, sweaty, teenage boys, all wearing muddy football uniforms. Stevie was sitting next to me, grinning happily. The kids behind him cheerfully clapped him on the shoulders and flicked his head.

When we got home, Stevie and his friends grabbed a bunch of pizza boxes and soda pop out of the back of the van, and they piled into the kitchen behind me. We dished up pizza, and I laughed and ate with them as they celebrated Stevie’s big day and their win on the football field. I decided to leave them alone and excused myself to go watch a movie.

I just got settled when Stevie popped his head into the family room and asked to borrow the keys to the van. I laughed when he said they needed ice cream and told him to hurry back.

They were only gone a few minutes. The headlights shone through the windows as Stevie pulled back into the driveway and parked. I could hear them walk in through the back door, and then they were messing around in the kitchen.

They seemed a little rowdier than before.

I sighed. Boys.

Halfway through my movie, I decided they needed to share some of the ice cream. I paused the tape and walked down the hall to the kitchen.

There were a lot more boys packed into the little room. More of Stevie’s teammates. At first, I figured that was why the noise level had gone up. And that was okay - I’d told Stevie he could have as many friends over for pizza as he wanted.

But then I saw the beer. Cases of it. And one look around the room told me most of the boys were already drunk.

"Stevie!"

He knew I was upset. He was sitting at the little round table in our window nook, playing drinking games with his friend Jay and a few other boys. He looked up at me as I stomped into the kitchen, and Jay grinned at me and lit a cigarette.

"What’s up, Mom?"

I stood there with my mouth open. I didn’t even notice the other boys gathering behind me.

"How the fu..." I waved my hands at all the beer. "How did you get this?"

Jay stood up and blew a puff of smoke into my face.

"I bought it."

I stared at him.

"How?"

He smiled at me. I was too worked up to notice how he was looking at me. Not that it mattered by that point anyway. I was already surrounded by drunk, horny boys.

"Stevie took some money from your purse, and we went to a store and I bought it."

He puffed on his cigarette and stared at my tits. I was mad enough to spit, but he just grinned at me.

"Shit, Mrs. T. Chill out."

"Yeah Mom, chill."

"What did you say to me?" I rounded on Stevie, furious now. "You...you stole money from me and used it to buy beer? You..."

Stevie stood up and poked me hard in the chest with his can of beer. Until then, Stevie had always been my little boy. Now I realized he wasn’t so little any more. He was just turning seventeen but was already taller than his father, who was a good six feet, and had his dad’s thick, muscular shoulders and arms.

He had his dad’s temper, too.

"It’s not a big deal mom." He poked me with the beer again. "Here, have some. Play some quarters with us."

The boys standing around me cheered and Jay pushed me down into a chair and stood guard behind me. A couple other boys plopped into the other chairs around the table. I was surrounded.

I stared at my son. He popped open a beer and shoved it across the table. I could feel Jay’s hands rubbing my shoulders.

"You go first Stevie," said Jay.

Stevie plinked a quarter off the table into a shot glass and everybody cheered.

"You next Dave."

None of the boys argued with Jay. No one ever did. He’d been a bully since he was little, but had the charisma of a natural leader. The two of them had been friends since kindergarten, and Stevie worshipped Jay like an older brother. Over the years, Jay had dragged Stevie with him through some bad experiences. A couple minor brushes with the police because of some vandalism and grafitti painting, a few fights at school, some pot smoking.

Not major, but bad enough.

Before we split up, Stevie’s dad and I got him into football and wrestling, hoping that sports would help discipline him. Show him a better road than the one he was heading down. Then my marriage went to shit, and I went through an awful divorce. Stevie seemed to blame me for his dad leaving, and our relationship slowly went from bad to worse.

And now this. I didn’t know how to handle this, and I was getting worried.

Dave had missed his shot and the other kids chanted "chug it, chug it" as he drank. Then the boy sitting next to me, Marcus, took his turn, and guzzled his beer when he missed.

My turn.

I tried to stand up, but Jay pushed me back down into the chair.

"Sorry, Mrs. T," he patted my shoulder. "Your shot."

I shook my head. "Jay. This isn’t funny, and I’m not going to play. Let me go."

He laughed.

"You don’t have a fucking choice, bitch."

I stared up at him. "What did you say to me?"

He ignored me.

"You’re playing whether you like it or not. So take your fucking turn, or someone else’ll shoot for you."

The boys around us laughed at me. I looked back at my son.

"Stevie...?"

He snatched the quarter off the table.

"Had your chance Ma. Looks like I get to take the turn for you."

He flipped the coin with his thumb. It hit the side of the glass and spun on the table. He gave me a little grin and shrugged.

"Sorry, Ma. Hold her guys."

The boys around me grabbed me by the wrists and pinned my hands to the tabletop. Jay grabbed me by the hair, yanked my head back and then pinched my nose shut. Another boy used both hands to hold my mouth open, laughing while Stevie stood up and walked around the table. Stevie picked up an open beer and patted my cheek, then poured it down my throat until I was choking and the beer was running down my face, soaking the front of my blouse.

He stopped when the can was empty and sat back down, grinning. The boys held me still as I coughed beer out of my lungs.

"My turn."

Stevie plinked another quarter off the table, right into the glass. And around they went, until it was my turn again. The boy, Dave, took my turn for me this time.

"Here goes," he said.

The quarter bounced off the lip of the glass.

Everybody laughed. This time Jay patted my cheek and then they held me down again while Dave took his turn pouring beer into my mouth.

As the last drops trickled out of the can, Stevie suddenly stood up.

"This is boring. I’m gonna find something else to drink."

Another boy sat in for the next round. By the time Stevie came back, Marcus was taking his turn taking my turn, and they were shaking another empty beer can over my face. Stevie slid into the booth and smacked a bottle of whiskey down on the end of the table.

I knew he’d taken it from his dad’s old stash, from our basement, hidden away before we split up. I heard a low whistle come from Jay at the sight of the bottle.

"All-Riiight!" Jay let go of my hair and he and Stevie started pouring shots. They passed the glasses around and Jay grinned at me.

"You know Mrs. T, when we were freshmen, I bet Stevie that I’d fuck you one day."

He knocked back his shot, and the rest of the kids drank theirs. Then he sat down on the table right next to me. He set his glass down and poured it full.

"The other guys think you’re hot, too." He looked around. "Huh, guys?"

There was a chorus of approval. I watched my son stand up and walk around next to me.

"You look like you need another drink Ma."

He left the shot on the table and grabbed the bottle. Jay pulled my hair, forcing my head back again, and Stevie shoved the bottle into my mouth. He stopped only when the bottle was barely half-empty.

I could feel the room beginning to spin. The boys holding my wrists let go of me, and I stood up. I had to lean against the table for support, and I felt a body press against me from behind.

"Hey man. Her shirt’s all wet."

Stevie picked up the last shot and stepped back around the table. I could see him standing in front of me, but he was getting hazy.

"Maybe we should take it off. Wouldn’t want her catching cold."

Fingers fumbled with the buttons, and I swayed drunkenly as the damp cloth was suddenly pulled off, down over my arms.

I lost it as hands started touching me. Tears rolled down my face and I whimpered as I heard Stevie talking to Jay.

"Still think she’s hot, dude? You guys all still wanna fuck her?"

"Fuck yeah, Stevie!"

Stevie took a sip of his drink.

"Well, let’s fuckin’ do it then."

Somebody unhooked my bra. I tried to cover my breasts with my hands, but somebody grabbed my arms and bent me over the little table. I heard a ripping sound and then I felt my skirt being yanked down over my hips, and then cold air on my ass as whoever was behind me pulled my panties and nylons down around my knees. Somebody wedged themself between my legs and something warm and hard shoved against my pussy. I let out a gurgling scream as Jay shoved his cock into me, and my head jerked backwards.

I could see my son standing over me. He had a smile on his face, and he threw back the rest of his drink. My face was level with his crotch, and after he finished his shot he tossed the glass onto the floor and unzipped his pants.

I could hear Jay panting behind me, and he reached underneath me and grabbed at my tits.

"Well, dude?" Stevie asked him. "How is she?"

Jay moaned in my ear.

"Fuckin’ hot," he panted.

"Cool."

Stevie pulled down his pants and patted my face. His cock popped out in front of me, big and purple, and he smacked my face with it.

"Fuck her good, JayJay!" Somebody shouted, and Jay started kissing my neck as he humped me. He was pounding into me hard enough to drive the tops of my thighs into the edge of the table.

It hurt.

Then Stevie grabbed my hair, and Jay slowed down enough to pry open my mouth.

"Time to gimme my birthday present, Ma."

And my son shoved his dick down my throat.

Then images started coming faster and faster, until it was hard to keep track of them all. Images of Linda, sound asleep, and Stevie sneaking into her bed and licking and sucking her pussy, making her cum while she was still asleep, then rolling on top of her and fucking her. Then Stevie and Jay stopping at the hospital where Linda worked as a nurse and fucking her in a supply closet. Of Stevie watching a porno and making his mom act it out with him as the movie played. And at their high school graduation, where they made her blow each guy on the football team after they got their diplomas.

Finally, the lightbulp flashed and reality snapped back into place, and I was me again.

I grinned.

As with Laura, I let my power trickle out of Linda. I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back, hard. I heard the breath whoosh out of her, and I grunted into her ear.

"So you like it when your son fucks you?"

She looked around, bewildered, like she was waking up out of a sound sleep, not quite knowing where she was.

"M-Matt...?"

"That’s right, you fucking bitch," I growled and pulled out of her pussy. I used my hips to guide my dick, sliding it up until I felt the tip touch her asshole. "Matt. And I’ll ask again: do you like it when your son fucks you?"

"Matt, please, you’re hurting me..."

She tried to turn her head and look at me, but I hooked my arms under hers and clamped my hands around the back of her head, forcing her back to curve against my chest and giving me better access to her ass.

Unlike Laura, she didn’t fight me. Right away, that is.

I pulled her body into me and thrust hard with my hips, and Linda let out a shriek of pain as my dick punched into her rectum. I lodged about two inches in, then pulled back and shoved into her again. She clawed at my hands, but I pushed her face into the bed and started fucking her ass with hard, quick thrusts, making her scream with pain. She tried to push away from the bed, but her arms couldn’t support both our weight and she collapsed, her face mashed into the pillows and her neck bent at an awful angle. She stopped fighting, giving me full access to her pretty little butt.

I fucked her as hard as I could. When I finally blew my wad, I shoved her away from me and sat back on my haunches. My ass landed right on Jill’s face, and she started licking my asshole. I let Linda fall away from me and she curled into a little ball, crying softly.

My dick softened a little, flopping down in-between Jill’s tits.

I’d never had a rim-job before.

No way. Fuck this shit, I thought, and tried to sit up, but Jill wrapped her hands around my thighs, made some yummy noises and pulled my butt down onto her face. She got busy tongueing my ass with all the gusto that she’d used to eat Linda out. And surprise! Just a couple minutes later, my dick was hard as a rock and I was ready to go again.

I started squeezing her tits while her tongue flicked in and out of my asshole. Jill had a nice, big handfull, and I could feel her nipples poking into my palms through her bra. She moaned underneath me, and I reached down to her pussy, wrapped my hand in her panties and yanked. The panties stretched out, then ripped away at the crotch. Jill’s pussy was shaved clean, with only a little stubble that had grown in over the last few days. She had a little red heart tattooed on her belly, just under her panty line.

Cute. I had to smile.

She groaned again and spread her legs for me. I lay on top of her and lifted my hips up, and I felt her hands stroking my cock. She kissed it, playing with it, and when she opened her mouth for me, I wrapped my arms around her and slammed my hips down hard. She grunted and twitched, but she didn’t bite. I started to eat her out. Her pussy was soft and pink and the bedding underneath her butt was already soaked with her pussy juice. She grabbed my ass with both of her hands and tried to keep me from moving, but I had her head pinned in place with my dick, so I arched my back again and shoved myself in.

I fucked her face until I was just ready to cum, then I stopped and pulled out. I stood up, grabbed Jill’s wrists and pulled her off the bed, then I rolled Linda onto her back. She kicked at me until I slapped her, and then I had to sit on her stomach and pin her arms down.

I looked at Jill. She swayed slightly on her feet and her eyes were glassy. I had to snap my fingers to get her attention.

"Jill, get some of that cord and the knife. I want you to tie Linda up for me."

Jill giggled. "Okay."

She grabbed the stuff and stood over the bed, half naked and giggling, like a serial killer in a bad slasher movie.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Cut off her panties and shove ‘em in her mouth." I jerked my head back at the other futon. "Then cut some of that tape and stick it over her mouth."

"Jill, please, don’t..." Linda squirmed under me, begging.

Jill bent over behind us and I heard the knife sawing against material, and Jill stood back up with a torn blue rag bundled up into a ball. Jill laughed at Linda’s gurgling sounds as she stuffed the panties in her mouth. Then she went to work with the rope. I pried Linda’s legs open and started fucking her while Jill tied her, spread-eagled, down to the bed.

When she finished, I pulled out and checked the ropes. Jill had tied them so tight, Linda’s hands were already turning purple, and her eyes were wide with panic. She was screaming into her gag and jerking around on bed, and suddenly Laura started thrashing around on the other futon.

Then Jill grabbed my dick and tried to kiss me. Her breath, not surprisingly, from all the ass-sucking and what-not, smelled rancid, so I shoved her away. She tripped and fell on top of Laura, and I flipped her over and used one of the last bits of cord to tie her hands behind her back. Jill’s ass was jutting up into my crotch while I tied her up. When I finished I just spread her butt cheeks open and pushed inside.

I let go of her mind right as I shoved my cock into her, and as soon as she realized what was happening to her, she started to kick and scream. So I used the last of the cord to make another leash and slipped it over her head, tightening the knot when it was around her mouth.

She screeched when the rope bit deep into her face. I held Jill like that, bent over Laura, screaming and gurgling while I fucked her asshole.

Lucky for Jill, my orgasm came quickly, and I collapsed on top of her. She lay still under me, panting, and she cried a little as I jerked against her a few times, letting my warm spunk flood her ass.

And then somebody knocked on the door.

I spanked Jill’s butt and padded to the door. Through the window I could see a crowd of guys dressed in grubby t-shirts, jeans and overalls. I opened the door and Jose grinned at me sheepishly.

