Blackmail

Evidence against Tina

With tears,welling in her eyes.It dawned on Tina,that she,did’nt hate her mother.She actually loathed her intensely!
“No,Tina!Under no circumstances are you going to that party tonight.That Stacey girl,is a harlo:t.She dresses like the whore of Babylon.Her parents,don’t attend church……Lord have MERCY!
It did’nt matter to her mother that both her and Stacey were still virgins at sixteen.Or that Stacey’s parents were really sweet,good people.Or for that matter that her and Stacey were best friends and everybody was going to be at the fucking party except her!
The woman,was a Bible punching nut.Tina,knew what was coming next.Numerous,lengthy and boring quotes from the bible.She,had heard it all before.Tina,got a tub of chocolate mousse from the refrigerator and stomped off upstairs.Behind her,she heard the zealot,”It says in the GOOD book,in Matthew,verse…….”
”Oh,fuck off!”Tina thought loudly.
Tina,loved her room it was her escape hatch.Full of all the little nik naks she collected.Rufus the family’s elderly German shepherd,was lying outside her door.He looked up at Tina with those big sorrowful eyes.”Ok,boy come on in!Just us buddies to watch TV on a Friday night,hey!”
Tina,flopped down on her bed,kicking off her Reebok’s.Her Dad,he was her stepdad actually,her real dad had died when she was two,worked late all the time recently.She wouldn’t be surprised if he had someone on the side.The bitch downstairs appeared to be a Polar ice queen!He was a sweet guy and she loved him.Up against her mom though,he was spineless and henpecked.
He had given her,his credit card two weeks back to buy herself some clothes.The crap,her mother bought her,belonged in the last century.She ruffled under the bed and pulled out two bags.Up on her feet she took off her, jeans.Pulling,her T over her head.She took the Florence Nightingale,like underwear her mother insisted on buying her and dumped it in the small bin.Studying herself,in the mirror.Tina knew she was a hoty!Long, athletic legs [She was on the 1st track team].Tight,taut tummy,perky medium sized bust and a beautiful face.Green eyed, with cute freckles on her nose and cheeks.Her dark hair was styled in a short bob.
Rufus,looked at her appraisingly.”Hey Rufus.you like what you see,kid!” she asked sweetly.”How sad” she spoke loudly,”I got to entertain my dog.Man,life can be a bitch!”Rufus,was lucky tonight, normally she,did’nt let him in her room.Tina,looked down at her pubes.A tuft of downy pubic hair above her shaven vagina.She had just finished her period yesterday and always got a bit horny around this time of the month.Tina,squeezed one of her breasts and with her other hand rubbed her clitoris.”Mmmmmmm” she murmured.She,took one of the lacy black bra’s she had bought and put it on.She looked really sexy in it!She shuffled her feet wide apart and started gyrating her hips.She placed her middle finger back on her clit.Toying with it clockwise then anticlockwise.”Ooooooh that’s darn good!”Starting to simmer with lust a strange thought came to her.In the reflection of the mirror,she saw the tub of chocolate mousse on her nightstand and Rufus sitting on the floor watching her.She giggled…..”Nawh,Tina.That’s freaky man!” she thought.
A sheepish,look on her face.Tina manouvered her lithe young body.She was flat on her back.Her butt,right on the edge of the bed.Legs spread,vulva, gapping and exposed.Buck naked,she had taken off the bra and her bobby socks.She hadn’t bathed yet and she could smell her own sweat and BO.The pussy smell on her fingers was strong and musky.She dipped her fingers into the choc mousse and spread it on her beaver.She was concentrating on getting a second helping to entice him with. When he suddenly drew up to her and stuck his muzzle between her legs.His snout was cold and moist and it touched,flush against her anus as he took in her scent.Tina nearly hit the roof!”Shit!Owwww,aah huh,that’s good”she urged him on as her ass and pussy quivered.His first lick was wet and the sensation it gave,made her arch,her back and thrust her hips.Even her long pointy toes curled,involuntarily.”Yeeeeaaahhhh!Ohhhh… that’s just the best!”
He was chowing her vagina.From anus to clitty.Licking,sucking and probeing.It was bliss.Tina was loving every minute of it.She opened her legs wider for him to get at her.Tina became a sweaty,heated,twitching,moaning……. slave,to his rough tongue!
Tina,knew how dogs did it.She had never heard of bestiality in her life but some primal,almost animalistic lust overcame her.She got down on the floor,on all fours,raising her butt provocatively.She did’nt care that she was a virgin.In fact she did’nt give a ratsass!She had such an urge to be humped that it felt like it was chokeing her.
Tina,actually had no idea it was possible for a canine to mount and copulate with a human but driven by waves of want for a hot man.She was going to fucking try.Rufus was old and a veteran of having a leg over,although till now that had been limited to dog bitches.
Rufus could smell his young mistress’s tangy fuck organ,it was sweaty and sooo on heat.He knew what she wanted and mounted up.His forlegs were on her steely little buttocks.He worked his body into position. Holding his mate tightly by the hips.His aged but still strong withers,taking a firm hold.Tina was dripping.She was masturbating crazily,working her cunt.”Geeez,oh fuck.I’m sooooo hot.Oh this is nasty.Can ya?Can ya?Huh?Can ya do me boy?Pleaaaaaase,DO me!!!”
Tina,was gobsmacked by her own reactions and overwhelming desire.She did’nt get a chance to think about what she was doing because Rufus,with his pinkish purple,heavily veined and throbing doggycock was searching with his wild thrusts between her legs to bury his wick.He found her pleasure dome and his cone forced open her vulva.Tina, froze as he runted into her,his dick finding the resistance of her hymen a tough nut to crack.
He slowed down.Clenching on to his bitch and panting heavily.He was an old boy and this human bitch was young and wanting.
“Wait,boy!Let me help ya!”Tina reached under her,brushing her drenched hood.His cock,was very sensitive to her touch.Rufus,shuddered violently as she wrapped two fingers around his warm pulsing doggydick.She held it gently and thrust her ass back.Inside her,she felt his dick mesh against the inner skin.Her hymen first tore and then was ripped apart by his member.
His,cock no longer obstructed but easing deeper,Rufus became animated. Beating at her pussy.Throwing his weight against her ass.She felt his hanging testicals hammer against her buttocks.He was buried deep in her,up near her uterus.Tina was crawling with the dog shuffling,connected behind her!She was sweating heavily,perspiration,dripping from her brow onto the carpet.Her tits wobbled with the dogs humping.Tina felt her orgasm rush her and croaked”Oh Fuck!You making me fucking cum!!Oooohhhhh!”They came together.Rufus,suddenly spasmed alarmingly.His withers,rippling with muscle.The dog actually climbed Tina’s butt.Digging his nails in her flesh,causing angry red welts.Tina felt him draining his balls like a hose deep inside her body.
Rufus lay on his side,licking his frothy balls and cock.His jism was leaking out of Tina onto the carpet!”Fuck Rufus!Ya cum alot!”.She reached for her T and stuffed it between her legs to soak up their secretions.”Out boy!Scram!”
Tina’s,world came crashing down around her on Sunday morning,a week later.Her mom,was gone to some Evangelical Crusade and would only be back on Tuesday.”These days, are reserved,for the Lord!” She had told them last night.Days of hot gossip more like it for ‘holier than thou’ Tina thought.She only got up at 11:15.She had been smsing her friends till around 2 in the morning.Wearing a tight new tank top,boxers and bobby socks she went to the kitchen to get some breakfast.
”Hi baby!How you this morning?”Tina squinted her sleepy eyes,her stepdad,Robert was sitting in the livingroom.”Cool,Dad and ya?”she asked sweetly,pouring her cereal into a bowl.”Oh,never been better,babes!”.He said it with a strange tone and Tina,looked up at him.He had a wide grin on his face and his eyes looked dark.”Ya, look like da kitty kat who got all da milk,Dad!”she said in a cute looney tunes like voice.”Oh,I sure did honeybunch.”He picked up the phone and dialed.Tina raised her eyebrows when she heard his short abrupt conversation.”Yeah, she’s awake!Hurry up I’m waiting.”
“Who was that,Dad?” she asked questioningly.”Patrick,his coming over for a couple of beers.”.No something was really fucked up here.Tina thought.Beer!Her mother would have a apocalyptic stroke.She said nothing and finished her juice.
“Dad!Im gonna get dressed and go to Stacey’s,for abit,ok?”
“No Tina,baby.You gonna take everything off and bend over for,Daddy!”
Tina,froze in midstride,she felt the blood drain from her body.”Huh?what ya say?”she stammered.He looked at her picking up the universal remote.”You heard me loud and clear,little angel!”He hit play and the TV came to life.Tina heard her voice before she actually saw herself.She,was groaning,on all fours.The picture was crystal clear.Rufus was fucking her,the sound of his panting loud.
Tina went weak at the knees and she stumbled.Tears,brimmed in her eyes.”Oh,Daddy!Where did ya get that?” she sighed.Robert smiled,a tear ran down her cheek.She sounded utterly devastated.Robert felt a shudder of anticipation run through him.His groin stirred.She could never imagine how much he was going to enjoy humiliating her.
“Why,would you do this,Daddy?!” The tears were now a steady stream.The TV was blaring out her lusty yells as the dog nailed her.He switched the volume down.”Tina!I’ve got the tape.I hold the cards.You got nothing.All you can do is hope I’m merciful and that I don’t distribute it to everyone you know.Strip down,baby,dont make this harder for yourself!”
Tina’s hand,was over her mouth,sobing from the heart.She felt so crushed!”I love ya Daddy.Please don’t do this to us.Please!Please!”
Patrick,burst into the room.He was grossly overweight and owned an electronic’s store in town.He saw the evidence playing and quickly summed up the situation.”Beautiful!Tina,a masterpiece!The most erotic coupling I have ever witnessed!I supplied the survelliance cam!”He said proudly!Tina had always despised him the guy was a perv!He plonked himself down on the sofa.He was sweating,profusely in the summer heat.He took off his thick lensed spectacles and wiped them down.Squinting between her and her Dad as if he were watching a tennis match.
“I’ve told you twice already,Tina! Take your fucking,clobber off.Do it now!”Tina stood defiantly,her arms crossed.”Shit you look beautiful when you pissed!Undress,Tina!Now!”Tina gave a heartwrenching deep sigh of defeat and pulled the tank top over her shoulders.She was’nt wearing a bra and the sight of her 16 yr old bossom had a marked effect on both men.Her,Dad took in a deep breath and groaned softly.His,tongue licked at his top lip.Patrick,gulped and started wringing his podgy fingers. ”I never seen anyone as gorgeous as you!You do things to me, I…..cant explain!”Tina eyed Patrick nervously.”Dont,worry angel,Patrick is just gonna watch.”
”The shorts,honey” she could hear the heavy lust in his voice.His eyes had narrowed and he had a sizeable bulge in his jeans.Tina,put her fingers in the waist of her shorts and stepped out of them. She was’nt wearing pantys and the sudden sight of her little twat,brought a groan of appreciation from both men.”Bobby socks.Take them off!I want to see your feet and toes,Darlin”Balancing,on one leg at a time.She pulled her white cotton socks off.It was very humid and Tina,felt,hot,sweaty and scared.
Her emotions were in turmoil.Did nobody love her?She wanted to plead with him to stop this madness but knew,there was no turning back.She would’nt give him the satisfaction of her begging.
Naked,as a new born babe.The pretty teenager,stood,glaring with attitude.Not knowing that her pout.Made her look even more desirable and highly fuckable.Patrick,was screwing her visually.His eyes seemed to be on stalks the way,they were poping out at her.
Fuck!She thought.He makes me ill.She returned his stare with hate filled eyes”Come here and bend over the sofa,so I can have a good look at ya!”she heard her stepfather croak.
Tina,stomped over and got down kneeling,per his instructions on the sofa.Her dad moved behind her,positioning her body.Her back to him,she felt his damp hands on her butt.He placed her like he wanted.Getting her to open her legs,alot wider so that her puss was exposed.Feet to the side.Her,tits squashed up against the top.
Robert,knelt down on one knee and licked her foot from the heel up to her toes.Pauseing,to take her big toe in his mouth,sucking and tasteing it real hard.When he withdrew it,it was soaked and dripping with his saliva.He mouthed her size 5 foot.Nibbleing,licking and biteing gently.Forcing her other toes in his mouth and suckling greedily.It was an unusual,yet funky feeling and Tina,tried to pull her little foot loose of his grasp.Her tiny foot struggling in his hand made him release a lusty and tormented moan.She could hear,Patrick wheezing as he watched them intently.Her Dad gave her other foot the same treatment.Pulling and cracking her long toes.
“Turn around for me,Tina” he rasped.She obeyed,sitting flat on her ass,face level with his groin.
”Undo,my pants,hun”With her,dainty nimble fingers,Tina did as he asked.She unfastened his belt buckle.The top button of his Levi’s was hard up against his stomach and it took her awhile to unloosen it.Once she got it loose the other three opened easily.She took her hands away and looked up at him.He was amass of pure desire.His face was red,eyes glazed and lips wet.
”Take my cock out,release it”She opened his jeans.His penis was rigid against his transparent white briefs.Up by his foreskin a wet circle had formed.She stuck her hand down the front of his briefs her knuckles brushing,against his thick mound of pubic hair.She encircled his shaft in her palm.He felt big and sweaty in her petite hand.She pulled the front of his briefs down freeing his organ.”Work it,Tina,jack it with your hand,put some spit on your palm”Tina spat into her hand and held his dick.This time,he released a long high-pitched groan of ecstacy.He could,finally do with Tina,as he pleased after years of lusting for her.
She was squeezing his girth and working him,fast.Noteing,how his foreskin moved back and forth over his knob.He felt like a red hot poker in her hand.He entwined his hands in her hair.”Stick,your tongue out!Lick the head”Tentatively,she stuck out her tongue and licked his crown with quickfire swipes of her tongue”Yeah,that’s it like a lollipop!Uhuh”She placed the tip against the underneath of his glans and licked in an upward motion.”Oh fuck,I can’t handle this,Come,up ya get on the sofa.I’m gonna do ya”
Tina positioned herself as before.Her pose drove him crazy.Gripping,his cock he moved against her petals and entered her.Already inundated with her spit and his sweat he drove into her easily and in one movement was buried to the hilt”He rode her viciously like a bronco!….”Hey,cooooool it” she gasped.No sooner had he entered her than he withdrew,ejaculating in heavy spurts all over her lower back and ass.He crumpled to the floor.Tina,looked over her shoulder at him and the warm jism sprayed over her body.He was bloodshot. His,chest heaving alarmingly.His erect cock,secreated a pearly drop of thick jism oozingly from it’s spout.
“Fuck me.I ain’t ever felt such a fine pussy.The bitch is hot!”Patrick, looked flabbergasted that it was already over.He had his puny dick in his hand,Tina noted.In her opinion the man was a maggot.The phone rang shrilly.Her Dad raced to get it,his deflating member bouncing in front of him.
“Helllo….Yeah!…Sure,its started.I already fucked the ho…”Tina felt a wave of disbelief and mounting terror grip her.She stared at him mouth agape!”Yeah,come join the orgy” he chortled loudly and Tina knew she was in deep shit.
The teens,back to him. Patrick had quickly undressed.He pounced on her.His hefty bodyweight knocked the breath out of her and Tina,gasped for air.Grasping the opportunity,Patrick stuck his fat but small dick into the conceited bitch.Tina felt the pig enter her and screamed with fury…”You fucking bastards.What is going on here?Help me……Help me…..Somebody!Help meeeee!”
Robert,dropped the phone and was beside her in four great strides.He grabbed her,mouth forcing her jaw apart.He,inserted a small ball into her,trap and wound box tape tightly around her head.Yanking her arms,he handcuffed her wrists as she bawled.Patrick,stabbed at her vagina with his member.The feel of the fat man violating her,made Tina illl.She screamed blue murder into her gag as he raped her.Patrick,felt the sweet power.And enjoyed her barely audiable ”No!OH NO!Noooot youuu!”
”Yeah,sorry,…fucking Patrick,he couldn’t control himself any longer…Ha,ha..Yip!His fucking her as we speak.You should see the bitches face!…When ya,arrive come through the garage.You got a remote….and bring the dogs”
Her father’s conversation, had terrified Tina,shitless and she peed on Patrick,hotly as he pumped into her.His ample buttocks,clapped loudly with his every heave.
“Patrick! You want to impregnate the bitch?Here use this,asshole!”Her father tossed him a can of spermicide.Patrick, withdrew and doused her pussy with it.It was cold against her flesh and the handcuffs were chafing her wrists.Remounting her the fatman,released his load in her canal with a mighty groan.The thought that he could make the beautiful teen pregnant helping to bring on his orgasm.He plonked himself in a chair a sweating,heaving mass.Expecting a sudden coronary.The sight of Tina’s facial expressions as the man had cum made Robert,rock hard again.Her face had twisted with horror,disgust and loathing.He grapped the struggling young women as she tried to kick out at him.He pressed her down on her tummy.Kicking her legs apart and dryassed, sodomised her.
Tina,turned crimson.The vein at her,temple stood out against the skin and pulsed.He was really hurting her!The pain was the most intense she had ever experienced.It flashed deep in her, innards where the bastard was rooted dickdeep.She had felt a searing pain as he invaded her anus.She was sure he had torn he r pink rosebud.
Robert,was sweating like a rapist as he buttfucked his ‘daughter’.Her backside was clamped around his pole.His sweat flew from him and covered her back in yellow droplets.His stepdaughter,writhed and squirmed from the pain he was bestowing on her.A small amount of blood was welled around his cock,where he abused her.
He was starting to tire,he must have been going at her,solidly for at least 10 minutes.Patrick,was urging him to find more energy!”That’s it,Robert!Fuck her!Sodomise the young slut!Nail her!”.Robert,knew,second time around he would take ages to cum.He wanted that warm cunt again!He pulled out of her ass.He had to really pull back with pressure to extracate his cock from her tightfisted shithole.When it emerged it was caked with her excretment and blood,he turned her on her back.She was crying,hysterically into the gag.She had a pleading look in her eyes.Reaching out for a merciful part of his soul to bring her the relief she so desperately sought from this nightmare.He took no notice and with his dirty dick entered her beaver,he took her solidly,by each ankle,lifting her buns off the sofa and reamed her!He pulverised her pussy!Really socking it to her.The fucking,she was enduring etched brutally and painfully on her face!Her ass was gaping,beneath his pistoning cock,inflammed,the sight,drove him to new heights of surging,primal runting and he taught the teen a hard unforgettable lesson.He hurled insults and profanities at her as he humiliatingly,raped her.
“Feel me in ya bitch?You like it Tina?Huh?This is just the start cunt!…..We can tear ya apart.Ya, going to do everything we tell y.!Or I swear we will fucking KILL you”His words made her struggle against him in desperation.The sight of the gorgeous teens writhing body made him want to cum!He did’nt just want to fuck her physically.It was also his intention to snuff out her mind.To take away everything that was good and sweet about her!”Here ho!Milk Daddy’s cock!Milk it with ya puuuuuussyyyy!”
Pillageing and plundering!Finally,quenching his lust with the heaviest orgasm he had ever let rip in his life,inundating her canal and womb with his seed!
End of Part 1.