"Hey dad. They followed me home. Can I keep ‘em?"

"Holy shit." I tried to count, but the line led out into the driveway. I got to about twenty-five mean, greasy-looking Mexicans before I gave up.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "A bunch of the guys were fuckin’ horny, so I thought, the more the merrier, y’know?"

I nodded. "How many?"

Jose shrugged. "’Bout thirty, forty. Somethin’ like that. Most of ‘em are like Roberto - they don’t speak no English. But they all wanna fuck an’ blow off some steam." He tried to look past me, around the door. "You got the bitches in there?"

"Yep. Ready and waiting." I opened the door all the way and held it as the crowd surged inside, led by a wild, stoned looking Roberto and Freddy.

"All wrapped up like goddamn christmas presents!" Jose was grinning at me wide enough that I could see all of his missing teeth. He gave me a friendly pop on the shoulder.

Freddy hit the beds first and pulled Jill off and onto the floor. He settled in behind her and pulled her butt up in the air. She wiggled and cried around the cord cutting into her mouth as he pulled down his shorts, and the rest of the guys didn’t waste any more time. A guy with a huge dick bent like an ‘L’ jumped on top of Linda, whose frightened screams doubled when he penentrated her. Another guy ripped her bra in half and started sucking her tits, and then she was surrounded by guys pulling out their dicks.

By that time I couldn’t see Jill or Freddy at all, and a big, sweaty mexican was busy fucking Laura in the ass. He had one of his heavily muscled arms locked around her neck and he was yelling something incoherently into her ear as he reamed her butt.

Laura’s neck and back were bent at unnaturally sharp angles, and I could hear her muffled screams through the pillowcase over her face.

Jose noticed too. "Hope you didn’t want to keep ‘em after this. They gonna be seriously fucked up."

And then something popped, loudly. It sounded like a rifle shot went off. Laura’s screams stopped cold, and the big mexican closed his eyes and smiled as her body twitched underneath him. When she stopped jerking, he pumped her ass with a few more strokes, then pulled out and shot his load on her butt cheeks. And almost immediately, another guy took his place fucking her limp body.

Laura didn’t scream this time.

Then Freddy popped up from between the futons. He was pulling Jill up by the noose that was now tied around her neck, the muscles in his arms taut. Jill’s head rolled on her neck and her tongue hung loose out of her mouth. Her eyes had rolled back into her skull, and her face was turning an awful shade of blue. Freddy was busy fucking her from behind; he groped her tits while he screwed her, and her nipples poked out from in-between his fingers.

"Yo, Jose! Come and get it while it’s still hot, man!"

Jose gave Freddy a thumbs-up, then turned back to me.

"Thanks, man."

I blinked and shrugged. It didn’t look like Jill was going to last much longer. I had a pretty good feeling Laura was already dead, and these guys had only been in the bungalow less than five minutes. I couldn’t see Linda through the wall of naked asses, but I had the distinct feeling she wasn’t going to see the sun come up either. I didn’t quite know what Jose was thanking me for, but I nodded back to him anyway and started getting dressed.

"Sure."

"Don’ worry. Like I said before, you treated us good, so we’ll take care of everything. Nobody’ll know what the fuck happened here."

I nodded again. "Okay. Have fun."

Jose smacked my shoulder again and jumped over the guy fucking Laura’s motionless body. I put on my shoes as Jose unbuckled his overalls and shoved his dick into Jill’s open mouth, then I closed the door and started the walk back to my hotel.

 

The walk back was nice and cool. My head cleared as I walked, and I’d managed to vent most of my frustrations about the day, so by the time I reached the hotel I was actually whistling. I looked up at Laura’s room when I stepped into the parking lot, and I pictured her asleep, curled up against Marv The Asshole.

A little flash of anger made me grimace, but I let it go and tried to find my room.

"Seventy, seventy-one..." I ticked off the numbers on the white doors as I walked by. I couldn’t remember if Laura had said I was in seventy-two or seventy-three, so I pulled the card key out of my pocket.

"Let’s see what’s behind door number...seventy-three!" I said to nobody in particular. The card caught on my pocket, slipped out of my hand and fell on the sidewalk.

"Fuck," I muttered, and bent over to pick it up. I stuck it in the slot above the doorknob on door seventy-three and waited for a click.

Nothing.

I pulled it out and tried again.

Nada.

I stuffed it in again and pushed. No luck. So I stepped back and scratched my head. I checked the card, just to make sure I wasn’t a complete idiot and wasn’t using the right end.

The number on the top of the card wasn’t seventy-two or seventy-three. It was twenty-four.

Laura’s room.

"What the fuck?"

I could’ve sworn she gave me a keycard with my room number on it. I shoved my hand into my pocket and, sure enough, pulled out an identical plastic card with ‘seventy-three’ labeled along the top edge in nice, big numbers.

"She gave me the key to her room." I stared at my hotel door, completely lost. She gave me two keys. But why? Did she do it on purpose? Or did she just fuck up and give me her key along with mine by accident? I didn’t know, and I was too tired to try to figure it out.

So I shook my head and stuck the right key in the door. The lock clicked and the door swung open, and I stepped inside with visions of a big, soft bed with nice, cool sheets and ice-cold air-conditioning bouncing around in my head.

"Matt!"

Sitting in my room, on the edge of my nice, cool bed, I found a sobbing, half-naked Laura.

"Laura? What...?"

I managed to shut the door before she literally jumped into my arms, buried her head in my chest and clung to me, crying.

 

A few hours later, Laura fell asleep with her head pillowed in my lap. The clock on the dresser across the room told me it was almost six in the morning. After Laura had fallen asleep, I watched the morning light sneak into the room, peeking around the pulled curtains.

One name kept caroming around in my head, keeping me awake.

Marvin.

I was shocked enough that I could barely speak her name after I found her in my room. When she grabbed me and wouldn’t let go, I held her gently until she cried herself out and was calm enough to tell me what had happened.

With the help of a couple of her conniving girlfriends, Laura planned this trip as a romantic weekend getaway for the two of us. Unfortunately, good old Marvin had shown up and I’d jumped into my asshole mode.

Laura had arranged for me to have my own room, in case she either chickened out or I turned her down again, like I had the night of her party. And thanks to my knee-jerk, butthead reaction to Marv, Laura wasn’t sure if I wanted to be with her tonight or not.

So she decided to give me a little test.

She slipped me the key to her room along with the key to mine, hoping that I’d figure out what was going on and come back. Then she went inside and changed into the lingerie she’d brought along. She turned on the television and waited to see if I’d come back.

Of course, being the complete and total idiot I am, that was way too subtle for me in my worked up state of mind.

As we’ve documented, I figured she’d blown me off for Marv the Asshole, so I just shoved both of the keys in my pocket and went looking for trouble. Bumping into Marvin on the stairs simply reinforced my stupid assumption; when really, Laura had never asked him up at all.

So when there came a knock on her door, she thought it was me.

Unfortunately, by that time I was already down the stairs, heading for the beer garden. And when she opened the door dressed in her sexy little nightie, excited that I’d caught on to her little game, she found Marvin, who leered at her and pushed her inside.

Knowing Marvin and his ego, finding Laura already dressed for sex probably didn’t faze him in the least. He sat his basket on the little table by the door and gave her basically the same crap about wanting to paint her that he’d given me on the stairs. She tried to get him to leave, but he shut the door and started pouring wine instead.

That was when Laura started to get worried. She tried to tell Marvin that she was a happily married woman. He laughed, and asked why, then, had he just seen me leaving her room, and then, lo and behold, here is happily married Laura dressed up in her lovely nightie?

While Laura stuttered out an unconvincing response, Marv handed her a glass of wine, insisting that she try some. Laura figured she could play along and have one glass, but she told Marvin that was all, that he would have to leave right after.

She remembered him saying cheers, and he downed his wine while she took a small sip. He asked if she liked it and she smiled, taking another sip to humor him.

A little small talk, another smile, another sip of wine. A few moments later the room started to spin, and suddenly Marvin was standing next to her, rubbing her back, asking if she was all right.

And then he grabbed Laura by the arm with one hand and wrapped his other hand in her hair, tipping her head back and forcing her to drink.

Laura choked and spit, swallowing a huge mouthful, then she dropped the glass, spilling the rest of her wine, and stumbled backwards. She fell, half landing on the bed, groping for support. Her vision blurred and she blinked, trying to clear it.

She heard Marvin laughing, telling her how beautiful she looked in her teddy, asking if she’d worn it just for him. She felt his hands run over her body as he bent over, trying to kiss her, his hands groping at her breasts and pulling at the snaps on the crotch of her teddy, touching her.

She fought him, kicking and scratching, until he slapped her, snapping her head back into the mattress. She groaned and Marv stood over her, unbuckling his pants. When they dropped down to his knees, Laura kicked him in the groin as hard as she could.

Her aim was off, but Marv still collapsed on top of her, moaning and nursing his bruised ego. Laura squirmed out from underneath him and rolled off the bed onto the floor.

Then whatever Marv had drugged the wine with kicked in with a vengeance.

Groping for support, her vision blurring, Laura used the small table next to the bed to help pull herself upright. She had enough presence of mind to grab the spare card key to my room, and managed to open her door and stagger down the steps. She could hear Marv muttering obscenities through his teeth as he shuffled painfully after her.

She jammed the card key in the lock and fell through my door just as Marv reached her. He tried to push through, reaching for her, but Laura kicked the door shut as hard as she could, smacking it off of Marv’s face and stunning him enough to make him howl in pain and stagger backwards.

The door bounced back and she kicked it again, slamming it shut. The door locked automatically. Laura could hear Marv banging at the door, swearing at her.

And then she blacked out.

Hours later she came to on my floor, feeling ill. She crawled into the bathroom and threw up. After a fit of dry-heaves, Laura wobbled back to my bed, eased under the covers and passed out again until she heard me farting around outside.

Still woozy from the drugged wine, for a second she thought Marvin was still trying to get in, and she panicked, bursting into tears. Then I opened the door.

And here we are, full circle.

As she told me her story, Laura clung to me, sobbing. She wouldn’t let me go find Marvin, and frantically pulled me back to the bed when I picked up the phone to call the police. She begged me not to tell anyone what happened.

She no longer looked frightened, or even angry, but when I found myself staring into Laura’s soft, blue eyes, something dark and ugly rose up inside me. Bloody visions of Marvin swam in a cloudy haze through my mind.

Maybe she could see it in my face.

Maybe I muttered something about killing the son of a bitch.

Something made Laura press her soft, sweet body against me, and ask me to stay and simply hold her.

I promised, and I stayed. Eventually, Laura fell asleep, curled against me with her head pillowed in my lap. I stroked her hair and tried to make soothing noises.

When she relaxed and her breathing slowed, I closed my eyes. The dark thing in me bubbled back up to the surface.

And I set it free.

While she slept, Laura cocooned herself tightly against me, her leg nestled in-between mine, her head pillowed gently on my chest. Her warm breath tickled my chin. I must’ve dozed off too, because the next thing I knew the clock on the nightstand said it was past noon and I was blinking sleep from my eyes.

I had a blistering headache. It took a few moments to register what had happened the night before. Something tickled my chest, and when I could clearly, I found Laura smiling up at me, tracing patterns on my chest with a finger.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi yourself."

"You okay?"

I blinked again. "Am I okay?"

She nodded, snuggled closer and softly touched my face.

"You scared me a little, before we fell asleep." Her corners of her eyes crinkled with concern. "And you look like you didn’t sleep."

"I’m fine. Just a…headache. It’ll go away." I toyed with a lock of her hair. It curled around my finger, soft and smooth. "I’m more worried about you right now."

"You know," she gave me a tentative smile. "Right now, I feel okay."

"You’re sure?"

She nodded and touched my lips.

"Really."

Laura shifted her body, rolled half on top of me, and gave me a steamy look that made my toes curl. Something made me think of her husband and their kids, and what had happened this weekend, and suddenly felt...uncomfortable.

For a second, I wondered again what was happening to me, where my conscience had gone. I cleared my throat.

"Laura, we don’t have to..."

"Matt. Shh. Be quiet, okay?"

Her finger touching my lips, I nodded, and she straddled me. The warmth from between her legs burned through my clothes to my skin. Laura smoothed my hair with her hands and smiled gently down at me, her hips riding me in a slow circle.

"Laura…"

Instead of answering, she tugged off my shirt, then scooted down and pulled at my pants. I wiggled out of them while she was slipping off my underwear.

"Oh," she whispered.

Then she closed her eyes and kissed me, and for a time nothing else mattered.

***

Marvin woke suddenly to a loud pounding, and angry, shouting voices.

He was groggy and dizzy, with ripping headache and a vile taste in his mouth, like steak gone rancid. He blinked hard and looked around himself through grit-crusted eyes, wondering where he was. The last thing he remembered was loading up his car and checking out of the hotel in a rush.

He remembered thinking that he needed to be long gone before that big-tittie bitch Laura woke up.

He knew he’d made a mistake. Maybe a bad one.

Once the bitch told Matt what happened, Marvin figured there’d be hell to pay. He’d learned long ago that if one of a romantic evening went bad, it was better to make himself scarce than to push his luck and get caught with a finger in the cookie jar.

So to speak.

Marvin groaned weakly and spit. He felt sick to his stomach, and wondered if he might have accidentally drank some of the wine he’d drugged for Laura, and passed out in his hotel room.

He coughed and shook his head; no, that couldn’t be right. He remembered getting in his car and driving, songs playing on the radio, freeway traffic. The light, jittery feeling in the pit of his gut he always got after a narrow escape.

So where was he? What the hell happened?

He remembered...a...a thing, transparent like a night fog, raising up outside his convertible and moving towards him. There had been a brief chill, and then a sharp pain at the back of his skull, like an intrusion into his mind. He remembered the roadlights dimming, the honking of other vehicles as he swerved across lanes of traffic.

He’d felt something take control of him. Something obscenely dark, and ugly, and alive; but it danced just around the edge of his memories, tickling at his thoughts and then quickly faded away.

Marv shook his head, trying to clear it. Pain like razor blades ripped through his temples and he vomited onto the floor, a stinking, bloody mass.

"Sh...shit," he mumbled.

Marv pushed himself up into a crouch, swatting at big, black flies lethargically buzzing around his face, and he spit again. He wiped a long sliver of pink saliva from his chin with the back of a blood-spattered hand.

"What the…hell...?"

He stared down at a large butcher knife; clotted to the hilt with drying gore and clutched in his nerveless fingers. Marvin shouted wordlessly and clambered quickly to his feet. He froze, gasping and staring mutely at the carnage lying around him.

He stood naked in the middle of a small room. Three mutilated female bodies, covered with gore and bloated flies, stared vacantly back at his blood-slimed body.

"Oh-my-God," he whispered.

The bungalow door crashed open, and Marvin spun in a circle as riot-gear clad police officers spilled into the small room, their weapons drawn and aiming at his chest.

"Police! Drop your weapon! Drop the knife! Drop it, Goddamit!"

The knife fell, spinning slowly to the floor.

Seconds later, the police swarmed over Marvin Caruthers like the flies feasting in the noon heat.

Enter: Jessica

"Damien!" I shouted "Damien, Where are you?" "Damien?"

I couldn't find him anywhere. I started looking around the house. "Damien!"

The door to the basement slammed. "Over here sis." He said. "Do you want to want to watch a movie with me?" "Sure," I said, "There's nothing to do around here anyways." "Oh don't worry," He said, "There will be..." I wondered what he meant and dismissed the thought.

He closed the shudders, "For the glare" He said. And clicked on the TV. I gasped. There, on TV, was a woman naked in a hanging harness. And someone was stroking his monster cock. It was huge! It must have been 2.5" wide, and 10" long! The girl who was in the harness started crying when she saw it. He sat in the specially designed chair underneath the harness, and put his monster cock in her shaved pussy, and she started screaming, then she started moaning he pumped his prick in and out of her... "No, Please stop!" She moaned "Shut it, Whore!" he snapped, "I'll do with you what I please!" After she moaned in pain again, he revealed his face for the first time. I gasped. He looked like... "DAMIEN..."

Damien turned off the TV and grabbed me. "That movie I made is called Rape Me Senseless." He said. "I hope you liked it, because it's going to be you in a second..."

He tied me up and gagged me. Then cut off my clothes, and carried me to the basement. There, I saw the harness from the movie, and all the dildos and even the fucking machine. He put me in the harness and I didn't struggle, I knew it'd only make it hurt more. When he was done, he took off his clothes, and when I saw his cock I started crying too.

He walked over to the camera, adjusted it, flipped a switch, and walked over to me. He blindfolded me and I started whimpering. I had no idea what was going to happen next...

Then I felt it, it was in me, I started screaming. It took me a minute to register what it was then I realized it was his monster cock. It hurt so much but it felt sooooo good! I hated myself for loving it so much, I blushed. He must have noticed because he started talking. "Yeah, you like it don't you?" He said "Well it gets even better." He started pumping, in just a few inches and started pulling it out, I didn't want him to, I was loving this so much. He put it back in, only about 2 inches and started pulling out, in and out, in and out. But only 2" at a time.

I realized what he was doing, he was teasing me, making me want it more. At this point I would have done anything for more. "You will be my slave." He said, "Every time I want to fuck you I will. You will do what ever I want you to." It was like he was hypnotizing me. "What about mom and dad?" I asked. "What about them?" he said. And with that I was hooked. "You are my sex slave. You are to call me master whenever I talk to you, but only when I want to fuck you. If you disobey me I will punish you." He said. I was hypnotized. "Yes master."

He started pumping, all the way in and almost all the way out. Every time, rubbing my G-spot. Slow at first but then he picked up speed, and went faster and faster, it felt sooooooo good, he went even faster. I started moaning, I couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Faster, harder, deeeeeeper!" I moaned. He listened. He was so deep in me I started moaning with pure pleasure. "That's right, fuck me harder!" I moaned. He rubbed against my G-spot again. "I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuming!!!" I moaned. This is when I realized I was having an orgasm. He grunted, and in a minute I knew why. He stopped. I could feel it all steamy and warm. And so much of it! After about 5 minutes it stopped he was all out of cum.

He pulled out of me and unhooked the harness. Then he untied the blindfold. "Clean my cock, Slave!" I did as I was told. As I was finishing he came in my mouth. I was about to spit it out. "No. Swallow it, slave.” he said. I did. "Show Me," he said. I opened my mouth to show there was none left, when she shoved his cock in my mouth. "Suck it.” he said. I did.

"That's all for today slave." He said. Go shower and rest. Tomorrow we begin again.

Stay tuned for Pt. 2 in my series...

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(2 be continued)

 I climbed up into the cab, Jeff was right behind me. I feel his hand on my ass lightly cupping it. Then he roughly squeezed my ass threw my jean shorts.

I needed the ride so I said nothing. I started to climb over to the passenger’s seat. Jeff’s hand on my calf stopped me. His hand was rubbing my smooth leg from knee up. I closed my legs together.

“Wait a minute missy, this ride ain’t free.” I looked back at Jeff, I was afraid of this. “What are we talking about?”

“Polish my knob, in back” He pointed towards the sleeper. When he asked for the blowjob my eyes automatically went to his crotch and I could see the outline of his hard cock. It looked to be above average in size.

 I had a feeling earlier when I said yes to Jeff that it was going to come to this. Quick blowjob, and then I get the ride. “O.K” I agreed and started moving into the sleeper.

It was a full sized bed behind a leather drape. Jeff got in the truck, I heard the door lock. He moved towards the sleeper.

It was cramped once Jeff moved into the sleeper. The drape closed behind Jeff and it was pitch dark.

I heard him moving, I thought to turn on a light. He hand grabbed my wrist. “Hey” I yelped, I started to pull away, but he held firm. He pulled my arm up and back, I felt him binding my wrist. I started hitting him with my one free hand. With my first arm immobile, he grabbed my flaying arm and quickly tied that one up and back.

He was sitting on my legs so I couldn’t get a good kick, I squirmed back and forth.

“What the fucking are you doing? Untie me you bastard!” I felt a ball at my lips.

“Open” It was the first thing he had said to me. I kept my mouth tightly closed.

Then I felt pain. He was squeezing my right breast. Twisting it round.

“Owwww” I howled in pain. Jeff forced the ball-gag into my mouth and snapped it tight in place.

Now Jeff turned a light on to see his handy work. My arms forced open, my chest pulled up.

I was starting to tire out. I couldn’t get my legs up. Jeff was too heavy sitting on them.
Jeff was just watching my struggle. I could tell he was getting off on it from the bulge in his pants. He kept rubbing at the bulge in his pants; it seemed to get bigger, running down his leg.

I couldn’t make a sound with the ball in my mouth; drool was starting to run down the corners of my mouth.

Jeff had had enough of watching. At one point when I was struggling and my back arched, my breasts straining against the buttons. Jeff reached forward and started fondling my tits. He squeezed them, grabbing them with his entire hand then moving down to the nipple. Just pulling at it making it hard, my nipples ached from abuse.

His hands violently ripped my shirt open. Buttons flew off everywhere. He started his fondling again. I was wearing a pink lacey bra that was almost sheer and you could see that my nipples were rock hard.

I was so scared. I knew he was going to rape me. My body was just reacting.

Jeff was breathing hard.

He looked into my eyes. He had an expression of complete lust; there was no stopping him now.

His hands grabbed the sheer fabric of my bra and just pulled. Like peeling an orange, he ripped the lace and pulled it away. The under wire and the straps stayed in place. It gave my breasts the appearance that they too, were tied up. Jeff took just my nipples between his thumb and finger and started rolling, twisting again. I bit into the ball gag, screaming at the pain that was shooting threw my body.”

He rubbed the bulge in his pants against me as it continued to get more pronounced.

He moved up so he was sitting on my pelvic region. He moved slowly up and down on my body, like a paintbrush going up a white picket fence.

His hands never stopping their assault on my nipples, he was digging his nails under the pebble hard nipple.

I tried one last time to struggle get my hands free, my arms were going numb. The straps at my wrists digging into my skin. It hurt but nothing compared to Jeff trying to rip my nipples off.

Then he stopped.

I looked up, his hands moved down to my waistline. He was going for my shorts.

He roughly unbuttoned them, and yanked them down my legs. I tried to kick, but he held my ankles and pulled the shorts completely off. I was wearing high cut pink lace panties. He stopped and smiled at me. The pause was brief his hands went to my thighs, forcing my legs open. The lace covering my private area slid over to the side allowing Jeff a direct view into my pussy.

Jeff dropped his face into my pussy. I felt his tongue dive into my pussy. He jammed his tongue into me. His hands kept my legs pushed wide apart.

Following my body as I arched, he drove his tongue deeper into me. I tried to move away.

With one finger Jeff pulled the lace completely to the side so he could get better access to my hole.

He tried to rip the lace, but this was stronger fabric then the bra. It didn’t rip. Jeff reached into his pants’ pocket

Which wasn’t easy with the rock hard rod he had, he pulled out a pocketknife. I held my breath when I saw the knife. I stopped moving.
He cut the two sides of my lace panties, right then left. He roughly pulled the fabric aside.

As he closed the knife he look down at me. Arms tied up, gagged. Nearly naked, I was breathing hard and crying. Tears and drool running down my face.

Jeff unbuttoned his pants.

“You look so beautiful, so ready to fuck.”

 He slid his pants down, his boxer shorts coming off at the same time.

He left his t-shirt on. He hovered over my body naked from the waist down. His cock rock hard pointed at me. Massive amounts of pre-cum dripped off the tip onto my belly. He was so turned on.

He hands went back to my thighs pushing them as far apart as they could go, then his knees moved into place to keep me spread open for him.

He lower his cock towards my pussy. I was begging him to stop threw my gag, it came out little more then a moan.

The mushroom head of his cock was rubbing my clit. Then I felt it slide over my hole.

Jeff took a breath, then pushed his hard cock into me. It was huge. I felt like I was being split apart.

Then he started thrusting hard. In and out, fast.

He was pushing me back with every push. My legs going up further. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and pulled me to him, getting a better grip so he could slam my cunt harder. I don’t know if I was wet, or it was his pre-cum but his cock was sliding in and out easily.

He was groaning and breathing hard. He kept saying “ take it harder slut”

He was pounding me with no mercy, my pussy ached from being stretched and abused. I groaned threw my gag, the torment was endless. Every part of me was in pain.

“Oh I’m cumming, take it you bitch, take my cum”

He pulled me in tight and then stopped his thrusting as he shot his load deep in me.

He was howling and groaning, obviously enjoying himself.

He pulled out of me.

“good, so good…glad I found you” is all he said, Jeff grabbed his pants, pulling them on. I thought he was going to untie me.

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My relationships didn’t work
out so well, as I got bored after the first few weeks. Anyways here’s my story
about Emma.

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I was staying at a first
class resort on the Ski Mountains. After a long day of skiing I would retreat to one of
the many sauna’s the hotel offered. This place was huge, and was divided into
many parts offering all types of accommodation. I had been skiing for 5 hrs
straight and went to one of the smaller spa area’s, to avoid crowds.

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This is where I first saw
her. As I entered the room, the temperature was much hotter in here as of
account from spa and the sauna room off to the side. The room was covered in
stylish tiling and held many chairs for people to sit on, around the spa.

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There was a few people lazing
around on these, which I didn’t take much attention to, and I sat down on one
of the chairs. I started taking in the room, it wasn’t too large, and was
fairly hidden away thus why not many people were here. I counted three people,
a smoking hot blonde although maybe 30, her daughter, maybe 13, very hot too,
and had a very bouncy slim body.

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I guess I was starting to get
old, being 26, my taste for older women was slightly growing although I was
still extremely attracted to younger teenagers, and would find myself hooking
up with a few drunk 16 year olds after parties, I wasn’t taking advantage of
them, they chose me.

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Then entered Emma, I didn’t
know her name yet but I didn’t need to. She came from the sauna room, she was
fairly young, younger than any girls I’ve been with, maybe 14 or so. She was
wearing small light blue bikini’s, although flat chested.

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Her bikini bottoms were
wrapped so tight around her which showed off her perfect round ass. Her short
brown hair draped along with the rest of her body in sweat, as result of the
sauna. She was absolutely stunning.

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She went over and joined the
mother and daughter, obviously being the other daughter. I kept my cool, and
sat down on the wooden chair and relaxed, although I couldn’t get that ass off
my mind. I stole any chance at looking at her, although cautious of the others
seeing me.

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Soon enough a chance proposed
itself, the mother and daughter, names inwhich I do not know, called to emma
saying they would meet her back at the room. Emma nodded and then sat back down
in her chair. The two left and Emma continued sitting there, in a laid down
position on the opposite side of the spa. Her legs were in the right position,
with her head down non able to spot me, allowing me full view of her bikini
bottoms.

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Still wet, I could just make
out the outline of her small pre-teen cunt. Instantly I had a huge hard on. I
had to get out of here. I silently went to the sauna, and looking back to see
if she noticed me. I went in and tightly shut the door. The room was wooden and
soaring with heat. It was fairly small, only able to hold maybe 3 or 4 people
at once. In the corner were a few utensils used to clean the pool. A few large
poles, strings and ropes and a small cupboard full of detergents and items.

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I took off my shirt and
chucked it into the corner and sat there in my shorts. 20 minutes had passed
when god blessed me. The door opened and inside came Emma. She looked surprised
when she saw me but then came straight in sat down. I pretended not to notice
her.

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She laid down in the same
position as she did before, allowing me to see her long skinny legs leading to
her small bikini. My hard on came back. I couldn’t sit here and watch her, I
had to have her, I had to fuck her.

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I had never felt this way
before, about anyone. I picked up a rope and pretended to move to the door, she
looked up at noise of movement that I made. “Bye” she said. “Bye” I replied and
grinned at her. She stood up and turned around to lay down in a more
comfortable position and I took the opportunity. She laid down with her head
facing to the wall. I made sure the door was shut and then I pounced…

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I grabber her arms roughly
and pinned her down. She let out a surprisedÂ
yelp and tried to buck me off, but I pinned her down again with my knee.
She looked up half surprised half fearful as if to say what are you doing? I
tied her arms around tight, and she came to reality. “Help! Someone’s hurting
me!” she cried out. “No-one can hear you doll, your mine now” I replied, almost
in a nice way.