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Craving That Bitch | Chapter Two

DISCLAIMER*** This contains strong sexual fantasies including rape, torture and much more. If this makes you sick, please turn around. If this excites you, please stay.

Just one hour’2′ with my wifes best friend

Stacey rather sheepishly welcomed the large man into her house. She couldn’t explain why she’d been so compliant; maybe it was something about his mature powerful frame that unnerved her. He’d been polite asking if her husband was in; saying he was expected. She had looked quizzical at him. Her husband didn’t know any black guys; in fact both of them didn’t really like his type. But that would be how Stacey would word it, other might say they were just down right racist.
The Boss eased past her, his body enormous compared to her slim 5’5 frame. He’d seen photographs of her before today so his eyes didn’t linger embarrassingly; he already studied her at his leisure.
Today as of most times she was dressed in a tight white T-shirt and white tennis skirt. Stacey was slim with large hips and pear shaped ass. She dressed taking advantage of her assets. Small breasted she had long shapely legs today in a pair of white matching training shoes. Her skin was always tanned her neck and face freckled, eyes grey and nose upturned; with tied back long dirty blonde hair. This had streaks of black roots showing through her peroxide locks.
Her husband was watching the TV with a beer and his face turned like ash as the black dude entered dressed in his long trench coat. Stacey realized it must be in the mid eighties outside and wondered why he would wear such a thing. The man sat down taking a full settee almost to himself. The waif beauty offered him a drink her eyes showing confusion and a little nervousness.
The Boss man knew the routine; he’d have to explain, as normal the husbands always just sat there like rabbits in the headlights looking dumb.
“Have a seat young lady,” the Boss said in a deep southern drawl.
Stacey looked at her frozen husband as if for guidance. He remained silent, eyes lowered a little from her questioning stare.
“Did you know your husband had a gambling problem?” The Boss announced unexpectedly patting the arm rest next to him coaxing her to sit.
Stacey felt herself growing in anger as she sat knees together, prim, balanced on the edge of the soft chair listening. She was turning red with frustration as she was told how her precious husband had run up an enormous tag at a back street gambling den which the Boss owned. Stacey’s husband mumbled and spluttered an excuse why he hadn’t been round to settle it, adding he’d get it soon. Stacey’s eyes widened in disbelief, he’d just said 4000 bucks. The Boss caught her eye and instantly he knew they didn’t have anything near that amount available.
The man began to stutter some proposal but the Boss just raised his hand to quiet him.
“I already know you can’t pay for fucks sake. No one holds out on me unless they have no other choice.”
Stacey had been furious; now she felt her stomach go in knots. “What’s going to happen to him?” She said nervously.
The Boss shifted with menace his coat creaking as the leather moved. “Listen honey unless he pays up it’s what’s going to happen to both of you.”
She gave a whine her face shocked. “But, but…” The Boss stood up aggressively.
“Listen you fucks; I already know what I want in payment and if I don’t get it right now I’ll have my crew burn you’re fucking house down with you both in it!”
“Calm down, calm down!” The couple cried both trying to stand.
“Sit the fuck down.” He hissed. Both dropped to their seats like scolded dogs.
He took his coat off to show his large T-shirt chest, a pot belly growing above his waist band. He had a video in his pocket.
“Fucking put this on.” He ordered to her husband. “And you miss,” he snapped looking at Stacey,”sit down next to me.”
Stacey edged down against his thigh as he sat there legs open taking virtually all the settee. Once the video began to pay he told her husband to sit back in his drinking seat. The screen was just an electric snow storm which then turned to black and finally a brightly colored movie began to play.
Stacey looked at her husband still totally confused with what was happening. Then she put her hand over her mouth, it was some kind of porno! She never watched anything like this; in fact her husband told her he also never did; which stupidly and innocently she believed.
The Boss spoke gently to her. “All I want is one hour with you honey. Pay off all the debt.”
She looked at the video then back at him head cocked to one side not really understanding.
“But I…?” He shook his head. “Oh for fucks sake how much of a fucking air head are you? I want to fuck your brains out!”
She gasped, her mouth open invitingly, eyes wide in horror. Her husband instantly began making protests. Seeing the final understanding in her eyes the Boss continued.
“Yeah that’s right honey, I don’t need the fucking money and you need a solution right this minute.”
Stacey was shaking her head, talking in a high indignant voice. She wouldn’t, couldn’t; “who the hell did he think he wa…”
The Boss pointed a finger to her shaking hubby. “Ask him he’ll tell you.” Stacey turned for reassurance but her worm of a man just shook his head.
“We haven’t got any choice sweetie.”
Stacey gasped in disbelief. “We?” She shouted in anger.
The Boss turned the sound up on the video by remote as he leaned back.
“Good I take it that’s a deal then.” And pointing to her bloke he snapped. “Now fucking sit there for ten minutes then I want you to fuck off and don’t come back till four, is that clear?”
Stacey looked again at her husband and groaned as he obediently nodded shrinking in his chair.
“Now you fucking bimbo, “he growled, “open my zipper, take out my cock and let’s watch a movie together.”
Stacey s hand moved across to his zipper. What could she do? The man was big and powerful and her husband didn’t look like he intended to fight. Was this man as evil as he acted? She saw her husbands’ terrified face. Oh God there was no choice but to get on with it.
Her perfect nailed fingers open the fly and gently reached in. She gave a little moan of despair as her hand gripped his black slug the meaty length popping upright out of his pants, her very golden skin shinning around the dark baggy foreskin and purple head.
The Boss gave a satisfied groan telling her to gently wank his flesh.
“Watch the fucking movie while you do it honey get a real good look at what we could get up to!”
On the screen a sultry Latino was been spanked by four men. Each was in turn fingering her ass, forcing her to suck him. The Boss’s hand curled around Stacey’s tight waist to touch the top of her ample butt.
“Hmmm good girl use your thumb over my open slit.”
Stacey circled his spunk eye the head rough to the touch and suddenly felt precome begin to make the flesh slippery. She gave a small gasp of panic.
“Hmm you’re getting me real hot.” He announced as his eyes delighted in the video.
On the video the men were fisting the bitch, one of them with three fingers up her ass. The Boss told Stacey to get on her knees in front of him. She sat there trembling, her hand still slowly tugging eyes welling up. Her husband was shaking, the loud moaning from the TV distracting but the sight of his wife on her knees a big black cock in front of her kept his attention.
The Boss gave him an instruction. “Get your cock out.”
He refused his face one of panic only for the Boss to growl again.” Do it!”
He fumbled with his pants and his dick pink and stiff sprang upright the video obviously turning him on.
“Start wanking yourself,” the black thug ordered. He then looked down at Stacey, “and you get that pretty mouth of yours around my fat weeping end.”
Stacey’s husband took his cock red faced into his own hand and began to tug the foreskin. He could see his delicate wife knelt between the black guys legs. She had one long nailed hand on his knee the other making a small fist around his iron rod. She was in silhouette and her upturned nose and cute lips came ever closer to the bulging purple helmet. The blood was rushing up his pipes as his own rod become achingly hard. The hardcore movie was still playing; now a barely legal teen in some four way gangbang.
“Come on honey time to give your husband a show.” And with that the Boss’s hand cupped the blonde housewife’s head and pulled her mouth onto him.
“Mmmmm slurp, slurp!”
Stacey closed her eyes imagining it was her husband’s member; but realized that would be impossible. The thing was fatter the foreskin loose and as she stretched her lips the purple head rubbed up into the roof of her mouth. She could hear the groans of the Boss and the fleshy flaps of her husband’s cock skin as he jerked near by.
The Boss raised his hips forcing more cock in, Stacey starting to gag her hands pushing his pelvis back. He groaned. “Take it all the way down bitch.”
He turned to her hopeless partner.” Keep jerking that cock boy, or I’ll fucking choke her with this.” And if to demonstrate he gripped her head firmly and pinching her nose pushed deeper. Stacey bucked the head on her tonsils the thing filling her throat.
“Gggghhh cough! Splutter! Ugggggg!” The despairing man increased his rhythm fearing his wife might pass out.
The black thug was in total control and he grunted with satisfaction seeing Stacey watch her husband out of the corner of her eye. “He’s getting real hard baby.” He announced with glee. “He likes the sight of you swallowing a fucking hard black cock. Shall I tell him what’s in store for his naughty little whore?”
Stacey didn’t acknowledge him her eyes down mouth muscles struggling.
”A cute little bitch like you needs a real good ploughing, and you’re going to get it.”
She whined in response, mouth full of flesh.
The Boss admired her swan like neck accentuated by the tightly stretched back dirty blonde hair; the pony tail hanging down to her shoulder blades. He could see himself bulging in her cheek his end warm with spittle and young woman’s gasping breath.
“You’re going be a good girl for me Stacey,” he said sweetly.” Just an hour of your time honey, that’s all I want.” She whined again through her cute nose, mouth foaming a little around his cock.
Her husband felt his body starting to tense his hand a little numb with the thorough wanking. The Boss raised himself off the settee to start to thrust in and out of her mouth.
“Suck it, suck it you white bitch yeah,” he grunted as Stacey’s cheeks puffed and clenched, her mouth gripping his oily foreskin like a vice.
“Ug, ug, ug lets see you come boy!” He growled, looking back to her husband, who could feel himself reaching a peak.
His desperate wife was wresting to hold down the bucking black pelvis eyes wide in horror, the cock rampant in her mouth her teeth twanging the underside of his helmet. She managed to pull her head back crying out in despair. “Oh god uuhh oh, oh!” The Boss pointed to her partner.
“Oh yes baby look, look he’s coming. Watch it you fucking slut!”
Stacey moaned as her face still full of cheek puffing cock was twisted to see. Her man was heaving in his chair his fist red with effort. The boss’s cock sprang from her disbelieving mouth spittle training in a spider strand.
“Ugggggggggggggggg!!”
Her husbands tip erupted spunk, up and out, two, three jerks his fingers covered, the wads stink instantly filling the room.
“Uuggggggggg!”
He bucked with involuntary delight as Stacey’s watched hand over her mouth in disbelief; until finally he collapsed with a long pitiful moan. “Noooooooooo!”
The Boss pulled the sobbing Stacey back towards his cock. He gripped the hot shaft wiping it across her cheeks. Looking at the spent man nearby he narrowed his eyes.
“Now you take a hike mister. I don’t want you back before four, and don’t fucking get any stupid ideas about the cops. Your little Stacey’s going to get her brains fucked out, I can easily arrange blown out too.”
Her husband nodded zipping his pants. “I, I, I…” he mumbled reaching the hall.
His wife glared back in total disgust.
“Just get the fuck out!” She said shaking her head in utter contempt. And with that he left slamming the door behind him.
She felt the Boss pull her face forward and she opened her mouth to allow his now well inspected tip back down her throat. He turned off the groaning video allowing her obedient sucks and slurps to fill the room. Suddenly she thought she heard a noise behind her.
The kitchen door!
She pulled back in horror the man’s dick bouncing up into her cheekbones across her nose. She had panic on her face again, she was sat between a fat guys thighs his cock near to erupting. “Oh no there’s someone…” She gulped in embarrassment.
“Relax,” the Boss said clenching his teeth from the uncomfortable ejection. “He’s with me!” And with that she heard an Asian voice over her shoulder.
“Ah yes she’s as lovely as you described!”
Now she remembered. She had seen another figure sat in the driver seat of the Black mans park car. She’d completely forgot about him. She looked slowly over her shoulder at the new visitor.
“Oh Jesus!” She squealed. “Oh no, no ohhhhh!”
In the door way was a shirtless hairy Asian man his jogging pants loose, feet bare. He had a black bag in his strong dark arms his stance like some action figure, legs apart, arms curled wrestler style, hands as fists. His head was covered with a bizarre leather mask, an open zipper for a mouth, the material black leather.
“This is my associate,” the Boss announced holding his dick and balls to keep them fully aroused. “You can call him Mask; and honey you better be good cos he’s not as nice as me.”
Up until now Stacey had felt unsure and a bit scared. She had hoped that this man would have just had his fun and left. The Boss although menacing had been almost affectionately polite to her; and though a lot older he had a certain animal charm. Even after he’d called her a bitch and been so arrogant she had rationalized it all until it virtually made sense. It had to be done for the house, for her lifestyle and well even for her useless husband.
But now her gut twisted, and her chest rose in a slow pant. Some of her tied back hair had escaped and now hung in strands across her freckled nose and high cheek boned features.
“Oh God, two… err, I…” She stammered as the Asian man neared her.
The Mask dropped his bag and gripped her slender wrist.
“On your feet you sexy little tart,” he growled.
His other hand rubbed across her t-shirt chest squeezing through the material. Stacey grunted and then half yelped as his hand shot under her short skirt to goose her ass. She made a pathetic attempt at a struggle looking back at the Boss; her eyes disbelieving; as the Mask examined her like a piece of meat. First her ass, then her tanned thighs were stroked.
He gripped one small tits making her back arch, then caressed her swan neck his finger pushing up to her hot wet mouth. All the time he was grunting in approval.
“Hmm, yes, hmm, good, good ahhh,” he said in examination until he finally gave a non negotiable order.