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She continued bucking this
time getting restless and trying to kick me. I tied the end of the rope around
her legs, leaving her unable to move on the ground. Tears started rolling down
her cheeks, those soft blushed cheeks. I was already heavily sweating, mainly
from the temperature from the sauna.

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She screamed out once again.
I quickly seized another rope and tied it around the back of her head and put
the excess in her mouth, then tied around it again stopping her spitting it
out. She let out more muffled screams, and rolled around on the floor. Her skin
dazzled in the low light and sweat dripped from every inch of her body. Without
wasting much time, I picked her up and layed her downwards, so I could get
access to her ass. I lent over her and kissed her cheek, it was as soft as I
imagined it to be. Her skin was wonderfully hot. I took in the sweet scent of
her, cross between her sweat. It was all so good. I rubbed my hands on her
back, in a massage kind of way. Slowly lowering them to her bikini top, I
started untying them then she let out another muffled yelp and tried rolling
around again. I easily pinned her down, but I didn’t want to hurt her. I
successfully untied the knot, and then flipper her up so she was facing me.

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Her face was completely
blushed and I bend down and kissed her softly on her lips, surprisingly she
didn’t offer any resistance. I continued kissing her for a few minutes, then
made my way down. I kissed her neck, and then her chest. I removed the top
revealing two small breasts, nothing larger then a handful. I groped them,
feeling the smooth and softness of her skin. Once again no resistance.

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I moved my mouth over her
small puffs for breasts and licked them softly then kissed and pinched them all
over, she moved uncomfortably but I continued. I moved my hands down to her
bottoms and removed them down to her ankles were they got caught on the rope.

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Her pussy was unbelievable.
It was completely bare, no hair at all, with small pink lips just waiting for
me. I was memorized and drew my full attention to them. I knelt down and began
slowly licking around her tight cunt. She bucked harshly knocking my head back
a bit. I grabbed her up again and held her tightly against the chair. I wasted
no time this round, I dove straight in poking my tongue round and trying to get
in her hole. I had very little success as she was so god damn tight. I licked
my finger and pushed it up against her wet cunt. I slowly slid it in, although
which much effort as her lips rapped tightly around my finger. I soon came to
her hymen then pulled my finger out. I held her down and with no remorse this
time dove straight in and ripped through her hymen with my middle finger, it
plunged down to the knuckle and I pulled it out again. She bucked madly,
sobbing and tried moving away. I put my knee against her stomach and painfully
held her down.

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Small rivers of blood were
trickling from her small bruised cunt, I didn’t notice much though. With my
knee still applied on her I pushed two then three fingers into her, slowly at
first and then I picked up a pace. She began to sweat madly as along with me,
and even under the rope I heard her breathing madly. She orgasmed quickly covering
my hand in liquid. My cock was so damn hard.

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I flipped her over, and moved
her into a position were her ass was pointing up at me. Her ass was so god damn
tight! Two perfectly shaped round cheeks then with a small brown and pink dot
in the middle. Using the puccy juices as lubricant I penetrated her ass with my
middle finger. I pushed and pushed until my knuckle was deep in her asshole.
After doing this over and over she didn’t seem to loosen one bit. I left her
there for a second and went to the small ccupboard where the spa utensils were.

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Inside was a few bottles,
labeled chlorine checkers and others. I searched through until I found one for
cleaning the utensils. The detergent liquid would provide great lubricant. I
squirted a drop onto my index finger and rubbed it around her asshole. I then
applied more and rubbed it all over her ass and some onto her back, I couldn’t
get over the warm feeling of her skin. I poured some back onto my fingers and
lowered them to her asshole again.

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With all my might I pushed
two fingers deep into her ass. She was crying hard by now, but not moving which
made it much easier. I pulled my fingers out then quickly inserted them again
this time getting them both right to the knuckle, I continued until she was
loose enough for me to fuck her ass.

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I didn’t waste any time, I
pulled my shorts off revealing my 6” hard cock. I poured a great deal of
detergent on then got into a position where I was leaning on her back and could
easily access her ass. I lined up the monster, and pushed while holder her
around the stomach tight. I pushed and pushed, and pushed. Finally my cock
started sinking into her, slowly. FUCK SHE WAS TIGHT!!!!

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Her ass was literally
strangling my cock as I continued getting deeper into her. When my cock had
disappeared into her tiny asshole ( not so tiny any more ) I pulled it back out
and then thrust it back in. It was the fucking best feeling ever! Her ass felt
like lava around my cock and I nearly unloaded there, but had to control
myself. I pushed deeper and deeper. Nearly my whole cocked had been sucked up.
I got into a smooth rhythm and which each thrust made her nearly scream out.
This turned me on a lot also. Water from either sweat or tears, probably both,
covered the chair. I drove in for the last time inside that small tiny ass and
unloaded the biggest explosion of cum I have ever had into her ass. I pulled my
cock which was turning limp and laid down regaining my breathe next to her. She
was sobbing heavily but held the same position.

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I looked over to her and
passionately kissed her on the lips. I turned and looked at the damage I had
caused on her ass. It was battered and bruised now, with a large opening, and
pouring out was my semen. I put my finger in her ass again, which was easy this
time, and collected as much semen as I could on my finger, then leaned over to
her again. I kissed her on the cheek and then put my finger up to her mouth.

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I’m not sure she knew what I
wanted to do, so I helped her out. I grabbed her jaw and with my finger jabbed
it into her mouth, moving it around so she got the full flavor of her ass and
my fluids. “Taste’s good hey?” I said to her smiling”. She didn’t reply. I
picked up one of her arms and moved myself beneath her, placing my head under
hers and her arms next to my shoulders. I pulled her down until her puccy was
lined with my cock. I squirted a large amount of detergent on my member which
was starting to get erected again and this time I didn’t bother stretching her.

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I pulled her down and using
her weight forced her cunt to swallow up my cock. At first this didn’t work as
she pushed up but then slipped a bit and fell down, which helped a lot but
crushed me a little as my cock went right up and hit her vaginal wall. The
tightness was just as good as her ass. She let out a large cry as I pulled out
again, and blood started coming out more rapidly from her cunt then before. I
didn’t mind, I pushed her up and then pulled her down again, she soon began
doing it herself along with minor help from me, she probably didn’t like my
tight grip.

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As I slid in and out the
feeling was unbelievably good, the ex-virgin pussy sucked me up with such
tremendous tightness it was just indescribable. I started kissing her lips, and
she slightly kissed me back and we were caught in the best sweaty, hot sex of
my life. Her nipples were rubbing against mine as she came up and down which
made both ours harder.

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Soon enough she orgasmed and
I soon followed. We both lay there on top of each other. Sharing our sweat and
she lightly wrapped her hands around me. I looked up at her face, mixed with
pleasure and pain, tears still leaking from her eyes, she met my eyes. I
wrapped my hands around her back and pulled her down and we rested there for
quite a while.

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 I came to reality soon, she was in a light
slumber, I carefully moved her comfortably onto the seat. There was foot
steppes outside and I froze with fear. I heard a small voice calling “Emma,
where are you?” from the spa area. I opened the door revealing a crack, in the
spa was Emma’s little sister, alone. I threw my shorts on quickly and opened
the door and went out. Carefully shutting it again. “Emma’s in the sauna” I
said to the girl. She turned around and beamed at me, “Thankyou mister” she
said and went off towards the sauna. Like I planned, I crept behind her and
waited for her to enter, there I could trap her the same was as Emma. Taking one
last glance around I followed her in….

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            It was an average day during the summer before my senior year of high school.  The guys got together over at my house for some intense shooter game contest.  My parents had left for their anniversary vacation about two hours before. 

           The guys wore pumped about this because that meant party at Alex’s for a couple of days.  Alex would be me.  I am the future captain of our soccer team this coming January.  All the guys are on the team, so we are all in great physical shape.  When I say the guys I mean about 6 guys including me.  Their names are Jimmy, Nathan, Thomas, Rodrigo, Korey, and I. 

            Jimmy was the smallest out of all of us, but he is our leading scorer.  He was what girls called cute, which meant not interested in your looks.   He was built like a stump, short, hard, and tough. 

           Nathan was the rugged handsome hick of our group, and knew it.  He had slept with more girls in our school than any of us.  Nathan was about 6 feet tall.  

          Thomas and Rodrigo I won’t bother mentioning because they leave before my tale gets interesting.

          Korey is just a tad shorter that Nathan, and is a bit of a prude. 

          I am 6’3”, devilishly great looking, rock hard body, and eyes that can cut your spirit or melt your heart.  Enough about us let me get to the point.

          This revolved around a girl who knew she was gorgeous, flaunted it, and gave you none of what she had to offer.  In other words, she was a huge cock tease.  Her name was Ashley, and she was my girlfriend.  I have been trying to get into her pants since the day we meet, but to no avail I had only gotten to first base. 

          Ashley was 5’4”, had long flowing red hair, a models face, piercing emerald eyes, slender button nose, rosé cheeks, plump ruby red lips, cute little elf like ears, slim neck, small body size, later confirmed 34 C perky tits, perfect tone for a girls belly, slender waist, nice proportional hips, a juicy heart shaped ass, smooth silk legs, and a pretty feet that are small. 

My tale begins at about 10 AM.

“Yo Alex!” shouted Korey from the play room.  I was in the kitchen getting some snacks and drinks.

“Yeah?”  I asked shouting.

“Let’s raid the liquor cabinet!?”

“Not tonight, I need to confirm that my parents actually went to where they were going.”

“Come on man?”  Korey asked pleadingly.

“Look Korey, I can’t do any of that until I know that they are truly gone.”

“Alright, then how about tomorrow evening?”

“Tomorrow is more likely.”  I finally got everything together and went in for my turn.  As I entered the room I was mauled by 5 hungry and thirsty guys.  “Her you go guys, I said sarcastically.”  I received thanks from all of them.

“Hey Alex, how about you call that sweet ass girlfriend of yours over for some good eye candy for me?” asked Nathan.

“You fucking pervert, but I’m up for it.  How about I get her to bring over Stacy and Carolyn?”

“Hell Yeah,” came a cheer from the group.  I called Ashley and told her to bring Stacy and Carolyn so she isn’t the only girl.  It would take them about an hour to get ready and come over. 

            When Ren awoke the next morning she was surprised to find she was well rested. She sat up and drew in a deep breath. Her stomach rumbled when she recognized the smells of eggs, bacon and sausage. She climbed from the bed and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. She slipped the shirt back on when she climbed from the shower then toweled her hair dry. When she opened the bedroom door the smells of breakfast assaulted her, making her hurry toward the dining room. She slid to a stop when she saw several covered trays sitting along a buffet and a lone plate on the table. Michael was nowhere in sight.

            She was surprised at the hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach when she realized he wouldn’t be joining her for breakfast. She picked up the plate and dished food onto it. Suddenly, she wasn’t so hungry anymore. Sitting down at the table she realized she hadn’t gotten anything to drink. She got up and headed for the kitchen. Even though there was a pot of coffee sitting on the buffet she wanted something cold. Perhaps there would be juice in the refrigerator. She found a glass and some orange juice then returned to her lonely meal. Eating in silence she quickly finished her meal, gathered her dishes and carried them to the kitchen. She was rinsing them when Michael found her.

            “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” he asked as he put a coffee cup into the dishwasher.

            “Yes, actually.”

            “Good.”

            “Michael,” she called to him when he turned to leave. He stopped and turned back to her. “I’m sorry about last night. I was nasty and then I over reacted. I’m sorry.”

            He tilted his head to the side as he stared at her.

            “I think we both were tired and over reacted. I apologize. Perhaps today will be better.” He turned and started through the door again then stopped and said over his shoulder, “I’ve asked Amy to bring up some clothes for you.”

            “Thank you,” she whispered.

            He disappeared before she could say anything else.

            She wandered through the suite and ended up in the living room. Glancing through the CDs stacked neatly next to the stereo she chose one and inserted it. Music softly filtered through the speakers as she again wandered around the room. She stopped in front of a large bookcase and stared at the titles. The range surprised her. He had everything from the classics to contemporary mysteries. There were also several biographies and autobiographies and what looked like educational, true-account type books.

            “Feel free to read any you’d like,” he said.

            She jumped at the sound of his voice. She hadn’t heard his approach and didn’t know he was in the room. Slowly, she turned to face him.

            “Thank you.” She felt emboldened by his smile. “Are you finished working or just taking a break?”

            “Actually, Amy’s on her way up. I came out to meet her.”

            “Oh. Should I…?” she motioned toward the hallway awkwardly.

            “No. You don’t need to hide.” He smiled again. “She’s bringing clothes for you. I’ll meet with her after that.”

            “Oh.” She turned back to the bookshelves to hide her embarrassment from him.

            She flinched when she heard a soft knock at the door. Michael opened it and invited a woman in. Ren recognized the voice from the previous day. She was the young woman who’d tried to comfort her then, when that didn’t work, had brought Michael into the room where they had chained Ren to the wall.

            “Ren?”

            She turned when she realized Michael was talking to her.

            “I’m sorry?”

            “Do you want to put these away?” Michael asked, motioning to a large box sitting in the floor between him and Amy.

            “Sure.”

            He nodded and picked up the box. He carried it down the hall and put it in the room she was using then headed for his office, followed closely by Amy. Ren went into the bedroom to sort through the clothes while Michael met with his assistant.

            “Is there anything going on that I need to be aware of?” Michael asked as he closed the door to the office.

            He retreated to the chair behind the desk while Amy took her normal seat in front of the desk.

            “No, you’re up to date on everything.” She handed a bright yellow folder across the desk to him. “Burke asked me to bring this up to you. He said you asked him to do some checking.”

            Michael took the folder and flipped it open, staring at it anxiously.

            “Thanks,” he mumbled.

            Amy waited in silence as he flipped through the file.

            “Damn it! Carl’s an idiot!” He closed the file and slammed it down on the desktop, glaring across at Amy. “He’s never to do background on anyone again – ever. Understand?”

            “Yes, sir.”

            Michael got to his feet and started to pace around the office. He stuffed his hands in his pants pockets and paced for a few minutes then removed his hands and let them fall to his sides. He continued pacing. Finally, he returned to the desk and sank into the chair.

            “She was raped,” he said quietly.

            “Ren?”

            Michael nodded.

            “Oh my God,” Amy whispered.

            “Not even a month ago. And that idiot missed it.

            “But that means she’s…”

            Michael nodded, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against his chair. “Damaged goods,” he said softly.

            “I’m sorry, Michael,” Amy whispered.

            “It’s not your problem.”

            Amy watched him silently for several minutes before working up her nerve.

            “You knew, didn’t you?” she finally asked.

            He nodded slowly. “I’d guessed as much but I had to be certain. I had no idea how recent though. I knew it couldn’t have been long from her reactions but still…. Damn it.”

            He slammed his fist down onto the desk and leaned forward. He looked up at her through his lashes.

            “Tell Burke to take care of Carl. I can’t have these kinds of stupid mistakes. Anyone doing background should know better.”

            “Yes, sir,” she replied. Then asked hesitantly, “What – what about Ren?”

            “She’s my problem.”

 

            Long after Amy left the suite Michael sat staring at the walls of his office. This was the part of his job he hated most, making this type of decision. What had happened to Ren only weeks ago wasn’t her fault. The fact that his agents had seen her when they were scouting for new acquisitions, had found her so soon after…None of it was her fault and the end result would still be the same. He squeezed his eyes shut and pounded his fist on the desk.

            “Damn it!”

            He got to his feet and stalked around the room. Searching his memory he tried in vain to remember the last time this had happened. He couldn’t remember ever having been in this situation before. Even though he had contingency plans for it he had never really thought he’d have to put one of those plans into play. A timid knock at the door startled him out of his reverie. He stopped pacing and turned a malevolent stare on the closed door. The soft knock finally sounded again. He strode across the office and jerked the door open.

            “I – I’m sorry if I – interrupted something,” Ren stammered softly, avoiding his angry glare.

            “No, no it’s okay.” Michael finally replied, gentling his stern look. “What do you need?”

            “I made dinner. I – I thought you might be hungry.”

            He stared at her in surprise. She had changed into some of the clothes Amy had brought, he noticed. She wore a pair of snug jeans and a bright blue tank top. His light blue shirt still hung from her shoulders over the tank top, buttoned part way up, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. A pair of canvas tennis shoes covered her feet.

            “Sure,” he replied with a nod. He motioned her down the hall as he stepped out of the office, pulling the door closed behind him.

            “I’m not the cook you are.” She offered him a shy, nervous smile over her shoulder. “But I found some soup and stuff in the kitchen so I thought…”

            “Thank you.”

            He felt stupid for forgetting to fix a meal. When he was busy working he often didn’t get hungry and would forget to eat until late. He wasn’t used to having guests. At least she’d been brave enough to help herself to the kitchen, he thought ruefully as he took a seat at the table.

            “I hope you don’t mind…”

            “No, I’m glad you took the initiative.” He smiled at her, laying a napkin over his lap and picking up a spoon. “I apologize for being a poor host.”

            He sipped at the tomato soup she had fixed then lifted a grilled cheese sandwich from the plate next to his bowl and took a bite of it. She watched him as they ate in silence, hoping he wasn’t offended by her meager offering.

            “It’s very good,” he finally said, noticing her watching him.

            “Thank you,” she whispered with a small smile.

            God, this is going to be hard, he thought as he swallowed another bite, forcing it down past a lump in his throat.

            “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t like it,” she said softly, breaking through his thoughts.

            “What?” He blinked, looking at her in confusion.

            “The soup and sandwiches, you don’t have to eat it. I know it’s not what you’re used to.”

            “No, it’s very good. I’m just a little distracted this afternoon. I’m sorry. I’m being rude.”

            He smiled and she felt her heart skip a beat. How did he do it? This man who’d had her kidnapped and stripped naked? How could he make her feel this way? Even though she’d been terrified of him last night he seemed so gentle most of the time. And now, he seemed so…sad.

            “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have interrupted you when you were working. I just thought you might be hungry.”

            She dropped her eyes to her half-empty bowl and reached for another sandwich. She jumped when she felt his hand on her wrist. Her eyes slid up to meet his.

            “Thank you for taking the time to cook for me. I appreciate the effort.”

            “We both need to eat,” she said simply, shrugging her shoulders and pulling her hand away from his touch.

            They finished their meal in silence. Michael helped her clear away the dishes then they both headed back toward the living room.

            “Ren, we need to talk,” Michael said softly.

            Ren sat down on the sofa and looked up at him. He saw the fear in her eyes as he sat down across from her.

            “Does this mean you’ve finally decided what to do with me?” she asked.

            He gave her a small, wan smile. “Not exactly.”

            “I know you can’t just let me go because I know too much and I’ve seen faces. But I also know you’re running a business here. I could be a secretary or something.”

            “Ren –”

            “All businesses need secretaries, right?”

            He dropped his head to stare at the floor. When the silence grew too strained she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a sob.

            “Michael, I don’t want to die,” she whispered.

            He jerked his head up and stared at her with his hazel eyes. They seemed so sad to her.

            “Ren, I promised you I wouldn’t hurt you and I won’t.”

            She stared at him in confusion, trying to fight back tears.

            “I need to ask you about something very personal, something I know you don’t want to discuss.

            “Oh, no,” she whispered so softly he could barely hear her.

            “I need you to tell me about the rape,” he said quietly, with such tenderness she could feel it.

            She shook her head from side to side as she started to withdraw, pulling her feet up on the sofa, drawing her arms around her knees. She laid her forehead against her knees and started to shake.

            “Ren –”

            “No!” Her chest heaved with the effort to hold back the wall of terror. “You’re going to let them do it again, aren’t you?” she finally sobbed.

            “No, Ren.” His voice was so soft and gentle it broke through her fear and drew her eyes up to look at him. She saw the sad regret in face, in his eyes.

            “Then what? Kill me?”

            “No.” He broke his stare and glanced away from her for a moment. “None of this is your fault. I can’t hold the mistakes of my people against you.”

            “So, what?”

            “I haven’t figured that out yet,” he replied softly, honestly.

            They were silent for several minutes. Finally, Ren shifted her position and laid her head atop her knees, staring at Michael.

            “Can I ask you something?” she inquired.

            “Sure.”

            “When you had me brought here, to your suite, what were you plans?”

            He was silent for a long time before he finally answered her.

            “I thought I’d come in and calm you down then take you back downstairs. Or, if my suspicions were correct, I’d have you killed.”

            “You knew?”

            He shook his head. “I suspected.”

            “So why haven’t you killed me yet?”

            “I can’t,” he replied with a shrug.

            “Why?”

            “This…situation isn’t your fault. You didn’t ask to be here, especially after what happened to you.”

            “But you can kill.” It was a statement, not a question.

            “Yes, I can and have.” He nodded. “The man who did the background check on you didn’t do his job. He fucked up. He knew better but he got lazy. I can’t have those kinds of problems in this business so he’s been eliminated.”

            “Eliminated,” she repeated. “Is that what you call it?”

            He shrugged. “It’s a word, like any other.”

            “God, you’re a cold bastard.”

            “In my world, I have to be.”

            “So what about me?”

            “Yes, what about you?”

            “I can’t ever leave can I?”

            He slowly shook his head from side to side. “I’m afraid not, Ren. Like it or not, we’re inexorably linked now.”

            He stood and strode across to the wet bar. He mixed a drink for himself and turned expectantly to her. She shook her head at him. He picked up his dringk and returned to his seat.

            “So what do I do with you now? I can’t sell you, I can’t give you as a gift and I can’t just let you go.” He took a sip of his drink. “What do I do?”

            They sat in silence for an interminable several minutes. Finally, Ren broke the tense, quiet.

            “I’ve always worked to pay my own way. I can work for you,” she said softly. When he didn’t answer, she added, “I could be a secretary or something. Or maybe I could clean your apartment for you? I’ve taught English before, maybe I could do something like that?”

            He narrowed his eyes as he stared at her.

“What languages other than Russian and Chinese do you speak?” he asked softly.

“How – Never mind.” She shook head, lowering her eyes to stare at the floor. “Japanese and Spanish. I was trying to learn Arabic but it’s really hard for me for some reason.”

“Why so many languages?”

“I love words and sounds. The different sounds of different languages intrigue me.”

“Would you be interested in doing some interpretation work and perhaps teaching others how to speak the languages you know?”

Her eyes flew up to stare at his face. She studied him in silence trying to discern whether or not he was serious.

“I-I could try,” she finally stammered.

“If you’re still interested in learning Arabic, I’ll see if I can find a tutor to work with you.”

She nodded, unable to speak.

“I’m sorry,” he continued. “But, for now, you’ll still be confined to this suite. When I know I can trust you not to cause trouble, I’ll give you access to a few areas of the rest of the building.”

She frowned but nodded her understanding.

“Michael, I won’t cause you any trouble. I promise I’ll cooperate,” she said softly, staring at him.

He returned her stare as he replied. “I know you’ll try. But I also know it’s human nature to fight against restraints of any kind.”

“I don’t think I would make reservations at this hotel again,” she replied.  “I had asked for a sea view, you know.”

He was not impressed.  He stood up and leaned over his desk at her.  “I had thought you might be a little more cooperative after you had a few hours to think things over.  Perhaps you don’t understand the gravity of your situation?  Was Sasha not clear enough in explaining things to you?  Perhaps we should ask him for another demonstration of his abilities?”

Suzanne started to tremble at the thought of her tormentor touching her again, but she wasn’t going to give up and give them what they wanted.  “I’ll never tell you anything useful,” she said defiantly, and he raised one eyebrow in disbelief.

“Oh yes you will.  We can always use more conventional styles of coercion,” he growled.  “If you won’t cooperate with us being civil.”

“Civil?” Suzanne repeated, a look of disgust on her face.  “Look at me!”

“Nothing that won’t heal in a matter of days,” he replied.  “We can easily change that; start slicing you open and leaving scars.  Removing parts that you would miss…  Sasha would be disappointed with such a messy method, but I’m sure he can be convinced.  If need be.”

Suzanne was shaking.  The pain that she had already suffered had been excruciating, but she had known that they could do a lot worse.  It was only going to be a matter of time before they found some terrible punishment that she just couldn’t handle and she cracked.  And then she would be useless, apart from as Sasha’s plaything; he had said that she belonged to him now.  He’d said a lot of things that had terrified her at the time, but her panicked brain was now clutching to them as proof that perhaps he wouldn’t kill her as soon as they had the information that they wanted.  His plaything.  But if she was a mess, would he even want her for that?

The futility of Suzanne’s predicament was beginning to sink in.  She didn’t want to give up the information that they wanted, but she didn’t want to die.  And even if she did give them what she wanted, she was either going to die or become a slave to the whims of her captors until they were bored with her.  No.  It was no good thinking like this.  She had to think about the present.  She had to survive and be strong and bide her time for a chance to escape.  As long as she didn’t give up, she had a chance.  She squared her jaw and looked at the man sitting smugly in front of her defiantly.

“We all have to do what we feel we must,” she said, and he nodded.  He motioned to the guards who tied her dangling from the ceiling again.  The ropes cut into her already raw skin, but she didn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing her wince.  She had to do what she had to do.

Sasha arrived, walked up to her and took her jaw in his hand.  He was much cleaner than she remembered, and had also made the effort to change into a clean set of clothes.  The effort hadn’t gone as far as shaving, however, so he maintained his rather brutal look.  “Am I going to have to break you?” he said softly, stroking her cheek gently.  He didn’t look like he was looking forward to the idea.  He slid his mouth to her throat and nuzzled gently, and Suzanne’s breathing became erratic.  “Give him what he wants, and I can protect you,” he whispered into her ear. 

“Not good enough,” Suzanne replied.  “I want to go home.”  Sasha’s eyes darkened in anger.  His grip on her jaw became cruel.

“It’s the best you’re going to get!” he growled.  “You’re in no position to make demands.  Maybe you don’t quite understand?  You are mine.  Once he’s done with you, it’s me who decides what happens to you.  Now you can either do as I say, or you can spend the rest of your life being raped by the 200 hungry Bosnian soldiers outside.  And I’ll warn you, they won’t care how much they hurt you as long as your body is still warm.  It’s up to you.”

Suzanne glared at her captor defiantly.  “I hope you rot in hell you evil son of a bitch!” she growled, and spat at him for good measure.  Sasha released his grip on Suzanne’s jaw, throwing her head to the side in disgust.  When she looked back at him, she got a glimpse of something moving towards her face at high speed, and then there was the familiar sickening *crack* of a fist connecting with her face.

This time, Sasha’s boss did not stop him, and the beating continued for an eternity.  When it became apparent that Suzanne was about to pass out, he stopped.  Not out of kindness; he just didn’t want her to miss any of her punishment.  She was weak from hunger and dehydration, and she hoped that he would let her sleep for a while, but he had other plans.  He slapped her until she focused her eyes on him groggily, made sure that she was awake again, and then the beating continued.

Suzanne didn’t think that she could possibly have any tears left, but Sasha managed to make her cry again.  And whimper, and scream.  After a particularly long bout of punishment, Sasha paused as he thought that Suzanne was about to pass out again.  However, she surprised them both by dry heaving violently; her body had nothing to throw up but it made her suffer shuddering pains nonetheless.  He hit her another couple of times, but she was fading in and out of consciousness every few seconds; it was time to stop.

Sasha joined his superior officer and left Suzanne hanging alone while he went for some food and a drink.  It occurred to him that the girl hadn’t eaten or drank anything in over 24 hours, which was probably a good reason for her fainting constantly.  He returned to find the girl still out cold.  He stroked his fingers over her body gently, enjoying the feel of her cool, soft skin.  He was amazed at the delicate texture which was a stark contrast to the hard calluses on his hands.  The smaller bruises on her body were being disguised by the larger ones caused by the latest beating that she had endured, and she still looked beautiful.

Suzanne woke slowly to find rough fingertips stroking over her skin gently.  She tried to pretend that she was still asleep, but her pretence was spoiled when the fingers traced over her nipples and she moaned softly.  Her assailant slid his palms fully against her breasts and squeezed gently, and Suzanne instantly recognised the hands as Sasha’s.  She leaned her head back and relaxed into him, enjoyed the friction that his rough hands were causing. 