“Fucking lay on the kitchen table while we get a good look at you.”
Stacey whimpered a little and again looked back at the Boss. He was beginning to stand pointing in that direction. She almost jumped out of her skin as the Mask suddenly hooked his finger inside her tiny briefs ripping them from under her skirt. “We won’t need them!” He mumbled to himself.
Then he suddenly had a worrying thought. “My timer!” He said, panicking.
The Boss frowned pointing to the chiming clock on the wall.
“It’s three now, we won’t be disturbed till four. You don’t fucking need your timer!”
The Boss shook his head; his friend was one crazy fuck. But he didn’t know anyone else as willing as him. “Shit.” He just had a thought. Had he just got out of the car dressed like that, mask and all? The Boss didn’t have time to ask before Stacey decided to struggle for real.
Both men instantly grabbed her arms, the Bosses cock nudging the small of her back the Mask hooking under her knees to lift her onto the pine table. She whined and grunted neither man raising their voice, both in control; practiced. She was flat on her back the hard surface making her chest thrust up, her plimsoll rubber screeching on the surface.
Her shoulders were pulled to the table edge so her neck and head dangled over the side. In this position she was unable to resist for long before her head tired and fell back. The Boss was holding her shoulders down allowing her hands to grasp the table sides. His cock was above her stretched neck and chin and he angled it down horizontal. It came to her lips and she had little choice but begin blowing the old black fuck. But this time her nostril pointing up into his fats balls, his cock sliding straight deep into her upside down mouth and throat.
“Mggggggggg!”
The Mask was now between her feet, the shoes and claves dangling over the opposite table edge to her neck. She felt her thighs been spread by cold hands and she wriggled. The Boss grunted as she shifted, his cock slowing servicing her mouth.
“Uggg stay still, your not getting up till I let you. Just lay back and take me baby.”
She felt the suns rays from the wide window on her arm. “Oh God!” She thought in an embarrassed horror. What if the neighbours come round? Oh no, what if her parents did?”
She bucked as his cock slid deeper than he had gone previously. She gargled, the spittle dripping down her face over her nose collecting on her forehead.
The Boss admired her twitching throat and felt her spasm as his head pushed just a little too deep.
“Uggg yeah take it yeah!”
The Asian man was now up between her legs his hands struggling to force her thighs fully apart. Finally her legs were pinned down, knees wide apart the skirt stretched up to her tiny waist; and the Boss could see her almost hairless blonde pussy for the first time. The Mask moved two fingers to her slit and pressing down parting her flesh the pink clitoral region glistening in the daylight.
Now she was fully under control, taking his cock obediently the Boss felt he would explain more to her.
“Did you think I’d just settle for a suck and fuck?” He asked knowing she couldn’t answer.
“4000 bucks! You sure have got a high opinion of yourself honey.”
He paused to grit his teeth Stacey’s hot tongue and gums sending a shiver from his cock tip to his tightening balls.
“No sir ugh,” he paused again in arousing sensation. “We’re going do some pretty dirty things to you honey for that kind of money, and do you know what?”
Once again she couldn’t answer the cock now making her jaw ache with the effort, the blood rushing to her upside down head. “You’re going have to let us.”
He slowly increased his thrusts.
Stacey felt the wet touch of the Asians tongue as he began to lick and probe her young slit.
“Hmm good girl keep those legs real wide for him.” The boss ordered. “He’s wants to get his tongue up inside you and give you a fine cleaning out.”
Stacey shuddered, the cock now becoming almost too much, the tongue in her hole indeed going deeper and deeper his finger prizing her pussy flesh apart. Her bud felt the flick of his tongues rough surface and then his lips nipped. She gargled, one hand reaching down to hopelessly push his head back the other reaching up to grip the black mans shaft trying to control its entry.
The Boss groaned as her tiny hand gripped him. His hands reach onto her t-shirt mounds squeezing the flesh and nipples through the material. Stacey in turn gripped his cock harder as he rhythmical pumped. His friend bit and licked her exposed pussy and she bucked as his tongue touched a nerve bundle.
“Oh fuck!” The Boss thought to himself, the filthy scene becoming too much to bear, “I not going last much longer.”
The Boss pulled the wet tip of his cock from her mouth; Stacey instantly gasping for breath. The Mask also lifted his head away from her tasty slit his hand wiping across his zippered mouth hole, spittle shinning on the black leather chin.
Stacey was able to pull herself upright surprised he hadn’t come, though greatly relieved. The Mask still lightly had hold of her, his hand around her thin upper arm himself a little surprised by the big guy’s actions. The slim blonde curled her legs to her side, shoes and top still on; but her panties now missing. The Boss was silent just breathing heavily and he pointed for Stacey to move to the edge of the table. The Asian man understood immediately and roughly pushed her until Stacey’s butt rested on the overhanging edge.
He immediately and roughly pushed her until Stacey’s butt rested on the overhanging edge.
She felt like a total whore, the black man opening her long legs pushing his waist between them, his cock waving the purple head drooling.
“Uhh, oh, oh” Stacey moaned realizing both men were positioning her for a fucking.
The Mask forced her forward so she half sat on the table edge looking down between her stretched thighs. The Boss’s cock appeared very long. It also looked painfully erect, the head tugged slightly to one side by the over stretched foreskin.
The Boss knew he would come buckets and he enjoyed seeing their faces when his rod finally started hosing up inside them. Only last week he’d noticed a couple in the high street that he had rented a place to months back. The cute brunette had a fat pregnant belly and he’d thought of when he had fucked the squealing girl in front of her boyfriend until he had completely filled her. Like Stacey and her man they’d been desperate to repay a debt owning. There had been rumours it wasn’t her boyfriend child and the Boss had wondered what chance it was his.
Now he hoped to repeat the trick with this tanned innocent wench.
“Yeah that’s its Stacey open them legs real wide. Ugh yeah just a little…”
“Ughhhhhhh!”
The Mask pushed her head forward. “Look down bitch, watch it go in.” The tip was opening her lips the black cock looking huge against her white skin.
“Oh, oh, ohhhhhh, “she grunted then squealed The cock head popped into her, pussy lips gripping sucking it inside. “Ooooooooooo!”
The Boss pushed his hips forward and his cock was buried up her to the hilt in moments.
“Ugh yeahhhhh ah, ah, ah!”
Stacey’s butt was bounced up and down off the table as he began to fuck hard and purposefully. The rigid pole hurt as he forcefully rammed up her.
“Ugh, oh shit, aww, aww ugh, ugh, uggh, eieeeehhhhhh!”
She squealed loudly her head flinging back her small hands gripping his shoulders to steady herself.
The Boss was pounding back and forth no time for subtlety wanting to pump his thick wad deep inside her.
“I’m Going to fill you bitch, Ughh! Yeah oh man uggh, ugh uggggggh!”
Stacey’s small frame was shaking as she grunted and gasped; each thrust making her nip her lip in discomfort and sensation. His cock end was nudging against her cervix and she gave an eye popping expression as her dead end was battered with his thick ram.
“Uhhhhhhh!”
His massive chest almost filled her line of vision and she couldn’t help but keep glancing down at the shinny dark skin slipping in and out of her.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!”
Her flesh slapped against his pelvis the sloppy noise of constant penetration filling the air mixed with his and her grunts. Her pussy was burning the end thumping hard against her deepest end. Her legs were aching so was her back, the masked man still pushing her into the sitting position making her have to grip under her own knees to keep her thighs apart. Only a few hours ago she would have never imagined such humiliation; here on her kitchen table her pussy squelching to a horrid dark mans cock.
His face was twisted and she knew he was about to…”Ooooooooohhhhhh!”
She gave a cock stiffening squeal as his big tip erupted. The mans dick felt like its head had exploded inside her. Her pussy was awash with his come and she felt him ramming the filth into her cervix entrance.
He growled triumphantly as his meat bucked and spat. Two, three, then more shots her pussy instantly becoming as slippery as if he was fucking warm jam. His cock slopped from her hole almost without him needing to withdraw; the end trailing a long strand of thick semen.
Stacey gave a groan of dismay as her lips closed the goo still attached like an umbilical cord to his cock; until finally it snapped and dripped to the floor.
“Oh God! Nooooooooo!” She whined as if she expected her fucking to have finished in a much more sanitized way.
He stood back winding his tired monster back into his pants. “Oh man! I needed to do that!” He groaned as if in explanation to his masked friend.
Stacey finally closed her legs and looked over her shoulder. “Is…is… it you’re turn now?” She asked her eyes pleading for mercy.
The Mask nodded and spoke. “Yes it is young lady and you better do everything I say. Do you understand?” Stacey nodded looking worriedly back to the Boss.
The Asian man then climbed off the table for his bag of tricks. He produced some rope manacles which he gave to the Boss. The black guy helped Stacey from the table ripping her t-shirt from her then her skirt till she stood there naked and embarrassed. She was now totally naked in her daytime kitchen. As he pulled her arms behind her he spoke.
“Once I’ve tied your wrist get on your knees.” Stacey did so the cold tiled floor as uncomfortable as where she had just been pinned.
She started to moan and shake as the Mask produce long lengths of rubber tube from the bag. Some of it appeared to have valves; other bits appeared to be inflatable.
“What’s going on?” She stammered her blonde locks still tightly held in a pony tail her ample butt glowing against the dark floor tiles.
The Boss pushed her neck down so her cheek rested on the cold floor tiles, her ass rising as she knelt. “Oh Stacey let me show you!” Was the sinister reply from the leather clad man as he knelt behind her.
The Mask took a long deep suck of his fat forefinger while his other hand spread Stacey’s butt cheeks. The Boss had her pinned head on the floor as she wiggled and whined.
“Uh what, you’re hurting me… ugh.” Suddenly her eyes widened and she gave a scream as the masked man pressed on her shitter with the tip of his wet forefinger.
“Uhh, ugggh oh, oooooowwwwwwww!”
He slid the wet digit into her ass hole the spittle lubricating the entry only slightly.
“Ooooooohh, awwwwwwww no, no you c… ahhhhhhh!”
His finger bent inside her as he pushed until his clenched fist slapped against her puckered cheeks. “Ugghhhhhh!”
The Boss laughed looking down into her eyes, his hand still around her long neck pressing her down. She squealed as the Mask energetically pumped his finger in and out of her sore butt, spitting onto his emerging digit to make the experience only slightly less sore for the horrified wife. He grunted in satisfaction twisting his finger to widen her canal gloating as he did. “So tight, yeah uh real tight. That’s it baby squeal.”
He increased his jabbing along with an increase in Stacey’s bucking and whining.
“Uh, uh, hmmm yeah can you feel it? Can you? All the way in like a dirty little worm.”
His finger writhed around pressing on her sphincter trying to weaken her tiny little chute.
She gave a gasp of relief as his finger finally pulled out, her ass now red with embarrassment. The man was now fiddling with attachment nearby but she couldn’t see what. The Boss smiled at her as he watched the view she was unable to see.
The Mask had the strange rubber tube device in his hand. It was like a hard rubber golf ball with two tubes running through its middle. On one side they protruded maybe half and inch on the other they snake down into two long rubber pipes. One of these he had attached to the sink faucet head, the other had a valve half way down to pinch it close. That end just hung loose to the floor.
The Mask was smearing the rubber golf ball with KY jelly as the Boss pressed his finger into Stacey’s hot ass hole to get a good inspection himself.
“Awwwwwww, oh stop not agai… aggg!”
The black mans finger thrust inside her and he too gave her a flurry of burning thrusts.
“Hmmmm yeah that is tight, uh, that’ll do just fine.” She was able glance over her shoulder now and she was speechless with horror.
The Mask was bending down pressing the tube ends and the greased ball against her hole. She squealed as he pushed hard her muscles not wanting to part; then like she was doing a huge dump she gave way the ball end popping inside. She grunted as her ass rim snapped back closed with a desperate grip around the two exiting pipes. The ball was now trapped inside her anal canal, and as her muscles tried to push it out, her sphincter remained firmly shut forming an air tight plug inside her.
Stacey’s mind was in overload,” what were they trying to doooooooo!”
The Boss turned the faucet and the tube filled with warm water racing along up to the point where it disappeared inside her ass then…
”Uggh oh, god ugh, ugh no, no, no!!”
Her butt void began to fill with the rushing warm water. Once inside it had no where to go the exit tube had a valve sealing its escape. It could only go deeper and push her flesh wider as her rectum began to accommodate the fluid.
“Oooooohugggh, ugggggh!” Stacey squealed her eyes wide in panic and disbelief. Her gut was been filled and it was so uncomfortable. “Uggggg, no, no more stop, stop!”
The Men were watching intently the tap faucet not fully open just enough for a steady warm flow.
“Take slow deep breaths” Coached the Mask as he examined her butt crack, not a dribble of fluid escaping.
“AGGGGG, no more uggggh!”
She cried desperately writhing on her knees. The hiss of water changed as the faucet began to struggle to pump anymore into her.
“Aggggggggg!”
Stacey was feeling sick her gut bubbling the water so far inside her that progress was getting difficult. The Boss turned off the supply. “That’s enough I think!” He said knowingly realizing her screams were turning from indignity to outright pain.