Sasha slid one hand up into the girl’s hair and pulled her head upright, then leaned in and kissed her.  She moaned again, arched against him until he slid both hands to her arse and held her against him.  He started to grind against her slowly; he was aching to be inside her straight away, but he wanted her to beg this time.  She broke the kiss and whimpered “Oh god, Sasha!” into his ear, her breathing ragged.  He smiled smugly, slid his middle finger into her mouth and let her suck for a moment until it was slick with her saliva.  He slid it over her clitoris for a couple of seconds, then pressed gently.

Suzanne cried out sharply as Sasha stroked gently, sliding his wet finger inside her very slowly.  The pain inside her had lessened considerably since she woke up and his movements inside her were beginning to feel incredibly good.  She knew that she shouldn’t let him do this, that she should fight or scream or do anything but cooperate, but when he touched her like this it took away the pain from the rest of her body.  And that was worth an awful lot right now.  He continued to stroke until she was squirming desperately, dangerously close to orgasm.  And then he stopped.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered into her ear hoarsely.  Suzanne whined, a pained look on her face, but he wouldn’t touch her.

“Please let me come,” she whispered softly.  He stroked his finger over her clitoris again slowly, but only once.

“Is that all you want?” he asked, and she shook her head.  “Then tell me.  What do you want, baby?”

Suzanne closed her eyes, her cheeks burning in shame.  “I need you inside me,” she whispered, and he stroked her again in encouragement.  She moaned in pleasure.

“You can do better than that,” he whispered, and she sighed shakily.  She knew what he wanted her to say.

“Please fuck me, Sasha,” she whispered.  After another moment, she added: “hard.”  He growled softly at that, slid his tongue back into her mouth and kissed her, his mouth bruising hers brutally.  She arched against him again and opened her mouth eagerly, kissed him back equally violently.  Sasha reached up and released her wrists from the rope again, then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder roughly.

He didn’t speak as he carried her back to the room and locked the door behind them.  He set her back down on her feet and threw her against the wall, pinning her with the weight of his body.  He slid his hand into her hair, holding her so that she had to look him in the eye.

“Tell me again,” he growled, his eyes burning into hers.  Suzanne felt a wave of heated shameful pleasure ripple through her body at the thought of having to repeat herself while looking into his eyes.  She remained silent for several moments, too embarrassed to say what he wanted to hear.

“Fuck me,” she eventually whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear.  Then louder: “Fuck me hard.”  Sasha shuddered in response and pressed his mouth against Suzanne’s ear, giving her some much needed privacy without compromising on the intimacy of their embrace.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled again.  “Do you want to be on top?”

“No,” she replied, and Sasha smiled against her ear.

“You want me on top of you?” he asked softly, and Suzanne had to slide her hands to his shoulders and cling on to stop herself from feeling faint.  “Do you want my weight on top of you, holding you down? Do you want to feel dominated, baby?”

“Oh god,” Suzanne whimpered as Sasha whispered into her ear.  “Oh yes.  Oh please!”

Sasha leaned back slightly and looked into the girl’s eyes again, let her see the look of barely contained desire and violence on his face.  She moaned softly in shock, her eyes darkening in pleasure at her ability to drive him so totally wild.  He grasped her chin viciously as he wiped all traces of desire from his face and replaced it with the cold brutality that had made her so wet when he first touched her.  She gasped, half in fear, and half in anticipation.

Sasha pulled the girl away from the wall and threw her onto the bed, turned away from her as he kicked off his boots.  He turned back towards her as he dropped his knife, his gun and its holster to the floor.  Suzanne was sitting up in the middle of the bed, her hands braced against the mattress, and her legs slightly apart and shaking slightly.  She skittered as far away as possible, pressing her knees together hard as Sasha unzipped his pants and stalked towards her, utterly predatory.

He grabbed her as he got on to the bed, dragged her by the legs until she was back in the middle, then wrestled her thighs apart roughly.  He positioned himself between her legs, moved his underwear out of the way and pressed himself against her opening, pinning her wrists above her head.  She cried out in pain as he thrust into her hard and settled his weight on top of her.  Her heart was beating crazily with fear, but her body betrayed her as her muscles clenched around him and her back arched in orgasm as she moaned with utter wanton abandon.

Sasha groaned in pleasure as he felt the girl’s vaginal muscles contracting around his penis erratically.  He continued to thrust hard inside her, waiting until she had recovered from her orgasm.  When her eyes started to focus on him again, he leaned down and slid his mouth against her ear.

“Did you like that, little girl?” he growled, his voice guttural again in arousal.  He had currently lost the ability to think in English, and had switched back to his own language.  Suzanne had quickly learned to expand her vocabulary of Bosnian smut over the past several hours, and she was able to understand exactly what he was saying as he went on.  “Do you like being held down and fucked by a killer?”  The girl whined in response, arched against him as she whispered “oh yes,” into his ear.

“You moan like a whore,” he whispered, sliding his hand to her arse so that he could pull her against him even harder.  “You’re a beautiful, dirty little slut.  Aren’t you?”

Nobody have ever spoken to Suzanne like this before, and her face was burning in shame.  But her body was burning twice as much as he called her a slut and a whore, and she liked it.  She had never felt so desired in all her life.  “Yes,” she whispered in reply, and he shuddered.

“Say it,” he growled, releasing his grip on her arse so that he could force her to look at him.  “Tell me what a slut you are.”

Suzanne didn’t have a clue how to go about saying this in his language, so she had to resort to English.  “I’m a slut and a whore, and I need you so much!  Oh god Sasha, please don’t stop!”

“Do you want to feel me come inside you?” he asked, his voice hoarse and his head spinning.  His eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure at the thought of the girl calling herself a whore for him.

“Oh god yes!” she groaned.  “But please not yet!”  He smiled intensely.

“You want more?” he growled, sinking his teeth into her throat viciously.  She cried out in pain, the cry turning into a desperate cry “yes!”

“You still need more, little slut?” he asked.  “What does that make you?”

“I’m a total whore for you, Sasha,” she whispered.  “Oh god, please let me come!”

Sasha slid his hand between their bodies and rested just to the side of Suzanne’s clitoris.  She whined desperately and he smiled sadistically.

“You’re mine,” he growled.  “Say it.”  She did as he asked.  “I’m going to fuck you so hard you scream for me like this every night.  Do you understand?”  She did.  “And nobody else is ever going to touch you, do you understand that?”

Suzanne whispered another yes to Sasha’s final question.  She would have said yes to anything.  He slid his thumb on to her clitoris and stroked gently, then harder.  Suzanne went rigid and screamed as she finally exploded into orgasm again.  The contractions were even harder this time and they pushed Sasha over the edge into his own sexual bliss.  He groaned “Oh, fuck!” as he thrust into the girl one final time, shuddering as his orgasm took control of him completely and he collapsed on top of his exhausted, beautiful little captive.

     And that’s when she stepped out of the darkness, directly across my path; a babe who was also out to score.  This woman should have been soaking bare-ass in some hot tub with Brad Pitt, sipping champagne.  She was a rose amongst thorns.  If she’d been copilot, Mohammad Atta would have forsaken Islam and set an alternate course toward the neon lights of Vegas.

     She had long tresses of jet-black hair, as shiny and silky as the feathers of a raven.  Her eyes -- slightly almond-shaped -- were nearly as dark as her hair, her skin alabaster-white in the comparison.  The most perfect of noses with the cutest flare to the nostrils.  And her lips; sensually pouting, like a female Elvis Presley.  She had a dynamite body with a two-second fuse, all shrink-wrapped into a skin-tight leather jumpsuit.  I observed all of this in the time that it took me to gulp, my heart beating faster than Desi Arnaz on the bongos.

     “Hi, sweet cakes,” she purred.  “Care to fool around?”

     “Come on.”

     “Is that spelled c-u-m?”

     “Are you -- uh – serious?”  For once my discretion won out over my dick.  “I -- uh -- I think I’ll take a pass.”

     Suddenly, I felt something hard being pressed against the back of my head.

     “Oh, I’m serious, all right. I’m just as serious as my friend holding that .22 against your noggin.”

     The stirring in my loins disappeared as fast as Jesse Jackson at a Klan meeting.

     “What is this -- a stickup?”

     “I sure hope it sticks up,” she quipped, nodding toward the dark entry of an alley.  “Step into my boudoir, honey-bunny.”

     “Look, I’ll give you all the money that I have.  But, please, don’t take my credit cards.”

     Her expression turned as hard as steel.  “Bloodstains are hell to get out of a five-hundred dollar suit.  The alley, now!  And, believe me; it’s not your money that I want.  It’s your jewels.”  She gave one of the cutest winks I had ever seen.  “And I’m thinking along the lines of the Hope Diamond.”

     We walked down the alley for perhaps a hundred yards and turned a corner.  And, voila, there was her boudoir; a Coleman lantern, an incense burner and an air mattress.

     “Whip off your trousers, honey, and we’ll get this show on the road.”

     “Tell me; were you planning on grabbing the first guy to come along?”

     “Or did I find you unbearably attractive?”

     “Well -- uh -- yeah.”

     “Well, you do have nice eyes.  Now, shuck those pantaloons.”  She looked over my shoulder at her friend.  “What do you think, April; boxers or briefs?”

     “He’s the business type and you know how they are.  If I have to venture a guess, I’d say briefs -- the bikini kind.”

     “I think that you may be right.  Oh, before you pull down your britches, let me see your wallet.  I’d like to know who I’m going to bonk.”

     “See, I knew you wanted my cash.”

     “Shut the fuck up about money!  I’m more interested in taking a gander at your license.”  She snatched the wallet from my hand, located my license and held it closer to the lantern.  “Reginald Earnhardt.  Born on March the fourth, nineteen-seventy-three.  He’s from Phoenix, April.”

     April gave a throaty giggle.  “Yeah, he looks like a Phoenician.”

     The babe tossed back my wallet.  “I’ll call you ‘Reggie’ and you can call me ‘Darling.’” 

     “Fair enough, Darling.”

     “Down with the pants.”

     “One question, first.”

     “Okay, shoot.”

     “Why are you doing this?”

     “Why?”

     “Yes, ‘why.’  Pardon the expression; but you are one fucking, good-looking, dynamite-ass chick.  You could have any number of guys just by snapping your finger.  So why do you choose this method, which -- by the way -- can land you straight in the hoosegow.”

     She winked.  “Let’s just say that I like the thrill, the risk, the adventure.  And let me not forget that wonderful, pulse-racing, near orgasmic sense of domination.  So, there, you have it.  Now drop those fucking drawers!”

     I unhitched my belt, unzipped my fly and let my trousers fall to the ground, the girls squealing with delight at my bikini briefs.  With a nod from Darling, I let my underwear drop, a blush setting my cheeks on fire.

     “Ah, Reggie; you’re going to have to do better than that.”  Darling held up a condom, letting it swing between thumb and forefinger.  “It’s got to stand up and salute for this.”

     “Well, I’m under a little pressure, here.”

     “Maybe this might help.”

     She snatched off her leather boots, and was out of her jumpsuit faster than Houdini.  And there she stood; a virtual goddess of love!  There were no seeds in those melons.  And there was definitely no Sheriff of Nottingham in her Sherwood Forest!

     “See, you’re better already,” she cooed, tossing me the condom.  “April, back off a ways to make sure we don’t get any unwanted company.  That would play hell with Reggie’s boner.”

     “I’ll try to keep him covered at the same time.”

     “Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary at this point.  Tell me, Reg; do you prefer the top or bottom?”

     “I’m strictly a bottom man.”

     “That’s just fine by me.”

     We did it, right there, under the romantic glow of the Coleman, my shirt and suit coat hiked up to my chin.  Although the sex was under duress, it was the farthest thing from my thoughts.  My lasting power was phenomenal, greater than it had ever been in my life.  She squealed, she panted, she gasped, and she shrieked with delight as we both blew our cookies at the same time.  When she stood, the light of the lantern shone on her body, her sheen of sweat glimmering like all the diamonds in New York.  I laid there, totally exhausted, my euphoria worth a million joints of marijuana!

     “Well -- uh -- how was I?” I asked, secretly crossing my fingers.

     “Reggie, you were utterly fantastic --- a regular Hugh Hefner!”  She danced around, patting her twat.  “Wow!  My tee-tee is throbbing like a thumb whacked by a hammer!”

     I closed my eyes with a smile, wallowing in my pride.  When I opened my eyes, after what seemed like only a few seconds, she was gone!  She had vanished like chimney smoke on a windy night.  Everything; the Coleman, the incense burner, even the fucking air mattress.  For a few moments, I thought that it might have been a dream -- a wet one at that.

 

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     I was relaxing at home in Phoenix, on a Saturday afternoon, the happening in New York a distant memory, when I heard a knock at the door.  It was an urgent knock, not one of a friend or family member, if that was at all possible to determine.  When I opened the door, I was confronted by two men in suits, one holding a badge under my nose.  I saw two Phoenix cops standing back, at the bottom of the porch steps.

     “Uh -- yes -- can I help you in some way?  Was there a robbery nearby or something?”

     “Sir, we’re with the NYPD.  I’m Detective Russo and that’s my partner, Detective Maloney.  Just for the record; you are Reginald Earnhardt?”

     “Yes, that’s me?  You said you’re from New York?”

     “That’s right.  Mister Earnhardt, we have a warrant for your arrest; for the rape of one, Samantha Gleeson; on June the seventeenth of this year.”

     “What in the hell are you talking about?  I didn’t rape anyone!”

     “Were you -- to the best of your recollection -- in New York on the aforementioned date?”

     “Well, I might have been in the city on business.  Maybe it was June, I guess.”

     “Sir, would you assume the position, please.”

     “The what?”

     “Please; turn around, place your hands against the wall and spread your legs, so we can check you for a weapon.”

     “Are you fucking crazy?  I’m not carrying any weapon!”

     The bigger of the two cops slammed me against the wall, spreading my legs with his foot.  “This would have gone a whole lot easier on you, if you’d chosen to cooperate.”

     “Wait a minute, wait a minute; this supposed rape victim wouldn’t be called ‘Darling’ would she?”

     “Is that what you called her while you were raping her?”

     “You have it all wrong!  She’s the one who raped me!”

     They both started to laugh and it spread to the two Phoenix cops who were now standing just inside the door.  I mean laughter; belly-shaking, face-reddening, teary-eyed laughter!  Finally, the big New York detective moved nearly nose-to-nose with me, his eyes dancing with merriment as he held up a picture of Darling.