The two men groped her ass and pussy. Her groin was swollen and her butt cheeks appeared puffed out as her inside struggled to stretch for the watery void. She was moaning her arms aching still bound behind her. She rested her face on the tile keeping her ass high which seemed to relieve some of the discomfort.
The Mask knelt beside her face, pulling down his jogging bottom his cock standing up to attention. He admired his captive. She was slight of frame her waist so small, out to a well curved hips and that fantastic spankable ass.
The two red rubber tubes looked bizarre sprouting from her crack like storks of a buried plant. Her long knelling legs tapered to thin elegant calves and her ponytail head looked up the high cheekbones and pouting thick lips sending a surge of lust through his cock. He groaned in satisfaction; knowing how much water she was now reluctantly containing inside her tight hot ass.
The masked man wasted no more time. He straddled her upturned butt his hands gripping under her groin to widen her thighs. His cock was at her pussy its head rubbing her slit. Her insides would be cramped due to the expanded anal cavity, he knew it would be an “oh so tight fuck.” As the Boss egged him on he pushed inside her pussy; and she squealed much to his delight.
“Agggggg, God, shit uh uhhhhhhh!”
Her pussy would hardly open the walls pressed closed.
“Agggggg!”
His cock was in and sliding up her. Her tummy gurgled as fluid adjusted in her belly and ass.
“Ooooooooo, nnnnnnnnnn!”
He reached as far as he could go his waist slapping against the sprouting ass.
Then he began to pump!
She though she would throw up her insides flexing and gurgling the thrusting not only burning her pussy but massaging her bloated ass. “Uh, ug, ug oh, oh, oh shittttt!” She gasped feeling the man’s hard rod burrowing up her artificially tight hole.
The Mask was loving it. From his doggie position he could see her shoulders and hips quivering. Each fleshy slap of his groin onto her butt made her squeal. And he knew it wasn’t just because his wet head rubbed deep inside; each thrust made her tight sphincter flex with the internal pressure and almost spit the big rubber cork from her.
The Boss turned the faucet again and she screamed as more water tried to fill her. A second later the Mask unclipped the valve on the exit pipe and she felt her muscled begin to squeeze water down the tube out onto the floor.
“Uggggggggg!” She grunted in disgust.
The tiles began to pool with dirty water, but the faucet still ran slowly meaning a continuous current of warm water now rinsed her pounded gut before been emptied onto her kitchen floor. The Mask gripped her waist and fucked harder. Each forward thrust made the exit tube bulge and pump with a momentary increase in water pressure.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
“Ug, ug God ugh stop, stop ugggggg!” Stacey was been rinsed thoroughly each thrust making her squeal with humiliation and discomfort.
The Mask pulled his cock with some difficulty from her twat. The hole gratefully clamping shut. The two pipes were clipped close again her inside still bloated with fluid and the faucet attachment was removed. The Mask waved his cock over her face as the Boss gripped her shoulders lifting her so she could suck.
The men spoke together. “Is it too much? You need to go don’t you? You need to shit honey, yeah? Empty that cute ass of yours?”
Stacey only half acknowledged them the gurgling water feeling like it was slowly been absorbed into her body. The Mask thrust his cock in her mouth his hand jacking hard on his saggy foreskin length.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!”
The Boss squeezed her butt and she gave a startled expression and gargled in protest. The Masks cock was filling her gums, pushing against her cheek walls making them bulge. As he fucked her pretty mouth he explained. Once he had shot his load into her throat they would let her go to the john. The clock said almost 3:25 pm.
Stacey needed to go so much, she double her efforts her hot mouth sucking for dear life.
She felt the hot semen hit the back of her throat, the spurts emptying copious amount of white filth down her gullet. She gulped and coughed tasting the hot Asian load, the fluid smearing her pearl white teeth a trail coming from her wide lips as he withdrew in total satisfaction. “Yeahhhhhhhh!”
The Boss gripped her ponytail unfastening the tie so her blonde mane hung free. He pulled her up by it as she yelped her bound hands making it difficult to get to her feet.
The spunk was dripping from her chin onto her freckled chest, her eyes watery and pathetic.
“Get up stairs,” he ordered.
The Mask pushed her along as the Boss followed with the bag of tricks. She walked bow legged her ass swollen and unwieldy. The tubes hung down and as she began to climb the stairs the Asian slapped her butt getting a panicking yelp from Stacey. She felt the pressure on her hole even more now that she was standing and feared the rubber plug would just explode any moment from her ass.
Half way up the stairs the Mask gripped her shoulders. “Just here honey this’ll do.”
She looked confused then felt the two pipes been tugged. The Boss was pulling them taut the rubber plug under pressure to eject.
“Aw oh God no, not here, no please let me ug, ugggg, uggggg!”
The Asian held her firmly laughing the Boss straining to pull. ”No do your toilet here.”
“Uggggg oh no, no, no!” The ball was appearing spreading her ass hole wide the pink skin shinny and sore.
“Awwwwww shit, shit, please not on the… ugggggghhhhhh!” The thing was almost out any seco…
“Aww whosssssshhhhhhh!”
The plug had finally spewed from her ring the water farting out in one torrential ass belch. “PhugggggggttTTTTT!”
Stacey ass released her load in a wailing continuous shit. Her sphincter coughed and spluttered the dirty fluid over the stairs, and down her calves. The revolting sound of escaping air and fluid made her almost retch; the two men cussing as the filthy spray spattered them too.
“Uggh you dirty fucking bitch. You just fucking shit all over us.” They taunted, as Stacey sobbed in horror.
They left the soaking stairs and discarded ass tubes behind as they reached her cute homely bathroom too late for poor Stacey. The room was white tiled with a shower cubicle and ornate free standing bath. The Boss rummaged in the cupboard as his friend rinsed the poor girl down in the cubicle. The black man found what he wanted. He produced a bottle of baby oil.
“Do you smear you’re mans cock with this,” he asked insultingly.” I bet you do honey, give him a slippery hurried wank?”
Stacey glared back. “You’re both fucking filthy sad bastards.” She shouted over the hiss of the cleansing shower.
The men pulled her out, and the Boss towered over her menacingly. “Listen, you fucking bitch how would you like to go through that again? Except this time we’ll force the exit tube down your fucking throat. How would you like to shit into your own mouth?”
Stacey was speechless her body slumping at the shoulders her knees nearly giving way. The image in her head was obscene.
The Boss continued. “We need a little time to get hard again for you; so until then we’ll just have to amuse ourselves with a few little toys.”
The Asian unbound her hands and she looked like she might run. “Don’t be a fucking fool;” he hissed in her ear. “Get in that bath tub and start oiling yourself up.”
She felt the bottle placed in her hand. “Oiling?” She said quietly. “Every little bit of you honey.” He replied. “Get yourself so slippery you’ll look like you’ve been dipped in a vat of it.”
Stacey got into her white central bath after removing her dirty trainers from her feet. The men then knelt either side and watched as she poured the oil over her tits, arms, and shoulders. It ran down her spine to her ass crack. It pooled in the bath and coated her thighs and legs. It covered her painted toes, her neck and down between her sampled slit. The two men began to strip until finally all three of them were naked in the warm afternoon washroom.
Stacey by now looked a golden brown the oil accentuating her tanned body. It glistened as she slipped and slid in the bath tub. The two men had not wasted the opportunity to smear and rub the oil into her soft flesh. The Boss had massaged her tits until the pink nipples stood out firm and aroused her modest domes hard and shiny. The Mask had opened her thighs and with Stacey hopelessly trying to stop him he had squirted the bottle head up her pussy.
She squealed as he pulled her long leg making her slide onto her back. Once again the bottle neck was squirted inside her, this time oiling her sore butt hole thoroughly. Yes Stacey was now a very slippery, slimy girl indeed.
The clock downstairs chimed for the half hour, and the Boss his fat belly now covered in oil reached for the bag. Stacey watched eyes wide as a procession of sex devices was taken out and handed round.
First there was a suction cup and pump, next anal beads then a ribbed monster dildo. Stacey watched innocently as each was inspected unsure of what each was used for. The men wasted no time in beginning to show her.
Stacey could hardly keep herself level as her slippery body rolled around the tub. The men had her knees and they lifted one over either side of the tub her butt lifting of the ground her hands gripping the bath sides to steady herself. Her ass was so oiled up she only began to feel the beads after the first two inch parted globes had been slid up her. The ten plus beads were all the same size on a piece of flexible rod, the Mask slowly twisting it as he skewered her ass.
“Ooohhhhhhhh oh, oh take it slower! Uhhhhhh!” She moaned like a cheap whore her pussy now also coming under attention.
The Boss had placed the clear groin shaped suction cup over her blonde pussy, the oil making a firm grip. The small tube snaked to the hand pump which the Boss began to squeeze, gently but rhythmically. Stacey felt the cup suck hard on her slit the removing air and oil making an air tight fit.
“Uhhhh, what? Why?” She groaned four or more beads in her back hole, her clit been exposed as the suction cup pulled back her oiled clitoral lips.
The Boss continued to hand-pump the device; the oil around her pussy bud visibly bubbling. “You’re going come for us honey, like the good little whore you are!”
Stacey began to moan slowly at first, but steadily building. The suction cup was flexing on her almost bare pussy, the thing making a dirty sucking noise. Her clit was under intense pressure the sensation like tugging and licking all in one. Her pussy canal had been sucked empty of any remaining air and her walls trickled with juice, that too been slowly drawn from her. She bucked as the anal beads now wiggled 6 globes in.
“Oh God!” She though biting her lip, “no further up please, pleaseeeeeee!”
The Mask quizzed her. “Does it feel like it’s in your throat, yes? Good, soon this will feel like a walk in the park.”
Stacey felt the beads been pulled from her, one after another, plop, plop! Finally the last one bust from her sphincter and she gave a satisfied grunt. “Ugg!” She wondered why he had said that. The sensation had been horrendous how worse could it get?
“Open your legs wider,” ordered the Boss. “You’re getting hot aren’t you?”
Stacey pushed her pelvis up looking down in awe at the strange Perspex suction cap. Inside she could see her flesh vibrating the sensations getting stronger and stronger. “Oooooo!” The Boss nodded to his colleague. “Quickly before the little bitch comes, hurry!”
Stacey began to gasp and splutter as the Mask pushed the fat dildo against her ass. The thing was large, like a rubber corn on the cob; but much bigger. The ribbed sides and rounded tip were twisted against her abused ass.
“Uh, oh, oh, oh.oooooohhhhhhh!”
She flung her head back nails biting on the porcelain rim of the bath. She was taking it. “God it must be 3 inches wide how the fuck was it going… ugggggghh!”
Her rim stretched allowing the ribbed edge to bump along up inside her.
“Ugggghh, no, no, uggggh!”
It felt like an arm or a fucking python. But this huge snake wasn’t smooth instead the raised nodules made the penetration more intense. The sensation was ecstasy and pitiless humiliation. Her husband had done this to her! Made her the plaything of two dirty ethnics! The men had her totally dominated her legs wide like a cheap tart. She felt the fat dildo somewhere deep in her rectum amazed at how her body could accommodate it.
It was all too much.
The clit sucker was working overtime, now this monster was busting her ass. She began to cry and moan at the same time. “Oh God ugh, ugh!”
She knew she was coming, “Oh heavens the embarrassment her body giving in.” The dildo was hard inside her as her anal muscles began to spasm. He clit burned and frothed.
“Ugh oh, oh, ugh, no, no, nooooeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!”
She convulsed slipping further onto her back. The Mask rammed the rubber cock to the limit her gut twisting. She desperately tried to grip the suction cup to pull it from her.
“Awwwwwwwwww!”
Her ass muscles contracted more, shitting the huge cock almost out of her.
“Oh, oh, noooooo ug, ugg, uuuuuhhhhhhh!”
Stacey came like never before!
She collapsed a quivering wreck in the oily tub her long fingers finally managing to pull the sucker from her swollen bud and slit. “Urrrr thank God!” The two men stood over her satisfied with her performance. She looked up with innocent sexy eyes her face red with exertion.
“You beasts,” she snarled.
The Boss held his fat limp cock over her and then she notice the Mask also had the same stance. She suddenly had a terrible idea what was next.
“Oh no you’re…” She didn’t get time to finish before both men began to urinate over her slim shoulders and firm tits. “Uggghhhhhhh!”
Their piss splashed her face running in streams between her legs. The Boss pulled her hair towards him so he could hose her cute face. The Mask put a foot on the bath lifting him higher so his cock showered her brow down over her high cheek bones to that wide sensuous mouth. In less than a minute they’d fully relieved themselves over the panting, coughing, spluttering housewife.
They only had twenty minutes left with her by the time they’d yet again showered her clean. Stacey didn’t care any more. She’d been deep throated, had her ass filled, then emptied, fucked with strange devices and finally pissed on. How much more humiliation could they do?
In her charming bedroom the Boss had found something. “Put this on,” he demanded as he stood there oil black, naked his belly hanging over his cock. She gave an anguished moan. It was the Basque and stockings from her wedding dress. In his other hand was her delicate banded veil.
She shook her head but the Mask slapped her face. She gave a yelp then quickly began to dress. The men helped her, no time to waste. At last she was on the bed white Basque and stockings, no knickers but with her 3 inch white heeled wedding shoes on. The Boss threw her the veil and finally she was dressed for their fantasy.
The two men climbed onto the bed, the Mask shouting with glee. “I want our fucking bride’s ass first!”
He pushed her down spreading her knees pushing them wide and back to her corseted hips. His cock was at her ass hole nudging her exercise sphincter. She felt him push and she moaned as the fat hairy Asian began to ease up her hot sickly sweet ass. Stacey gripped the sheets her hands rigid in discomfort.
“Oh God, ugggggghhhhhhhh!” Her wedding night had been nothing like this!
Stacey gripped the bed sheets tightly her legs spread, knees bent. The Masks cock was not as thick as the corn type rubber monster he had used before; but she still gave a painful moan as the dark flesh squeezed inside her. The man gripped her corseted waist watching her ass gasp as more and more flesh was buried. She felt very hot around his cock the earlier oiling making him slip more easily in.
He pushed until his hairy base pressed against her tender cheeks. Her face showed the discomfort her lips nipping and eyebrows rising. He made his hip move in a circular motion and watched her butt wobble as if she was sat on the seat of a rickety train carriage. The Mask pushed her knees wider and down making her pelvis rise until her knees almost touched the sheets.
“Ahhhh no, too wide agggg!” She felt like he wanted to snap her like a wish bone.
He began to thrust in and out of her butt, taking long strokes the cock coming almost all the way out before sliding firmly back to the hilt.
“Ug, ug, ug, oh, oh, ugg!” Stacey grunted her arms gripping the bed board behind her head thrusting her bust up. “Oohhhhhhhhh!”
The Boss was enjoying the view. Stacey clad in white wedding Basque and stockings her legs painful wide, her ass taking the Asians cock with a dirty rutting noise.
Phlut! Phlut, Phlut!
“The dirty bitch loves it!” He announced watching her act so obediently.
Stacey moaned shaking her head.” No, no, no!” She thought over and over. Her ass was burning but the sensation was easing a little, only the sickening nudge of his head too far in causing her real discomfort. “Ugggg!”
The Boss knelt on the bed pulling at the Masks shoulder. “My turn.” He ordered. Stacey gasped with relief as the cock popped from her hole. She was ordered onto her knees the Boss groping her fleshy butt as he pulled her into position.
“That’s it like an obedient dog, bend over more honey.”
She yelped as his cock slid back into the slimy shit hole. He began to fuck her fast and hard his grunting almost as loud as her wails.
“Ugh, ugh aww eieeeee, eieeeeeeeeee!”
The bed was shaking as was Stacey her thighs quivering her hair now loose bouncing over her face like some wild woman.
Her shoulder thrust forward with each deep ramming her mouth coughing spittle. He wanted her to scream, to pass out or collapses anything to show she’d never been taken like this before.
“Aaaaaaaawwwwwwww Godddd nnnnnnnnnnooooooooo!!!”
Stacey began to convulse with horror a long wailing plea from her mouth, her claws tearing the pillows. “Agggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!”
The Boss satisfied she had experienced his fiercest ramming withdrew with another long moan from her. “Urrrrrrrrrrrrr!”
The Mask was pulling her hands to the metal bed board and he began to tie them with cord so they were firmly bound together and around the central column.
“Ug no, don’t I’m not resisting.” She cried feeling a little more dominated now she was unable to get out of the doggie position.
The Boss told her to “sshhhhh” as he examined the bonds. “We’ve nearly finished now honey you’ve been a good girl, so helpful.”
Stacey could feel her cheeks been spread again finger pressing into her ass.
“Aggggg what?”
The Mask was smearing more lube over her hole his fingers slipping in and out with impunity stretching her tight muscle ring. The Boss put his hand over her mouth pressing hard.
“Now steady Stacey, it’s important you don’t resist!” Her eyes show confusion yet an awful realisation that she just didn’t want to know what was next.
She felt a cone of greased fingers at her anus. The Asiansa hand trying to prise her open, then push further in.
Her muffled screams filled the house as the Boss pinned her bucking shoulder and hips with his other arm. The Mask was pushing his hand up her ass. The pressure extreme the pain and burning making her almost feint.
“No, no, noooooo!” She was frantic but held in place by dominating muscled arms, hand stopping her voice only her mind screaming.
The Asian was twisting his wrist his teeth gritted at the same time reassuring his sexy slave.
“Take it easy babe ugggg, that’s it agggg yes, yes ohhhhhhh yessssssssssss!”
She felt his slippery hand pass the widest point her muscle closing back still massively wide around his hairy wrist. The Boss took his hand from her mouth.
“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!”
The hand was enormous inside her anal void. As he twisted it she felt like shitting, screaming and throwing up all in one.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkk!”
He rubbed it back and forth ever so gently and she groaned her eyes welling, her mouth quivering. The Mask groaned himself feeling her hot wet inside seeing her spine arch as he flexed. “Oh Stacey you dirty little bitch, mmmmmmm!”
She struggled to move her hips, her legs needing to keep so wide not to put any more pressure on her over full rectum. The Boss was lifting one leg and she gasped as both men began to turn her on her side. Her hands couldn’t move so she found it difficult. The Boss was climbing under her instructing her to straddle him, till finally he was on his back fat belly like a dome with Stacey straddling his waist. Her hands were still stretch above his head the Asian man kneeling behind her his hand up her shitter to the wrist.
“Baby you’re my little fuck puppet!” he teased his hand in sensual heaven.
The Boss was pushing his cock towards her pussy, then into it.
“Agggggg!”
She began to ride down on his cock the penetration made much harder than before with her ass full to busting with a fist enema.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”
As she gasped and rode the Mask was slowly pumping more and more, her anal tract widening under protest.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”
The Boss stared into her innocent eyes. “Oh baby I can feel his hand its so deep ugh, mnnnnn, mnnnnn oh ride it baby faster com’n your husband will be back soon!”
She was sweating and moaning her eyes shut the feeling in her ass turning numb. The big black cock felt like a pole on which she’d been skewered and she was sure they were doing her damage inside.
She gave a pitiful moan to no one in particular. “Oh God why me? Ugggggg!”
“Clunk!”
The Boss heard the front door go and with the speed of a Panther he rolled from the bed reaching for his jacket. He pulled his pistol from the inside pocket and darted down stairs. The Mask and Stacey froze in mid pump her hair now a bedraggled mess over her cute nose.
In the hall Stacey’s husband froze. In front of him was the big fat black guy totally naked covered in sweat. In his hand was a silver automatic pointing straight at him. In his other hand was his long crooked cock still rigid; the foreskin taut and pulled back pointing skywards.
“I fucking told you 4 o’clock!” The Boss hissed.
Upstairs the Mask heard who it was so did Stacey and she cried out his name in desperation. The Mask slapped her ass with his free hand and began to fist harder and harder making Stacey plead. “Oh no too fast, stop, stop, uh, uh, aw, aw, aww nooooooo!”
Downstairs her husband quivered haering the writhing upstairs, “Aw Jesus! What’s happening?” The Boss grinned now quite happy he had returned to see the final act. “That;” he said triumphantly,” is the sound of you’re skinny bitch wife taking a hand up her ass!”
The Boss pushed Stacey’s husband up the damp stairs closer to the obscene sounds. He could hear his wife grunting and gagging, her pleas going unheeded. Also there was a slopping sound of flesh been plugged and he knew all too well that the Boss was telling him the truth. As he entered the bedroom he nearly threw up. His gorgeous wife was on her hands and knees, her wedding white stockings and basque covered in an oily mess. His eyes took seconds to believe the scene.
Her head was on the pillow as she bit into it, her hands tied to the bed board. Her waist curved out and up to her peach ass and he groaned at the view. A man he’d never seen before dressed only in a crazy zipper face mask had his hand wrist deep in her anus. The slopping, farting noise was air and oil escaping from Stacey as he made rapid thrusts in and out of her. The hole was so wide he almost thought she would split in two, the noises from Stacey appearing to agree with his concerns.
“Awwwwwoooooooo, ug, ug, ug, eieeeeeeee!”
Each time the Mask withdrew the oily hand she squealed as her ass began to close belching air; only for him to ram back in again making her give a deep grunt, “uhhhhhh!”
The Boss pushed her husband to the side of the bed as he struggled back. He didn’t want to get any closer he wanted no part of this. If he could just close his eyes maybe it would all go away. The Boss re-holstered the pistol in his jacket looking back at the man.
“Don’t even think of trying to draw this,” he warned, leaving the weapon in easy reach of the man. “Or you’ll be wearing it out of your ass.” Her husband just looked dumbfounded he wouldn’t know how to take the safety off, let alone fire one accurately. He nodded slowly still trying not to look at his wife.
Stacey let out an enormous scream. It was getting far too painful for her.
“Jeezzzzzzzzzz stop awwwwwweeeeeiiiiie!”
The Mask twisted his wrist and pulled his hand free with a sickening pop. Stacey screamed again her ass hole not closing fully, but instead remaining slightly gaping; a black wet hole the muscles needing time to regain their strength.
She looked up at her husband.
“Oh you bastard! You stupid bas… They’ve; they’ve…” She couldn’t even begin to explain to him the servicing she’d had.
The Mask was untying her wrists, his hairy torso almost as black as his colleagues, the sweat now dried and caked on him. He examined her seeping ass hole with his fingers.
“Yep that should do it, “he said knowingly.
The Boss was stroking his cock again, climbing onto the bed.
“I’ve already spunked up her pussy,” he explained to the pathetic man watching near by.” Yeah filled your wife to the brim.”
Both the Boss and Mask began to twist the exhausted girl into the position they wanted, moving her hips lifting her stocking legs; her wedding dress heels dragging at the bedclothes.
“Now we’re going to finish the prim bitch in that plump cute ass of hers.”
The Mask was on his back legs over the edge of the bed. Stacey was been lifted onto his cock facing away from him towards her husband. The man winched as he saw Stacey, long legs ever so wide sitting down onto the Asians prick. She shuddered as the rod bent up into her ass. He reached round to grip her tits tugging her back, and she gave a surprised expression as she was made to lean back the cock in her anus appearing between her raised thighs.
“Uhhhhhhhh!”
The Boss now stood between her legs, lifting her knees so she balanced on the belly of the Asian. He began to angle his hungry monster at the same filled ass as the blonde protested.
“Oh uh I don’t no ugg, uggggggghhhhhhhhh!” Her husband put a hand over his mouth. I couldn’t be possible! Stacey screamed and arched her back the Boss using his hands to force the issue until final he could ease himself in along side his friend.
She was taking two cocks up her ass!
The two fleshy tubes different shades of black sliding against each other, Stacey’s legs and hips lifted so high her husband could see under the Boss’s swinging balls to her private cute plugged by two men at the same time.
“Uggh, uggh, uhhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhh!”
Stacey rocked up and down the Masks body while he gripped inside her basque to twist her tits hungrily. Both men were grunting with pleasure the void so tight, but slippery as well. The Boss groaned with satisfaction seeing Stacey’s face knowing her husband could see and hear every disgusting detail. Both cocks rubbed against her walls, her sphincter now stretched like a pouting mouth.
“Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
The two men were bucking and ramming trying to gain an inch on each others cocks. As they both pushed in she felt her gut twist and spasm, tits sore, mouth dry.
“Ugh, ugh no more please uggggggggh!”
She wrapped her long legs around the Bosses wide hips and ass, bucking herself as he pumped home. The Boss raised his hips punching his cock up inside, making her ass lift.
“Ugghhhhhhh!”
The ramming was making Stacey feel feint her head lolled from side to side as her moaning became more distant. The Boss was holding her under her knees looking down at his penetration.
“Fucking dirty bitch is taking them both ugh, all ugh, the way in, ugg!”
He began to rip her stocking from her legs, then pulling her heels off. The Mask unfastened the Basque till finally she was the naked oily skinned babe again. He pulled her legs together making her moan in discomfort her butt cheeks pressing closer together. His mouth began to suck on her delicate toes his hands caressing her calves. The Mask was pinching her cheeks making her look to the corner off the room were her husband stood horrified.
The Boss withdrew his cock allowing the Mask to bounce forcefully up and down.
“Ugh, ugh, ugghhhh yeahhh! Uuukkkkkkkkkk!”
He came, a hot torrent in her his zipper mouth smiling as Stacey just gobbled air like a fish out of water.
He was tense for a few seconds them began to rant. “Get off me you fucking whore.” He snapped rolling her onto her front a white trail emerging from her none too tight anus.
The Boss was back on her pulling her up onto her hands and knees, burying back in with menace.
“Yeah, uh, uh, uh, take it, take it ugggggghhhhhhhhh!”
Stacey watched her husband standing directly ahead as the big man mounted her ass again. She felt his tool erupt coating her sore flesh with a mixture of runny and chunky semen.
“Uggggggghhhhhhh yeah ahhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!”
To her husband’s relief the hour was almost up.
The Boss began to dress satisfied with his hours work. As he put on his clothes he watched the Mask perform one final humiliation. He had a rubber ball the size of an orange. As he pinned Stacey’s neck down he pressed the grease globe against her loose ass hole. She squealed and her husband protested but to no avail.
With a despairing, suicidal scream from Stacey the thing popped inside her cavity, her void swallowing the sphere almost completely. Only a slight orange color could be seen gaping from her ass rim. She writhed around her nails touching the slippery surface but unable to get a grip.
“Aggg ugg get it out ugggggggg!”
The Mask pulled on his shorts and both men headed for the front door.
“She’s all yours,” they joked to the frantic husband as he tried to help his stuffed wife.
“If you get your fingers in far enough I’m sure you can pull it out!”