     “Give me a fucking break, Earnhardt.  Does this woman look as though she has to force herself on any man?  Please, sir; do not insult our intelligence.  Christ, I have a rod-on, right now, just looking at her picture.”

     With that, Detective Erection whipped out a card and started to recite my Miranda rights.  It all sounded like garble to me as I stood there, gaping, wide-eyed, my head literally in a spin.

 

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     The three of us flew back to New York, me and Detective Russo handcuffed to one another.  Sweet Jesus, I felt like a Mafia hit-man, or, worse yet --- Saddam fucking Hussein.  Once in the city, I was photographed and fingerprinted, and thrown a phonebook so I could look up the number of a lawyer.  I chose Murray Gold, figuring that a tough Jew would be a bigger help than some weak-kneed gentile.  My mother knew a lot of hotshot attorneys, but, at the moment, she was touring Europe with her gigolo boy friend.  And I mean “boy” friend.

     Murray was a little pip-squeak of a guy with a balding head and thick-lens glasses, but he looked like he had grit to me and that was all that mattered.  One of the first things that came out of his mouth nearly floored me – “This Samantha Gleeson is not only saying that you raped her; she’s saying that you’re the father of the child that she’s carrying.”

     “Oh, no -- there’s no fucking way!  The bitch made me wear a rubber for Christ-sake!”

     “Those things aren’t infallible, you know.  Maybe it had a pin-hole or something.”  He leaned close to me, narrowing his eyes.  “’I’m going to ask you this question once and only once.  Did you or did you not rape this Gleeson woman?”

     “I most certainly did not!  She’s the one who forced herself on me!  At gunpoint, I might add.”

     Murray raised his bushy brows.

     “Yeah, that’s right; her friend, April, held a fucking gun to my head.”

     “That’s funny; she’s accusing you of the same thing.  The Phoenix cops are probably searching your house as we speak.”

     “I don’t own a gun!  I can’t stand the sight of them.”

     Murray sighed.  “I’ve got to tell you; Samantha Gleeson is not only an eye-popper, she’s extremely rich and influential as well.  Not to mention the fact that her daddy is one of the top muck-a-mucks on Wall Street.”

     “That is just great!” I nearly screamed, running my fingers through my hair.  “So what are you telling me, here; I don’t have a chance in hell of proving my innocence?”

     “She raped you, while her pal was holding a gun on you?”

     “That’s what the hell I said!  What -- you don’t believe me?”

     Murray looked at me long and hard, as if attempting to read my innermost thoughts.  “Okay, I believe you.  The question being; who in the hell else will?”

     “Look, it figures I’m not the only victim of her little dominatrix game.  This unborn baby could be the off-spring of one of any number of guys; Joe Blow or John Doe, who knows. Could I take one of those tests to see if there’s a match?”

     “Maybe yeah, maybe no.  I don’t know if it’s possible with the kid still in the womb.  I’ll have to check.”  Murray shrugged.  “But that’s the least of your problems.  The biggest being the charge of rape.”

     “Okay, okay, so what’s next?”

     “There’ll be a preliminary hearing to see if there’s enough evidence to hold you over for trial.  That’s when we’ll find out what your bail will be.  Do you have anyone willing to post it?”

     “My Mother would, but she’s off somewhere, touring Europe.”

     “Maybe I can get you off on your own recognizance, if I can prove that you have no priors, and up until now, you’ve been an exceptionally model citizen.  Oh, there’s one little thing.”  Murray read from the paper that he had taken notes on.  “So you were walking the streets, dressed in a suit and tie, and trying to -- I quote – ‘rustle up a little marijuana to mellow me out.’”

     “Correct.”

     “Well, Jesus H.; that would go over like a case of the Hershey squirts during a high mass.  Let’s make a much needed correction, shall we.  ‘I was out taking a leisurely walk, and, being an out-of-towner, I made a wrong turn and got lost.’ Does that sound better, Mister Pot-Head?”

     “I’m no pot-head!”

     “Well, the judge and jury would have certainly thought so.”

     “Okay, okay; my life is in your hands.  Please, get me out of this fix, because I do not deserve this SHIT!”

     To make a long story a bit shorter; Murray talked with the judge and my preliminary hearing was held five days later.  And what a fucking fiasco it was!  Samantha Gleeson had gotten her long hair shorn to a bob and she had traded her black leather jumpsuit for a baggy, floral-printed dress that concealed every aspect of her dynamite body.  Fuck, she looked like Joan of Arc!  And wouldn’t you know it; she was carrying a wad of tissues to dab away an almost constant stream of tears.

     Her friend’s name turned out to be ‘May’ instead of ‘April.’’  It didn’t make a lick of difference; one fucking month was as bad as the next.  But one thing did make a difference and a big one; she was a loving wife and the mother of three, plus the head director of an organization that aided needy children! 

     To make matters even worse; there happened to be a total of four people that actually witnessed me raping poor little Samantha! Where they came from I don’t know.  They were probably bought with a good sum of money by either “Darling” or her hotshot father.

     Needless to say; the judge deemed that there was more than enough evidence to hold me over for trial.  However, Murray managed to have the bail dropped and for me to be released on my recognizance.

     During the preliminary hearing, I kept getting whiffs of a strange smell and I finally realized what it was; my ass, basted with butter and seasoned with spices, turning very slowly over a red-hot fire!

 

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     I sat in the courtroom next to a very nervous Murray, my eyes occasionally wandering over to the jury; nine women, of all the luck, and three men.  Three blacks, two Hispanics, two Orientals, two whites, and three of undeterminable origin.  Seven of them were under the age of fifty, I would say, and the rest over, one looking to be about eighty-five.  No matter how I cut the pie, it kept coming up blackbirds.  I thought about a bunch of angry ranchers about to string up a cattle thief.

     Dear, sweet Samantha was clad in a black maternity dress with the word “BABY” in bold yellow letters, accentuated by sweeping red arrows.  The tissues -- once again -- were in ample supply, and when she blew her nose, she made sure that everyone in the courtroom could hear. 

     May, her gun-wielding accomplice, was decked out in a matronly gray suit and frilly white blouse, her hair pulled back tautly into a bun.  The four witnesses with the bionic eyes looked like contestants in an Ozzie and Harriet contest.

     That’s when I realized that I was finished, railroaded by a bunch of fucking con artists!

     May took the stand, swore on the bible, and lied to her heart’s content, saying that it was me who was brandishing a gun on that terrible night.  I jumped to my feet and shouted “liar”, but the judge pounded his gavel and warned that another such outburst would force him to evict me from the courtroom.  Murray, without the slightest idea on how to proceed, failed miserably at his attempt to tear apart her testimony.  When the same went for the Ozzie and Harriet look-alikes, I slumped in my chair and gave up all hope.

     When Samantha took the stand, all teary-eyed and sniffling, the prosecutor patted her knee and turned to the jury.  “Miss Gleeson; with the terrible ordeal that you went through -- how do you ever manage to repose yourself?”

     “It’s not easy, sir, but I read and find solace in the bible.  The Lord has seen it fit to be at my side during my time of need.”

     A collective sigh went up from the jury.  The forewoman bowed her head with a resounding “amen.”

     “Miss Gleeson; do you see the man who so wantonly and viciously attacked and raped you, during that fateful evening, when you and your friend were walking home from Saint Patrick’s Cathedral?”

     “Oh, yes,” she fairly gasped, pointing a trembling finger in my direction.  “He’s --He’s right over there.  I will never be able to forget those terrible eyes for as long as I live.  Like – Like burning embers in a -- in a smoldering pile of ashes.”

     “Let it be entered into the records that Miss Samantha Gleeson has indicated Mister Reginald Earnhardt as her assailant.”

     “So be it!’ barked the judge.

     The Devil’s disciple continued to pummel and flail and hammer my character for a half hour more, until, finally, it was Murray’s turn to try and correct all the damage.  Sidling up to the stand, he paced for a few moments before snapping his head toward Miss Samantha “Darling” Gleeson.

     “Miss Gleeson; is it not a fact that on the aforementioned night, it was you who forced yourself on my client. It was you, Miss Gleeson, with the aid of your armed and dangerous cohort ---.”  Murray whirled and pointed at May.  “Missus May Sylvester!”

     There was a sniggering from the jury, which mounted by leaps-and-bounds, until it was an outright chorus of eye-watering, chest-heaving, knee-slapping laughter!  It spread quickly throughout the courtroom; the reporters, the gathered observers, the witnesses, the bailiff, the attorneys, the guards, and, finally, even the judge!  Upon reaching its epidemic proportions, Murray -- my own damn lawyer-- started to hee-haw so forcefully that his glasses slid down to the very tip of his nose!

     Realizing that I was doomed -- finished, kaput -- it was hard to resist the temptation.  Laughing like a hysterical hyena, I dashed to the stand before anyone could stop me and drove my fist right into the startled face of Miss Darling Gleeson.  When her nose popped like an over-ripened melon, I couldn’t help giving her two more for good measure.

 

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     I made my way slowly, warily, up the olive-drab corridor, swishing the mop from side-to-side: raucous laughter and the bomp-bomp-bomp of a basketball coming through the windows from the exercise yard below.  A metal door clanged shut in the distance.

     As I neared the end of the corridor, my eyes glued to the floor, I happened across a pair of prison-issued shoes the size of gunboats.  My eyes eased up the blue denim trousers, across a paler blue shirt, and, finally, into the scarred, flat-nosed, meaty-lipped, shaven-headed mug of Mad Dog Dougherty!  Those massive arms with tattoos emblazoned from sloping shoulders clear down to paws the size of catchers’ mitts.  I spotted a fire-breathing dragon, a Tweetie Bird, assorted knives and daggers, and a rattlesnake curling through the empty eye sockets of a skull.  On each of the sausage-like fingers of his right hand was a letter, which, together, spelled out the word DOOM.

     His eyes twinkled as he leaned close to me.  “Hi, sweet cakes -- care to fool around?”

 

 

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So springbreak was right around the corner, and her and Josh and a bunch of college friends were going to Lake Havasu. They were all pretty excited. She had never been on a college springbreak before because she was afterall, only a freshman.

Springbreak was fun for Stephanie. Drinking, partying, hot tubs, the lake. Her and Josh were having a blast, and all of their other friends. Mostly the friends they were hanging out with were his guy friends from the rugby team. However, she didn't mind. They were fun guys.

One day they were at the lake laying out on one of the yachts. His rugby friend Tom knew some people that owned the yacht, and they were all invited aboard. Stephanie was having a blast and was really enjoying herself with Josh. She also was a really drunk, but it didn't matter, it was springbreak.

As the day progressed on Lake Havasu, and the more people got drunk, the crazier things became. Girls starting taking off their tops, kissing each other all around the lake, on practically every boat in the lake. Josh of course was staring at all these girls kissing each other, and even some would take off their tops and suck on each other's tits. Josh starting looking at Stephanie in a weird way that made her uncomfortable. "What" she asked him. "I wish you would kiss a girl. You know how much that would turn me on? Look my dick is getting hard just thinking about it". She stared at him in disbelief "are you serious" she asked? "Yes" he said, very quietly but yet very seriously. "I need to know if I am going to be with you, that you have a sense of adventure." Stephanie gulped and turned away to try and to hide her tears that she felt stinging her eyes. She had a feeling this was coming but had been in denial. All of the rugby players had girlfriends that would be with other girls to turn their boyfriends on. It was the norm rather than the exception. Stephanie had hoped that Josh would not have the same expectations of her, but she was wrong.

Stephanie knew that she didn't want to lose Josh. Plus everyone at school would tease her about being "square" if she lost Josh over this. She turned to Josh, and said "okay". Josh's eyes lit up and a look of lust came across his face. "Let's go" he said, as he pulled her up from the towel she was laying on. "Let's go to the front of the yacht and see what is going on".

They got to the front of the boat and everyone was screaming and hollering from the lake down below. Two girls were on the deck taking off their tops and wiggling their tits at the crowd below. Stephanie recognized one of the girls as someone whom always hung out at the rugby house. A "rugby groupie" they called them. A girl willing to do anything for the rugby players.

Josh grabbed Stephanie's hand "come here". He pulled her onto the deck in front of the crowd below. "What are you doing" she stammered. "Just relax" he said. He had a commanding voice, and she didn't want to argue with him. She figured she had already risked losing him once with the girl/girl thing, she didn't want to push him any further. She stood in front of him like he told her too.

The two girls were still dancing and shaking their tits for the crowd. Josh got behind Stephanie and started massaging her tits through the fabric of her little bikini. Stephanie tensed up, but didn't protest, although she could feel tears coming up to her eyes again. The crowd saw him feeling her tits and started to watch Josh and Stephanie. The two girls shaking their tits, starting watching them too.

He kept massaging her tits while the crowd went wild. He whispered in her ear "I am going to take your top off now". She nodded her head, but couldn't speak, lest she start to cry. He slowly un-did the strings on her bikini, letting them fall to the side while slowly exposing her enourmous tits. The crowd went wild. Even his rugby team mates whistled. Stephanie just closed her eyes.

Josh kept massaging her tits, tweaking her nipples until they were hard. Stephanie hung her head so that her hair covered her face and how embarrassed she was. He whispered in her ear again "now is your chance to prove to me your adventurous side". She nodded as a tear fell slowly down her face.

He motioned for the one girl to come over to him. The one that he knew from the rugby house. He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded and smiled.

She came up to Stephanie and started to kiss her. Stephanie faltered for a moment and the kissed her back, after giving a glance over to Josh, whom nodded to go ahead. The girl then started sucking on Stephanie's tits. Stephanie was beyond humiliated. Her face was bright red. The crowd was chanting "eat her out, eat her out". She heard the click of a camera.

Josh, whom was still behind Stephanie, whispered in her ear again "I am going to take off your bikini bottom now". She nodded, as he slowly un-tied the strings at of her little bikini on each side of her hip. The material slowly fell away onto the ground, to reveal Stephanie's shaved pussy. The girl whom was sucking her tits started to lick downwards towards Stephanie's pussy.

Stephanie stopped her and whispered into Josh's ear "can I turn around and face you while she licks me, I just need sometime to adjust to this". He nodded, and turned Stephanie around so that she was facing him, with her head on his shoulder and ass sticking out.

The girl, whom had been waiting, then proceeded to sit down on the ground, directly under Stephanie's naked pussy, and then started to eat her out. The crowd was going nuts. Yelling, hollering and cat calls. Stephanie had her face buried in Josh's shoulder while he massaged her tits and whispered in her ear "you are my good little girl". She nodded. "Now I want you to grind your hips into her face." Stephanie rocked her hips back and forth into the girls face. The crowd was screaming, and she could hear pictures being taken, which only furthered her humiliation.

Josh whispered in her ear " you are going to need to turn around now". Stephanie said "please", but he gave her a look that she knew he wasn't taking no for an answer. "You are my good little girl, let's keep that way". She nodded and turn around.

One of his rugby brother's came up to him and slapped him high five and gave him a can of whipped cream. Josh handed the whipped cream to the girl kneeling on the floor in front of Stephanie. The girl then shook the can, and proceeded to spray the whipped cream on Stephanie's tits and pussy. She then stood up, and started licking the whipped cream off Stephanie's tits, while Josh hovered over Stephanie's shoulder watching.

The girl then slowly worked her way down Stephanie's stomach, licking the whipped cream, until she came to her pussy. She then started lapping Stephanie's pussy furiously. Stephanie, whom had been hanging her head with hair covering her face, looked up into the sea of people watching, and felt deep humiliation and embarrasment that she didn't know what to do.

Josh spoke to her in a sharp tone "spread your legs more, and grind your hips into her face, and quit looking down". Stephanie did as she was told, she planted her feet firmly on the ground, spreading her legs while Josh balanced her, and grinded her pussy into the girls face, while looking at the crowd. The crowd went wild and starting chanting her name. Josh was playing with her tits, while she saw someone's video camera from a far, taping her. She kept rocking her hips in the girls face. The girl then started to finger fuck her while she lapped at her pussy. One of Josh's rugby friends, Tom came over to help Josh balance her out. He started playing with Stephanie's tits, and was hold her pussy lips apart so the girl could lick her even deeper.

To Stephanie it seemed that this went on forever. The crowd kept on chanting for her to "come" but she just couldn't. She was too embarrassed, and humilited and felt like she was having an out of body experience. She just wanted it to be over. So Stephanie let out a yell that sounded like she came, but was really a desperate animal cry that this was all happening to her. After this happened, the crowd went nuts, and Josh told the girl to stop licking her. Camera's were flashing, the roar of the crowd was defeaning, but finally it was over. Josh handed her back her bikini and he covered her up with an oversized towel and led her down the back side of the yacht. While they were walking down, his rugby brother's were high fiving him, and winking at Stephanie.

They got down to the cabin of the yacht and Stephanie walked into the bathroom to get cleaned up. She felt embarrassed and humiliated beyond belief. She didn't know how she was going to viewed once she returned to school. She was sure everyone would find out. She was sure she would probably even wind up on the Internet somewhere. She never had felt so ashamed, or slutty in her life. She compromised herself for this guy. She didn't know how she things were going to work out between her and Josh now. She walked out of the bathroom to talk to him................

Part II will be continued

He smirks as he slips his fore finger inbetween the top of her folds, and due to her inexperience as a virgin, she moans, she's very sensitive in the are for a teenage virgin and couldn't bare to enjoy the gentle touch. Jackson smirks as she gives him what he wants, he leans to whisper in her ear "You want it don't you Maya?".

She doesn't reply, but turns her face the other way. He slips another finger inbetween her tender folds and parts them, and holds her against the fence with his body as his other hand moves up her shirt, he can feel her fit belly, and gently licks her neck.

She looks up, as tears come to her eyes, she could feel his fingers sliding into her folds, no matter how she tried to close her legs, and his gentle hands moving up her belly, feeling their way towards her breasts, and his warm tounge gently on her neck, the feeling was pleasurable, but no girl, forced into such a thing would admit it.

His two fingers were suddenly firm, on her warm, tight pussy, and gently began to rub over it, he could feel how wet she was, her juices leaking onto his fingers, and running down her legs. She trembles at the feeling, she grips the fence hard, and his hands slip under her bra to caress her breasts.

He bites her neck, not hard, but gently, his canines sharp, yet smooth at the same time over the saliva on her neck. He grips her nipple, and rotates it gently, making them go hard with pleasure. With force, he pushes his two fingers into her pussy, it was hard, she was tight.

She lets out a loud moan "No, Jackson, please stop" he holds her nipple tight, producing pain, and forces his fingers far into her pussy, biting down hard on her neck. She squeals "Maya, I don't like that word either, try again." a tear runs down her face with pain, before his grip on her nipple gentles, and his teeth unlatch from her neck.

He fingers her deeper, her warm juices helping him slide in and out, with his hand clasped over her breast rotating it with force, she bites her lip, but can't hold it in and slowly starts to moan, "Please, please. Jackson.." he licks along her neck "Good, beg Maya, beg. You want it, tell me."

She shakes her head, unsatisfied with her reply, he grabs her waist, lifts her skirt up and pulls her panties down, revealing her juicy wet, tight pussy. He sits on his knees and holds her legs tight, and gently licks inbetween the folds of her pussy, tasting the warm cum leaking from her pussy.

She moans, she feels his warm tongue, gentle, teasing her, gently licking just inside the folds of her pussy. She can't take it anymore, and moans hard "Harder, please, lick me." she puts her face against the cold fence, her mind was a mess she didn't know what she was saying anymore.

He smirks "I knew you loved it Maya, you're so wet, you're moaning, all you had to do was ask." he holds her legs tighter, and licks hard, over her clit, before tonguing as deep and hard as he can into her pussy. She moans spreading her legs a bit. "Deeper? Maya." she sighs with pleasure as he rubs her ass. "Jackson.." he continues to lick her "Say it, Maya". She looks down at her loose rangled shirt "Deeper, Jackson." he smirks.

He places his lips over her pussy and dips his tongue into her pussy, playing with her. She moans more, obviouse pleasure in the tone, as she pushes her own breasts against the fence. He stands slowly, runs his hands up her legs and taps her ass on both cheeks.

She looks back at him "Jackson..", he tilts his head "Maya? Aren't you going to run" she pauses "Don't.. stop. Please don't stop." he smirks large, one of his canine teeth lapsing over his lip in his deviouse grin. "You love it, Maya, tell me".

"Jackson, don't tease, I want it, I want it, Don't stop..." he grabs her thigh, and pulls it out, and unzips his grey school pants. She hears, and breaths slowly. He slowly dips his hard cock, inside her folds, and gently rubs over her clit, he knows she wants more he can see it.

She's scared, and unsure, but it felt so good, how could it be bad. Slowly he slides his large cock into her tight pussy, she groans, it's pain, but it feels good. He pushed slowly, but got faster over time, herjuices were wet and her pussy is warm, he could feel himself coming.

She moans, she felt it coming, she breathed heavy, sweating. Jackson stopped, as he came inside her, letting his warm juices flush into her, and in the instance, she came too, their liquids leaking over the ground. She lies on the floor, breathing hard, her left breast revealed, through her loose shirt, and her skirt and panties around her ankles.

Jackson stands over her body, and helps her up, and they find themselves looking into each others eyes contemplating what had happened, and with a blush Jackson looks at the ground "I'm sorry, I don't kno-" he pauses, as she feels her finger pressed against his gentle lips "Jackson, promise to love me, and you don't have to explain."

MEH. LOVE IT. =]

Some nights, when we were both hammered (she is a light-weight) after going to the bars, there were those intimate moments between us when she would wrap her arms around my neck and give me a peck on the lips.  She would wiggle her small ass up against my crotch as she did it, but it was all harmless flirting, and we knew that nothing would come of it.  She had a boyfriend and I knew she was in love with him and not me.  Recently, however, Ro has gotten engaged to said boyfriend and has been planning her wedding.  Since then she has moved into his house.  At first, I didn’t really think of it much, I was going out with another girl and that was all that was on my mind.  But my girlfriend and I had broken up and since then I have been really horny.  Then it happened, on the fourth of July, while over at Rochelle’s house, I walked into the bathroom to pee and she was standing there, in nothing but what God gave her on the day she was born. 

Now let me help you picture what Ro looks like.  She is of Filipino decent, 5’3”, 105 lbs, b-cup breasts, full lips and a great ass.  On top of all this, she was completely shaven save for a small strip of hair right above her pussy.  Now normally I prefer a girl with a little bit of meat on her, but it had been a while and she was looking really good.  Within the few seconds that I saw her, the whole concept of forbidden fruit began to take shape and I began seeing this girl in a different light.  Now let me tell you know right now, ever since we have met up after college, I have seen her as the sexy woman that she has grown up to be, but seeing her in all her glory was the final straw.  Ro sort of yelped and I shut the door to give her her privacy.  I went ahead and went downstairs and used the other bathroom.  When Ro came downstairs, she acted like nothing happened.  So I just let it slide, we finished with the night and I went home to my home.

When I got home, I went to bed.  As I lay there, I just couldn’t sleep.  Every time that I closed my eyes, I saw her, naked.  So I got up, pulled out the porn, and jerked off, thinking of plowing Rochelle’s tight pussy.  As I went to sleep that night, I knew that I was going to have to make that girl my own personal cum receptacle.  Just the idea of her losing her virginity to her fiancé was driving me nuts.  I heard her talk about him to her girl friends a while back and how he was sporting only about 4 inches when she had given him a blowjob.  I just knew that I needed her to experience a real man the first time that she had sex.  So the next morning, I began to work on my plan to make her mine.

Getting her alone so I could train her was actually quite simple.  Rochelle is a lightweight drinker, as I have said before.  One day, Rochelle called me up and asked me to go bar hopping with her.  Her fiancé was going out of town for a couple of weeks on business and she was going stir-crazy being cooped up in the house.  I agreed and we set it up to meet later that night.  So I talked my buddy into following us while we went bar hopping.  She has always been a sucker for a guy willing to give her a free drink.  She had never met Dan before and so when he approached her (after I had gone to the bathroom), it was really simple for him to talk her up and buy her a drink.  When their drinks came, Dan “accidentally” spilled her drink on the bar.  While it didn’t get her wet, it gave him the distraction that he needed to slip a rohypnol into his own drink.  After all was cleaned up, he gave her his drink and apologized.  I then came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.  I introduced myself and he excused himself, pretending to be nervous. 

I asked Rochelle, “Who was that guy?  Do you know him from somewhere?”  Rochelle answered, “Nope, but he wasn’t bad looking.  Too bad I am getting married soon.  At least I got a free beer out of it!”  With that, she chugged the beer and didn’t think anything of it.  About 30 minutes went by and she started to feel a little tipsy.  She asked me to take her home and I told her I would get the car.  She didn’t even make it to the car before she passed out from the effects of the drug.  Because of how small she is, I was given plenty of time to take her “home.”  Little did she know, we were going to my home.  I knew that soon, I was going to be playing out all my fantasies that had involved her.

Chapter 2

I am fairly well off, being a computer systems analyst, and I own two homes.  One is in the city; the other is in the country, pretty much cut off from anything and everything.  Over the last few weeks, I have been preparing the country house.  I put dead bolt locks on all the doors as well as security pads and locks on the exits.  I replaced the window glass with Plexiglas, and I set up a chair and a table with different types of restraints and such.  While I had plenty of sex toys available to me from my previous relationships, I wanted to make sure that everything was in working order so I bought new toys.  I bought three butt plugs, all vibrating and increasing in size, a ball gag, some nipple clamps, etc.  In all of the rooms except the office, I placed small security cameras and an intercom system.  In the office, I set up the room to watch any room I wanted, as well as record anything that might occur.

Finally, we arrived at my house and I carried her inside.  Once inside, I put her in a room and dropped her on a bed that was just a frame and a mattress.  I stripped her down to nothing and placed a shock collar on her neck.  I then just looked at her body.  I thought to myself, “Could it be that she is actually better now than she was earlier?”  I spread her legs and took a good long sniff and instantly got hard.  It took all my willpower just to walk out of that room and lock the door, leaving her looking so ripe for the pickings.

So I went to my office, sat down at the computer and slowly dozed off.  At about 6am, I was awakened by a scream to wake the dead.  Terrified, I looked up and realized that it was my girl.  I laughed to myself a little bit and watched the screen.  Ro was freaking out in her room.  As she tried to climb under the bed, she started screaming for help.  The bed was too low, even for her petite frame to fit under.  As she screamed, I thought to myself, “I am glad that I sound-proofed those walls, in spite of having no neighbors for miles around.”

After waiting for her to stop screaming, I went to the kitchen, made myself a large breakfast.  I thought about giving her some too, but that was to go against the plan.  I left the house and went to go get some more food.  While I was out, I went on to Rochelle’s computer and got into her email.  She was never one to put a password on her account so it was very easy.  I sent her fiancé an email telling him that her cell phone went out so she wouldn’t be able to contact him for a while.  After I was done there, I went back to my home.

When I got back, I looked at the monitor and Rochelle was in a corner, crying to herself.  I thought to myself, “Perfect, she is slowly calming down.”  By that time, it was already 6 in the evening.  I knew that she would be starving so I made her an ample dinner, and put it on a tray.  With the food, I placed a letter, which said the following:

“Dearest Rochelle,

            I understand that you are very scared and confused right now.  That is to be expected when one wakes up in a new place, naked and alone.  All that you need to know right now is that you are not harmed, and won’t be harmed if you cooperate.  If you choose to struggle, you will be punished.  It is all up to you.  Eat this food, I guarantee that it is safe.  I have plans that involve you and I will not jeopardize this.  Just keep in mind, if you choose not to eat this food within 1 hour, I will be forced to take it back and you will not get any more for 24 hours.  I encourage you to eat, you will need to keep up your strength.”

I set the tray through a small trap door and shoved it into her room.  After, I went to the office to watch what happened.  As I watched Rochelle read the note, I saw the horror began to swell in her eyes, and she freaked.  She kicked over the tray, screamed, and cried some more.  After an hour had gone by, she still hadn’t eaten her food.  Saddened that she chose this path, I was left with no other choice.  I had to follow through with my letter.  I looked at the screen, reached over and activated her collar.  When I did that, Rochelle went stiff as the collar activated and shocked her.  I set it up to work like a tazer, and Ro dropped to the floor, unconscious.  I went to the room and it smelled of urine as Rochelle had peed herself.  I cleaned up the food and urine, and left a note with just two words on it, “Bad Choice.”