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My Innocent Addiction

Mr. Thomas has always wanted the youngest girl in the Evans family. His sights set on her for years, watching her growing. Now, he has her, and can do whatever he pleases…

Caras twisted revenge in her family (Prologue)

This is kind of a prologue to the first story. A lot of you guys messages me saying you wanted to know how she knew Dodge and how the plan came together so this is a bit of that. Next chapter up in a few days. As always message me telling me what you want too see happen to this twisted bitch

The Mulberry’s Nanny Part 1

The story is slow, but once you get through the beginning I guarantee it will get good. I hope my readers can enjoy what it’s worth. Miku is a 22 year old girl who recently moved to America in order to start a new life. Bright eyed, with an innocent face and full lips, standing at 5’4 106 pounds, she has a very petite, and slim build. Her skin is very pale, a few shades away from paper. Small A cup breast almost B Cups. She has a firm butt, and her hair hanging down her back she was eager to start her new life in America. Saving enough money from working in Japan she was able to afford a small apartment, but she knew that the money she saved up from Japan won’t last long so she looked in the newspaper a found a job as a nanny, and thought this job was perfect, and the quoted wage was fair, and this is where our story begins.

The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 28) – Fertile

Laura, a lesbian, is being blackmailed into a variety of activities designed to turn her into a cock-serving slut, including conditioning at the sinister Mayim Clinic, work as a prostitute, and a demeaning sexual relationship with her manager at her day job, Alistair. Addicted now to both the taste of cum and to sexually abusing her lesbian girlfriend, Laura slips further into degradation…

Spotted a Slut.

Spotted Slut.
WARNING
This story contains graphic and twisted themes if you do not like violence, rape, torture…please do not continue.
Hi, my name is Kylie, I’m 22 years old I have tan skin and a good figure. I have a fair sized ass and tits to match. I have medium length hair and dark brown eyes, I am 5”4 tall and I weigh 110lbs. Now let’s start the story.
His name was James and he was 25 years old with light skin and a toned body. He was bisexual but not overly gay in his actions. I knew the instant I spotted him that he would be mine, I would make him beg for me and I would make him suffer for my pleasure and he would enjoy every second of it. He was leaning against the bar in the club we were in. The club was a small dance club, and by the way he stood I could tell he didn’t come here often. I watched him, his eyes darting from two men kissing to another couple but this time a man and a woman grinding. I could tell he was aroused, although he kept himself under control.
After what seemed like decades I decided to approach him. His eyes now where fixed on the two guys kissing and I knew he was interested and wouldn’t notice me unless I drew his attention. So I proceeded to lean on the bar next to him. I looked at the men kissing knowing they’re both where hard I looked at James. His Jeans hugging tight to his body I could see the outline of his cock. He was hard, and I knew that I could have a lot of fun with him. I moved closer to him and spoke in a loud whisper;
“If you go ask them maybe you’d be able to join”
James jumped out of his trance and looked at me.
“I..I..How..They wouldn’t.”
“What’s your name boy?” I said with an intimidating tone.
“James” He said ducking his head in a submissive manner.
“James, walk over to those two men and ask to join” I said as I stared in his eyes.
“I can’t do that. No, no way.” He quickly replied.
“Do It. And tell them Kylie sent you.” I snapped.
James nodded and I watched as he approached the two men who were still kissing passionately. He looked back at me and I nodded and watched him ask to join. The two men stared at him, and I saw him panic them remember what I said. Instantly the men looked at me and smiled. Before I knew it he was sitting between them. These two men where much taller and stronger than James, Luka was 26 he had dark hair and dark eyes with sandy blond hair, and Chris was 25 with light skin big muscles and brown hair in contrast to his bright blue eyes.
Both men had their bodies turned towards James. His small body in between them looked so innocent. I saw the two men stand and Chris held James’ hand as the three of them walked out into the alley way. I followed them not hiding the fact I was there. Once in the alley way Luka grabbed James by the back of the neck.
“Now listen here slut” Luka grunted, “I saw you watching me and Chris, you think you can watch people and get hard in public, your disgusting!”
James stuttered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-“.
But before James could finish his sentence Luka slapped him across his face leaving a red hand print.
“SHUT UP SLUT” Luka shouted.
“Get on your fucking knees before I rip your throat out”
Instantly James was on his knees his eyes locked on Luka’s crotch, James knew Luka was large and his mouth watered at the site of his cock bulging in his jeans. Chris came closer now his crotch was also close to James’ face. Chris took his dick out and looked down at James as he slowly stroked it.
“I bet the slut loves sucking cock” Chris says as he grins at James. “Don’t you cunt?”
James’ eyes were locked on Chris’ cock as he stroked it, “yes”
Chris’ face turned to anger, “YES WHO?!”
James licked his lips before he spoke, “uh, yes. Sir?”
“Good boy, now open your slutty mouth” Chris said
James opened his mouth and closed his eyes expecting to taste a cock, but instead a steady stream of piss shot into his mouth.
“DRINK IT OR I WILL MAKE YOU WISH YOU WHERE NEVER BORN!” Chris bellowed loudly
James let his mouth fill with the man’s piss then swallows it, “Yeah baby you’re a good toilet aren’t you?”, Chris smiles.
James looks down at the floor and answer’s “Yes Sir”
Suddenly, James and pushed onto his back on the cold ground and Chris holds him down as Luka approaches with his thick long cock standing at full attention. I quickly walk over and grab James’ phone from his pocket and snap some photos of James’ on his back his cock straining at his jeans with two naked men above him. Chris warns James not to move as he undoes his jeans and pulls james’ jeans off him letting his cock spring free.
“On your hands and knees boy”, Luka commands
James get on his hands and knees and I snap a few more shots of his ass and cock hanging down between his legs.
Luka slams his hand down on James’ right ass check and then again to his left. I snap a photo of his red ass, as Chris walks in front of James and kneels allowing his cock to brush up against James’ lips.
“Open up and suck it good because I’m going to use your cunt till you can’t even stand.”
James instantly complies, opening his mouth and places it over the man’s erect cock. James moves his tongue around and along Chris’ cock sucking and licking as much as he can. When suddenly, he feels Luka behind him, spitting on his ass hole and rubbing it around.
“You look so tight boy! I can’t wait any longer.”
With that Luka slams his whole 8 inch cock straight into James’ hole. James bellows out a loud cry drawing the attention of a man and lady walking past. Chris notices them and stands and rubs his dick while it’s aimed at James’ face.
“Look boy, over there! That lovely couple is watching you get fucked in a dirty ally like a 50cent whore. I bet you like it too, don’t you?”
Chris snorts between his grunts. Luka slaps James’ already red ass once more as he thrusts in hard,
“Fuck boy I’m going to cum! Tell that couple what you are, now!”
“I’m a worthless boy slut who is good for nothing but being used for someone else’s pleasure.”
James says as he looks at the dirty ground below him. “Ugh fucking whore” is all Luka is able to say as he rams in and cum’s unloading several hot streams of cum into James’ hole.
.All this is too much for James and he feels himself on the edge of Cumming, “Please, please fuck me till I cum” James begs. This time it’s Chris who answer’s, “Get over hear near the wall boy.”
James crawls over to Chris and looks up at him, “Yes Sir?” “Stand up, put your hands on the wall and stick your fucking ass out slut.”
James knows better than to say anything about the couple watching him so he does as he’s told and sticks his ass out. James looks back over to me; I’m leant up against the wall with my dress pulled up and my hand rubbing my panty-less cunt. I see the lust in James’ eyes turn to fear as he feels Chris’ thicker cock poking at his ass.
“Oh look slut; it’ll be a tight fit even for your loose hole!”
James say’s nothing as he keeps his eyes locked on me whilst Chris slams his cock into James’ wanting hole. I snap a couple more pictures before I get back to pleasuring myself, I see Luka approach me and kneel down in front of me.
“Need a face to sit on?” I instantly grab his hair and shove his face into my cunt where he get’s straight to work lapping at my soaked pussy.
“See how he licks her cunt boy? That cunt is a goddess’ cunt. You’ll never get it.” Chris say’s as he forces James to look at me.
“Please can I cum Sir? Please let me cum!” James cries as his orgasm approaches.
“Alright, cum. You filthy whore!” Chris say’s as he slams in a final time Cumming wildly.
James spurts his cum out all over the ground beneath him and the wall. This sight and the expertise licking and sucking of Luka send’s me over the edge and I cum uncontrollably holding Luka in place so he can’t breathe.
I release Luka and give him a wink as he stands up and walks away dragging Chris along with him. The couple must of left when we were all pre occupied. I walk over to James and tell him to straighten himself out and meet me in the White hummer parked in front of the club if he wants more.
If he shows up or not. That’s another story.

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Robert & Alexis, Part One

This is different from the other story I have posted. I have been incredibly busy and did not have time to write. Yet, I was inspired to write this story, which in turn has inspired me to write my other story.

Humiliating Housewarming-party

This is my dark fantasy, based on the true story where I passed out on my own party. The picture is real, but everything that happens after the girl wakes up on the party is pure fiction. It’s my very first story ever, so please let me know what you think.

Raped in Turkey Part 1

Raped in Turkey
(Part 1)
By Joy Traveller
After her room is robbed a beautiful teenage American tourist is blackmailed into sex by an aging Turkish hotel manager
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The young Turkish woman entered the office. She was about 22, though her round, elfin face with its wide, near black, almond eyes and full red lips made her look younger. It was framed perfectly by long, midnight dark hair that flowed to her shoulders.
Her manner of dress would have been considered utterly immodest by the local standards of Islamic prudery. Her white tank top was too tight for a bra to be worn underneath. In the west, she would have been complemented on not needing to wear one. Shaped like plump, ripe pomegranates her firm youthful flesh needed no support. The low cut of her top did little to hide the fullness of her breasts, nor the proud, slightly upturned nipples that tipped them. Even in the dingy light of the office, the dark, puckered aureole that surrounded her nipples were plain through the thin white fabric that struggled to just cover them.
Her tight fitting black skirt was short; barely long enough to hide the tops of the sheer dark stockings that covered her shapely legs. She stood hesitantly. Eventually she drew enough courage to speak.
“You wanted to see me, Sir?”
Her question was directed to the owner-manager of the small hotel she worked for, now sat behind a large desk. He was about sixty (she guessed at his age; she did not know it exactly and had never dared ask). He was overweight. Too mean to pay for the air conditioning in the hotel to be fixed, even with no exertion the humid heat caused beads of sweat to form on his balding scalp. He did not acknowledge her presence. While she waited for him to respond she fixed her attention to a sweat bead that trickled down into one of the greasy grey-black arcs of unkempt hair that remained above his ears. He reached into the pocket of the grubby linen suit he wore and pulled out a stained handkerchief to mop it away.
He did not look up, but concentrated on the papers in front of him as he spoke.
“I called you ten minutes ago. Where have you been?”
The girl shuffled uneasily on her heels, nervously pressing her thighs together.
“I am sorry, Sir. But there were guests checking in at reception. I came as quickly as I could.”
He grunted a dismissal and looked up. “To more important matters. I see we have a new guest?”
The receptionist needed no more information. She knew exactly where this was going to lead. She hated being part of it, but she had no choice.
“We have a number of new guests.”
This brief evasion was, she knew, pointless. But it gave some sense of, well, trying.
The hotel manager was irritated by her obvious stalling. Looking up at last he made his clarification clear in staccato:
“Yes. A girl! European. Perhaps American. Blond. Probably no more than a teenager.”
The receptionist sighed “Yes, Sir. I think I know who you mean,” (she knew his tastes; he could mean no one else). “She is American. She booked in five days ago.”
“Which room?”
“Number 23.”
The manager’s eye narrowed. “And she is here alone?”
The girl sighed silently. “Yes, Sir. She is alone.”
The manager lent back in his office chair and grinned. “Excellent. Well then. It seems we have the chance of another…” He paused slightly for emphasis, “…project on our hands, doesn’t it?”
The girl looked down. Quietly she said: “Yes, Sir. It does.”
“Good,” said the manager. He stood. The girl noticed that although lose, the front of his ill-fitting pants showed a clear sign of his erection. The girl sank inwardly. The thought of another ‘project’ always excited him.
He moved from round the desk to stand beside the girl. He spoke quietly into her ear. “Yes. This girl will make a very good project. Do you not agree?”
Not altering her posture she silently turned her head towards him.
“You have the spare key to her room?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied quietly.
He nodded and mopped the sweat away from his balding head once more with the handkerchief balled in his palm.
“Good. But now, there is the matter of you being late.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I told…”
He raised his palm to quiet her. “Enough!”
Nonchalantly, he added: “Now raise your skirt and bend over the desk.”
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Emma lay on the beach, face down, her eyes closed, enjoying the warm sun bronzing her firm, teenage flesh. She felt the sudden cool of a falling shadow, the eclipse of warmth enough to make her turn onto her side and open her eyes. The shadow was that of a man standing above her, one of the many locals who frequented the beach. The resort was used by some tourists, but mainly by local men who would come primarily, Emma knew, to get a good look at the Western girls in their brief swimwear. She had never seen a local woman at the beach.
She squinted as her eyes slowly adjusted to the new light on her retinas. As the man became clearer she guessed that he was probably only in his thirties, but looked older. As his features took form, Emma realised he was quite ugly. A ridiculously brief thong just served to accentuate his flabby torso and short, hairy legs. Despite being on a public beach with a lot of people sunning themselves, she suddenly felt quite naked in her revealing cream string tie bikini. She rolled over onto her bum. Then she sat, pulled her knees up towards her chin and folded her arms around her calves. It was an almost instinctive move, the best she could do to hide her body from his too obvious gaze. She looked up at him.
“What do you want?” She inquired.
“You Anglazi,.. Deutsch?”
Emma pushed her shoulder length strawberry blond hair back over her ear, tilting her head slightly to one side to look the man in the eye. She had been pestered by local men almost constantly since arriving in Turkey and had learned in her short time here that a direct refusal was all that worked.
“No,” she said with a sigh she hoped would make her lack of interest clear. Then she added: “American”. She immediately regretted her qualification as he clearly took it to be an invitation to conversation.
“Ah, American! You holiday?” His poor English was delivered with a thick local accent.
“Yes,” replied Emma trying to make her lack of interest clear.
“OK. Is good. You meet me. Later. Have drink?” The man asked.
He reached down to his waist and pulled his thong up under his protruding belly. He bulged and Emma realised with a faint disgust that he was semi erect. Worse still, he clearly wanted her to see how big he was. She sighed inwardly. God, the local men were awful. Did they all think the best way to get a date with a Western girl was to flash their junk? Anyway, why did he think a creep his age would interest her?
Emma snapped from her thoughts. “No, sorry,” She said eventually, being as polite as her mood allowed. “I’m busy tonight.”
The man grunted a nod but did not move. He reached behind himself and pulled out the pack of cigarettes he kept pushed down the back of his briefs. He took one out and lit it. Though she had had the occasional cigarette, the thick, acrid smell of the local cigarettes made Emma feel sick. He proffered the pack to her.
“Smoke?” he inquired.
“No, thank you. I don’t,” Emma said, flapping her hand in front of her face somewhat moralistically to dispel the smoke.
“Tonight. Later. I take you to club. We have good time.”
Emma noticed that the man’s eyes had shifted from looking directly into hers. By the direction of his now transfixed stare she realised that in raising her knees she had revealed the thin strip of bikini brief that covered her pudenda. He drew back on his cigarette intent on savouring her inadvertent between the thighs show. This had not done anything to help the gross erection now clearly beginning to strain at the man’s thong. He saw that Emma had noticed it. Far from being embarrassed, he tried to suck in his belly and pushed his hips forward in a pitiful attempt to make himself more attractive to the beautiful young American.
“Excuse me!” Emma barked as she flattened her legs quickly.
He just smiled. “I take you to friend’s party. Have great time.”
“No, I’ve told you already. I’m busy!” Emma snapped her head back sharply, causing her blond hair the fly back and her full breasts to giggle slightly. A pink tip of tong darted across his lips.
“My friend. He have great parties. Lot of English German American girls go. He made a gesture of pulling a joint from his mouth and with a wink added: “You like smoke?”
“Look!” Shrieked Emma. “I have told you I am not interested. I do not want to go. I am busy.” Then, punctuating each word in a mimic of his broken English, “do… you… understand… me?”
With this the man shrugged and, pulling on his cigarette, finally walked slowly away.
Emma felt relief at his departing but she had had enough. This vacation was proving to be terrible. One week in and she wanted to go home. But her air tickets were not transferrable. She must endure two more weeks.
She had worked hard in her first year at university and felt she had earned a break. She wanted to get away from the dull weather of Boston, especially after the break up with her boyfriend. She could have travelled in the States but the need to explore the wider world a bit was strong. Her parents were quite unhappy at the thought of her travelling to Turkey. But she had argued that it was safe – a well known beach resort (actually Emma knew it was not that well known). She also told them she was travelling with two friends. This was, well, only a white lie. She had planned to travel with two friends but they had dropped out at last minute due to being broke. Emma was quite fortunate in having a small trust fund to call upon now she was eighteen. When her friends dropped out, she nearly cancelled the trip herself. But in a fit of bravado she had finally decided to go on her own.
Emma stood and reached to the sand for the short floral sundress she had brought with her. Not bothering to unfasten the buttons, she slipped her wrists into the arm holes and raised it above her head. As she did so, she noticed the group of local men who had congregated around her in an almost unbroken circle had not failed to notice that her pose now showed off her long slim legs, good hips and full breasts to perfection. She groaned and quickly slipped the sun dress over her bikini, stroking her hands over her body to smooth it down. She slipped her feet into her pumps and grabbed the beach bag that contained just sun block, water and the keys to her hotel room. To get past her circle of admirers, Emma had to practically step over one man in his fifties who rested prone on his elbow. As she approached he strained his neck, positioning his head so as to get a good and quite obvious look up her dress as she passed. By now she hardly cared about the local men ogling her. Lets the bastards watch. They can have a good wank later if they want to, she thought defiantly. In truth, the thought of the dark-skinned local men pleasuring themselves while calling her image to mind made her feel dirty.
Once past the men she took the short walk up the beach back towards her hotel.
Her hotel! Emma felt her depression deepen a little. God, it was as awful as the men. She had chosen it on line because it was near to the beach and, well, cheap. Emma recalled the third lie she had told her parents: “No it’s not an independent hotel. It’s part of a large chain.” The hotel looked good in the on-line photographs, but in reality was quite run down and even creepy. It was smaller than she expected with only about thirty rooms on three floors. It was dirty and the facilities none existent. The air conditioning never worked leaving the rooms heavy with a damp, cloying heat.
Once she reached her hotel, she stepped through the open entrance. Moving through reception she paused briefly to smile at the very pretty local girl who worked behind the desk. The girl smiled back, somewhat nervously, Emma thought. But the though soon evaporated.
Emma took the elevator up to her second floor room. She walked down the ill lit corridor with its dehydrated pot plants and approached the door marked 23. She slipped the key in. The lock felt odd, slack. As she started to turn the key the door pushed open. Her room was unlocked. She felt a slight twinge of unease. She was sure she had locked the door before heading to the beach. As she entered the room the slight unease turned to full panic. Her room had been ransacked. All the drawers of the cheap bedroom furniture were open. Her clothes were scattered over the floor and onto the old, heavy bed. Even in her panic, Emma noticed that there was some order in the chaos. Her underwear had been separated and arranged on the bed. She felt bile rise in her stomach as she dashed to her suitcase. At least it was still there! The case was good quality and secure. She felt a moment’s relief. The locks looked good. But as she grabbed the case to lift it onto the bed it fell open. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach. The locks were good, but the hinges at the back had been prised off. Looking at the scratches something like a screwdriver had been used to crudely force them away from the plastic. Desperately Emma searched the case. It was empty. Oh, God! Emma gasped. Her money and credit cards were gone. So was her passport and air tickets. Even her mobile phone.
Emma ran from the room and down the corridor. She stabbed at the lift button. It was now out of order! She dashed down the stairs, taking two at a time, descending the four flights to the hotel lobby in moments. Catching her breath she ran to the desk. The local girl was still there, busy checking out a middle-aged man in a cheap suit. The man though was clearly absorbed in checking out the girl’s body. He turned and looked at Emma as she approached the desk.
“Please! You have got to help me!”
“One moment, please. I will be with you,” replied the girl.
Emma groaned. She was in such a state that she did not even notice that her dash had caused the strap of her sun dress to fall over her shoulder revealing the left side of her bikini top. The man did notice however and took no shame in switching his attention from the receptionist to Emma’s shapely and now better revealed breast. She glared at him as she pulled the top of her dress back up and turned again to the girl at the desk.
With that the girl handed the grinning man his passport and some change and he left.
“How can I help?” She asked.
“Please,” gasped Emma, her breath short more from shock than her exertions. “My room has been robbed! My tickets, my passport, my money. Everything has gone.”
The girl’s eyes widened with a look of approaching horror. “Oh, no.” She sighed. “When?”
“Today. Earlier. It must have been while I was at the beach.”
The girl’s look of horror turned to one more of desperation. She looked furtively around as if making sure they were alone then intently back at Emma. Before starting to speak she reached out and placed her hand over Emma’s, now flat on the reception desk. She squeezed it lightly in an act that seemed intent on comforting her as much as keeping her attention. Leaning forward, she spoke quietly, as if to tell her a secret.
“Please, listen to me. Go now. Quickly. You must go now. Go to your consulate. Get help there. But leave here. Leave now.”
The girl’s anxious stream of advice was interrupted by a male voice from the open door of the office behind the desk. The girl seemed shocked and visibly cringed as she heard it. She pulled away from Emma as if to pretend their conversation had never happened.
“I do not think that will be necessary, Fatima,” said a portly, balding Turk of about sixty appearing from the office. He placed a hand on the reception girl’s shoulder. She visibly shrunk under his touch.
“I will deal with this, Fatima. You have better things to be doing,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” she sighed turning her head down. She caught Emma with one last, pleading glimpse before turning to walk away.
As she did so the man called after her. “I will want to talk to you later, Fatima. Do you understand?” The girl turned and, avoiding Emma’s gaze, replied “Yes, Sir. I understand.” Emma could not fail to notice the air of resignation in her voice.
The man grinned, showing a set of bad teeth. “Now, miss. I am the hotel manager. What is your problem?
Emma felt a little relief at being able to speak to someone in charge. “Yes, thank you. My room has been broken into. My things stolen. Important things.”
The hotel manager looked sternly at her. “Are you sure? I do not know how this is possible. This hotel is quite secure. Nobody could get past the desk.”
“Well it has happened.”
The man cupped his chin in his fingers and pondered.
“Hmm…” He looked intently at Emma. “We had better deal with matter this in my private office.”
He moved back from the reception desk and swept his arm in a gesture of invitation. “This way, if you please.”
Emma moved behind the desk, stepping ahead of him and through the open door into the back office. He followed her in. Once inside he pointed to an elevator.
“My private office would be best. Follow me, please.”
Emma stepped up the elevator door. He poked at the button and reached to pull open the door. The elevator was small, claustrophobic, the heat even heavier. Emma manoeuvred herself as far back as she could as he entered the elevator behind her. His arm reached up and over her shoulder. Stale sweat shocked her nostrils with an acid tang. A key emerged from between his fingers.
“The fourth floor. It is all private. My office is there.” With that, he placed the key into the panel and turned it. Emma notice that the elevator had no floor buttons and realised it must only go to his private floor. The doors closed and the ascent began. Emma felt as if the trip to the fourth floor was taking forever. The lift was slow and, even given the elevators small size, he stood closer to her than he needed two. Emma was not tall – about 5’5”. Though he was only about three inches taller than her his bulk made him appear a massive, looming presence.
Eventually, the elevator stopped and he pushed the door open. Emma stepped out with some relief straight into his private office. The furnishing was minimal. A large desk dominated the room. In front of it was an old style ottoman couch; its low, wide seat curving into a high, wood trimmed back.
“Please, sit,” the manager said arching his arm towards it as he moved behind the desk.
Emma sat in the middle of the ottoman. As she sat she noticed with a little disgust that its red and gold fabric was worn and stained. She sat forward. As she did so, her sun dress fell open over her leg revealing her upper thighs and the lower-V of her bikini briefs. She looked up and noticed that the still standing hotel manager was leaning forward slightly so as to better admire her. Quickly she gathered the skirt, wrapping it around her and pulling it down as far as possible over her legs. She reached her hands forward to her knees to cover her breasts with her upper arms. She concluded this was the most modest pose her relative undress allowed.
The hotel manager slipped of his jacket, hung it over the back of the desk chair and sat. “Now, tell me what has happened.”
Wearily, Emma began to repeat the story: “This morning, about ten, I think, I went to the beach. When I got back…”
“When would that be?”
“Around noon. I went back to my room…”
“Which is?”
His interruptions were beginning to irritate Emma. She didn’t hide it as she continued:
“Number 23. When I got back it was unlocked. It had been robbed. All my things have been stolen…”
“Which things?”
Emma looked up petulantly. “Everything! Money, credit cards, my passport, air tickets. My phone, camera.”
“But you say your room was unlocked?”
“Well, yes. But it wasn’t when I left.”
“But you are not sure you locked it?”
“Yes! Well, I’m sure I did.”
“But you are not certain?”
“Well, not absolutely certain. I mean, I am sure…”
“So it is very possible you left without locking your room?”
“Look. However the person got in, they stole everything. That is what matters!”
“Hmm… But there is the issue of responsibility to consider.”
Emma’s irritation surfaced. “Look, I don’t care who is responsible – the bastard thief is responsible! I just want to get something done about it.”
The hotel manager looked down and pondered for a time. Then he looked up.
“So…you cannot pay the bill for your stay?”
“I beg your pardon!” Emma replied sharply. “No! Of course not. Not at the moment, anyway. Like I said: my money and credit cards have gone.” Emma could not believe that the bill was the most important thing on the fat bastard’s mind.
“Yes, you have told me. And your passport, air tickets and…” He waved a dismissive hand, “…and so on.”
“Yes. What are you going to do about it?” Emma shrieked.
The manager lent back, raised his elbows and placed his hands, fingers knotted, behind his neck. Emma noted with revulsion the sweat stains on his shirt under his armpits.
“I am surprised that you think this a matter for my hotel.”
As Emma stared incredulously he added:
“What is a matter for my hotel is the issue of your bill.”
For a moment, Emma was speechless. Eventually she managed to say:
“This is stupid. Completely stupid…”
The hotel manager simply shook his head.
Emma waived her arms, dismissively. “That’s it. I’ve had enough. I want to report this to the police.”
“Indeed. Indeed it might well be. But the matter for the police will be that – and not for the first time, I am disappointed to say – a western tourist has stayed in my hotel, enjoyed my hospitality and then been unable to pay, expecting that some dubious story about ‘having been robbed’ is enough of an excuse.”
Emma’s anger forced each word with spleen:
“I…just…don’t…fucking…believe…this!”
The hotel manager shook his head with an expression of forced disappointment.
“I understand that you are upset, my dear. But you must also understand my position.” With that he stood. He moved around the desk to the ottoman and sat beside Emma. As his bulk settled beside her, she slid away. Turning to her he said:
“Look. This matter is quite unfortunate. But it need not become…” he paused monetarily and narrowed his eyes, “…any more unfortunate than it need be.”
“Unfortunate?”
“Yes, my dear. Staying in a hotel, knowing you are unable to pay is a serious matter in my country. Is it not in yours?”
“Look. I can’t pay the bill at the moment. But as soon as I get my stuff back, or at least the cards cancelled and replaced, I will be able to pay your goddamn bill.” She punched out each word.
“That could take some time. But for the time being, you cannot pay. We are clear on this, yes?”
Emma threw her head back. “Fine, don’t worry. I’ll contact the police.” She said haughtily.
“As I have suggested, this might well become a matter for the police. But I will, of course, insist that you are held in a police cell until the matter of your dept to me is sorted out.”
Emma shook her slowly head in disbelief. “What…?”
“That would be a very unfortunate way to deal with this matter, to say the least. I think that we should discuss an alternative.” The lecherous grin that spread across the hotel manager’s face left Emma in no doubt as to what he had in mind. She stared at him incredulously as he continued:
“You are very beautiful. I would be happy to take a little pleasure in way of payment.”
She felt his palm land on her leg, just above the knee. His hand slipped under her sun dress and began to slide up her thigh. She grabbed his wrist and pulled it away as she darted to stand.
“No way! No fucking way!” She cried. The hotel manager looked up at her.
“You surprise me. Many female guests in your position seem quite eager to whore for their bill.”
It dawned on Emma that she was being set up. Had he robbed her room? How many times had he…?” Emma dismissed the thought as too bizarre. Angrily she spat:
“You dirty old bastard! Do you think I’d…That I would want to…With you?”
“Well then, there is always the police. The choice is yours. But before you make it, let me tell you a little about our police prison here. Not to the standards you might find in your own country, I am afraid. The guards are poorly paid. One of the few – I think you use the word ‘perks’ – they have is free access to the female prisoners. I do not think I need add that a beautiful young western girl would be a rare prize for them. I can assure you that you will be gang-raped with utmost vigor. You would be fortunate if they were able to discipline themselves to violating you just one at a time.”
Emma’s jaw dropped. She could make no words, just a strangled gasp.
I might add that the only thing the guards at the police-prison are known for more than their rapacious sexual appetite is their corruption.” The hotel manager grinned. “I think after a few days in their hands you would be begging me to pay for you to be delivered back to me. And that then serving my satisfactions would come as a relief.”
Emma let out a gasp of incredulity. “This is disgusting. You are a creepy – old – pervert!” Emma turned and looked towards the elevator. It suddenly dawned on her that without the key that operated it, she was trapped.
He dismissed her insult with a casual wave. “So be it. But be in no doubt, my dear. My influence with the police is high. If you deny me, I will have you taken into custody. They would be very eager to begin your interrogation.” Casually, he added, “I hear a strip search is how they usually start…”
Emma stared at him incredulously.
Sharply, he added: “Now sit down!”
She did so, her legs folding as the energy drained from them.
He angled over her. “That’s better. I see you are going to be sensible.”
Emma knew the dirty old goat had her. That she could not get out of his office and that he could have her taken to prison. She knew enough about the country that once in prison repeated rape by the guards was inevitable.
His next touch paralyzed her with fear. He reached his hand up to her neck, which he began to stroke, quite gently. Then his hand drifted to the top button of her sun dress. Agile fingers swiftly flipped it open. Then the next. He paused to pull the dress open over her shoulders. His eyes fixed on her plump breasts, now so precariously covered by her revealing bikini top.
“No, please, don’t…Not this…,” she moaned.
“Ahh… So convenient,” he sighed as he noticed the string tie holding her bikini top in place. The tip of a plump, brown finger trailed down her breast bone to the thin cord hung in a simple bow between her breasts. A quick tug freed the tie. After that, flipping the loose cups to one side to expose her breasts was trivial.
“Oh! Allah has certainly rewarded me today”, he giggled as he took her breasts in his palms and moulded her firm flesh like a potter shaping clay. He pinched her nipples hard between thumb and forefingers, forcing them to involuntarily ripen and harden. Emma looked down. His hands looked almost black in contrast to her lightly tanned above and below her tan line creamy, pale flesh. She began to sob.
“Please. Please. Stop now. Stop and I won’t tell anyone about this,” Emma pleaded.
The hotel manager just laughed and intensified his lustful exploration of her teenage body.
“And say what? Who would believe the lies of a white whore? I would just make sure slander was added to your crimes on the list for the guard’s fuck-sentencing.”
Tears began to role down Emma’s face. Suddenly he stopped fondling her.
“It looks as if I am doing all the work. I expect more than this as payment for your debt.”
With that he reached down under the gut overflowing the waist of his pants, undid the buttons of his fly and, raising his rump slightly, slid then down to his calves. So freed he was able to spread his knees.
Emma saw the straining, olive brown cock spring up like a grotesque, carnal jack-in-the-box. Emma was not experienced, but it was much bigger than any of her boyfriends’. Thick knotted veins ridged its slightly curved shaft. A bloated purple glans, tipped by a raw looking eye completed the monstrous rape-tool. She knew he planned to put it inside her. And with that the contents of the pendulous, wrinkled scrotum now sagging under the weight of his ready sex fluids. Bile rose in her stomach.
“Now, your turn to do a bit of the work.”
Emma knew she now had no alternative. Whatever doubt that remained that the dirty old bastard was serious had evaporated. Her mind filled with anticipation of the fate that awaited her in the hands of the guards in a local police cell. She weighed the vile alternatives in her mind. She made a decision. She gripped the shaft in her fingers and started stroking it.
“OK. I’ll wank you off, if you want. But only if you’ll let me go after.”
Emma hoped that this would sate him. Wanking him off was disgusting. But it was better than having him inside her. She had reluctantly masturbated a couple of boyfriends as a consolation prize after denying them full sex while making-out. They had all complemented her on her touch. Remembering the technique she had quickly learned, she built up her pace. Then slowed it, squeezing and slightly twisting the shaft. Then fast again. She repeated the cycle of her pleasure-massage. Soon a thin trickle of liquid began to flow from the eye. Seeing his pre-come start made Emma feel sick; but at least it meant he wouldn’t be long now. Her ordeal would soon be over. She steeled herself for the ejaculation she knew (hoped?) would soon splash over her fingers. Now she had to finish it. She hated the idea of freely initiating any part in his use of her, but it had to end. She reached her free hand under his balls, cupped them and began to roll them in her palm. The hotel manager groaned in appreciation at her added attention.
“Good. Very good. You are skilful,” he sighed. “Now let us see if your whore-skills are good enough to settle your bill.” Emma stopped her strokes suddenly.
“No…,” she moaned as the realisation of what he now wanted crystallised.
The hotel manager placed his palm to the back of her neck. He pulled her down, gently, but firmly.
“Suck me,” he demanded. “Suck me like the pretty Miss America whore you are!”
Emma’s jaw dropped in horror. He pushed her neck harder.
“No…,” she groaned softly. “I said I would wank you.”
“And I said: Suck it!”
Emma felt nausea well in her stomach. But she knew she had no choice. Catching his eyes, heavy with lust, she gave him a final pleading glance as she reluctantly submitted to him guiding her head to his crotch. Pre-come smeared her lips as she spread them around the swollen head. She began to work it with a smooth, short sucking motion. It was not enough for him. Impatiently he pushed her neck down, hard, and his pulsing shaft filled her mouth until the head pushed to the back of her throat. Her tong caught a salty, sweaty tang. But he filled her throat so much she could not even gag.
As she sucked, she felt him reach back. His hand contacted her thigh and he pulled her legs fully onto the ottoman. He now reached over her back and slipped his hand up her dress. After flipping it up over her waist, his fingers slid along the inside of her thigh and then, with his palm resting over her bum pushed their way between her legs. After a short spell stroking her vulva through the thin fabric of her bikini briefs she felt the fingers slip under the edge of the material. Any moan she made as a chubby finger teased its way into her vagina was strangled by the thick cock in her throat. As she continued to suck, she used her free hand to adjust her open dress top back over her breasts in a futile but determined act of modesty.
“Keep up the hand work as well,” he ordered. She did so, now desperate to get her ordeal over with. Even though submission was now beginning to overwhelm Emma, a distant glow of rationality remained. His length meant that even forced to the back of her throat, sufficient man-flesh remained below her lips for her to pump it eagerly with her slim fingers. If she took some control, she might be able to pull her head back as he came. She would get his sperm in her face. But better that than in her mouth.
He began to buck his hips. Holding her neck firm he fucked into her mouth. She felt his muscles tense and knowing he was imminent, she tried to pull her head back. But he had anticipated her. His fingers gripped her neck harder. Her hope of evading his seed fill her mouth vanished as his cock started to pulse; flesh waves forcing her already stretched lips wider. She offered no more resistance as what seemed like endless bursts of sperm fired straight into her throat. For some reason a childhood memory of being forced to swallow a vile tasting medicine shocked its way to the front of her mind.
He relaxed his grip on her neck and Emma was finally able to lift her head up. Her tear stained face was locked in an expression of retching disgust. She forced herself to speak through her now heaving stomach.
“You’ve had what you want. Now, please…Please, let me go.”
“In time. Perhaps when your debt is fully paid.” The realisation that her violation was not yet over caused Emma let out another wrenching sob.
“Now, if you would stand, please, miss,” he said casually.
Emma felt the little remaining strength she would need for any new resistance slip away from her. She had now given up any hope of denying him his full pleasure. Quietly, she stood and faced him. The partial flaccidness that had immediately followed his servicing of her mouth was brief. His cock was rigid again.
“I think a little entertainment is called for, Miss America!” His face split into a smug grin. “A strip show, if you please!”
Emma would not let him see any more tears. She looked at him defiantly as she stood. Trembling fingers reached down to unfasten the remaining buttons of her sun dress. She opened it, slipped it from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her already unfastened bikini top quickly followed. She raised a leg and reached for her pump.
“No! Leave your shoes on,” he barked.
Emma placed her foot down. Her arms fell limply to her side. What remained of her modesty was now covered by just her bikini briefs.
“Now your panties,” he gasped.
Emma reached down to the thin tie-cords that held her briefs in place over her hips. Numb fingers tugged the cords open – left then right. The bikini briefs joined the top and sun dress on the floor. The ghost-V of her panty tan line guided his gaze down to her ripe, young labia. His eyes widened with glee. Emma had only fine, fair pubic hair. But she always shaved completely to wear a bikini. Now her grooming was just a bonus to this animal’s lust.
“Allah’s rewards are bountiful today! He has prepared you well for me! Now show yourself fully to me.”
Emma raised her arms to the top of her head and robotically swivelled her hips for him. To Emma’s disgust he started to masturbate.
“Ah…,” he sighed, “you do a good whore-dance!”
The hotel manager took his hand from his rigid penis and stood, straining his weight up with his arms. He moved behind her. He placed his hand on her butt, splayed fingers dug into her flesh.
“Now, to the couch.”
He pushed her forward. The edge of the ottoman met the front of her calves. She raised her ankles to keel on it. He attended her to his preferred positioning. He pushed her shoulders forward so she leant against the raised back. He reached and grabbed her wrists. Pulling them away from her torso he arranging arms fully stretched along the wooden edge. His hands grasped her hips and pulled them up towards him. For his finale, he pushed her knees under her so her exposed womanhood was fully presented.
The sting of a sudden, slicing blow to her right buttock caused her to squeal. Then his palm delivered another. Then another.
“Come, now. If you want to whore my bill with that pretty white cunt, Miss America, I deserve a good look.” Another stroke.
Emma raised her butt. “Good. Now spread your legs wider.” Emma did so. Another, harder, slicing stroke caused her to arch her back.
“That is good. Very good.” He gasped. Emma could feel his eyes burning into her delicate flesh. She knew what was coming next. She felt him approach her. Her labia were parted as his cock-head eagerly searched for her vaginal opening. It found its moist prize quickly and he slid into her with a single thrust. As he settled into his rhythm, she felt the weight of his gut settle on the small of her back and the dampness of his sweat as he folded himself over her.
Emma soon realised that the one small mercy his sating in her mouth had offered – his quickness – was not to be reoffered. Now he was taking his time. His fuck strokes deep, but leisurely. Better to fully appreciate the unique pleasure of a teenage white girl. His hands now found her butt cheeks. He massaged them roughly. Then his fingers spread and parted her cheeks. The sudden coolness of evaporating sweat told Emma that he was helping himself to a good look at her now fully exposed anus. She groaned as she felt his thumb stroke over her puckered sphincter. No, she thought. Not there! She had never even allowed her boyfriend to touch her there. He had not even tried. After making sure it was moist with her juices his thumb forced its way into her rectum.
Oh, God. Please. Not there. Please, don’t let him fuck me there…was the only thought that raced through her mind as he worked her tight ass with his thumb. She almost felt relief as his thrusts into her vagina became more urgent and then, grunting with effort, he finally emptied a fresh load of man- juice deep into her womb.
He pulled out of her. Emma turned to look at him. She drew in her arms preparing to lift herself. Another stroke of his palm stung her buttock.
“I did not give you permission to move!”
“But, you’ve had what you wanted. You said you would let me go…”
“Perhaps I will let you go when I have finished with you. And I have not finished with you yet.”
“Please…,” She whimpered.
“Now, time for the ultimate pleasure…,”
Emma sagged. She knew what he intended. The hope that sodomising her would not be part of his vile demands was now shattered. No resistance was possible as she felt him approach and position the bulbous head of his cock against her puckered ring. Her body felt hollow: An empty, pale, beautiful young flesh-vessel into which he could – he would – empty his dark sex organ at will. The little fight her sphincter presented to his cock broke quickly under his force. Once past, he filled her rectum slowly, twisting and grinding his manhood into her. As he found his desired depth, she felt his heavy scrotum press tight against her vulva.
He raised his left foot onto the ottoman to gain extra purchase as he pleasured himself deeply in her anus. As he did so, he arched over her to grasp greedily at her breasts. He ground himself into her mercilessly, enjoying the special tightness her virgin ass offered. He pace quickened as grunting with pleasure he approached his rut. Then Emma felt the friction of his cock ease as he sprayed his cum and welcome lubrication into her colon. He offered a couple of final thrusts to finish draining himself. She felt him sag and she took his weight for a while as he gathered his breath. Eventually he lifted away from her.
Emma tuned to her side and let her body slip onto the ottoman. She took up a foetal position, her knees lifted to her chin, her arms protective around them. Finally, the tears could flow. Through them she sobbed:
“Please… Now you will let me go…? Please…You’ve done everything…Everything you want with me…to me…Let me go. Let me go, now…Please”
The hotel manager laughed.
“Why the haste, my pretty Miss America? You still have two weeks left. Plenty of time for us to get to know each other even better.” He reached and took her chin in his fingers. He pulled her face up towards his. She tasted his sour breath as he added:
“Why, your vacation has only just begun…”

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