scared-(non-consensual-blowjob/sock sucking-swallowing-facial)----part-1-of-1___forced/non-consensual

.

.

.

Scared

.

.

Tammy knew that she was going to be raped as soon as the stranger tightened his grip on her forearm and looked into her eyes with all the violence of hell. They were alone together in the desert about one hundred miles from the nearest civilization. Her car had broken down while she was driving to Vegas, and this creepy old guy had driven his car up out of nowhere and offered to help.
.
Tammy had been a stripper and that’s why she was headed for Vegas. She had a new job there. So she had been in with a tough set of people before and generally knew how to act around them. But this guy out in the desert with her was the toughest she had seen and the most dangerous. She had already made up her mind to do anything he wanted and hoped that she might make it out of the desert with her life.
.
Tammy was 20. She had long black hair that came to almost her waist. She had kind of a good country girl appearance about her that drove the men crazy at the strip clubs she worked at, and a tight little body to go along with it. When her old car had broke down on the highway she had been wearing a pair of short-short cut off jeans, and a belly baring halter-top that reveled her pierced navel. Her tongue was also pierced, as was her clit.
.
The guy was old. And from the looks of him he was probably a Hells Angel or something equally as tough. Maybe he had even been in Vietnam. He looked to be about the right age. He was tall, about 6-foot 6. He had a beer belly that hung over his pants. Tattoos, revealed by the sleeveless undershirt that he wore ran up and down both of his arms. That combined with the long beard and thick dark sunglasses that he wore even though it was nearly midnight made his face look pure evil.
.
“Don’t hurt me,” Tammy begged him. “I’ll do whatever you want me to. Just don’t hurt me.”
.
For an answer, he spit out into the desert and increased his grip on her arm. Wordlessly, he reached into his back pocket he brought out a big knife. This made Tammy jump with a shock of fear. Silently he reached out with the blade and cut first one and then the other of the straps that held up her halter-top. With nothing holding up the flimsy garment, it fell away to the sand below. Tammy was nude under the halter. Her breasts were a small C size. The nipples were long and red and always seemed to be erect. They were both pierced, and the gold glimmered in the moonlight. On her belly was a little tattoo. He looked down curiously at this.
.
“We can fuck if that’s what you want to do. Only please don’t hurt me,” Tammy found that there were tears in her voice as she said this.
.
He only looked at her with that solid evil stare that sent chills through her. He put the knife back in his pocket and released the grip on her arm and backed off a couple of steps staring at her expectantly. Tammy had a pretty good idea what he wanted. As her heart was beating very quickly from her fear, she reached down to her cutoffs and unzipped. Then she wiggled out of them and let them drop onto the sand beneath her feet. She had on a g-string under the shorts. She stepped out of the shorts and reached for the g-string finding that she was starting to get cold from the cool night air of the desert. She hadn’t worked as a stripper in about a month so her pubic hair had grown back in to a full dark bush between her long dancers legs. She tossed the g-string to the side and stood naked before the evil man, waiting for him to come to her.
.
Instead he just stared at her for a long moment. She shivered in the cold night air and goose bumps begin appearing on her legs and arms. She was hoping that she’d turned him on and that he would get the rape over with. Then she could find out if he would let her live or kill her in the desert like she was afraid he might.
.
Finally she couldn’t take it any more, so she climbed up on the hood of her car and brought her knees up to her chest. She held herself tightly to try and keep warm. She was visibly shivering now and didn’t know if it was just the cold night or the evil stare that had not left her once. He nodded curtly to her and she knew what he wanted from her with out him having to tell her. Fearfully, she leaned back on the hood bringing her knees up tight against her chest and spread her thin little thighs wide enough to give him a good view of her crotch. The piercing through her clit shined in the light of the stars against the dark velvet of her pubic hair. As she brought her legs wider apart her lips parted and the delicate pink skin between the folds was clearly visible to that ugly gaze.
.
For a long time nothing happened. Her stomach in knots, Tammy just lay back on the hood of her car holding her legs apart with her hands each griped around her thighs. She was waiting for him and the wait was worse than the cold or her nakedness or her fear of death. He made her wait for him and she knew he must be doing that on purpose to torment her, and yet she could not change the assumed position she had taken for him. She had to wait it out. Again she started to tremble and her flesh pimpled over with bumps from the cold.
.
Chancing a glance between her legs she saw that he had taken off his clothes and now stood in front of her. He wasn’t moving but seemed to be transfixed, as he looked between her legs her fuzzy pussy. The neutral expression on his face made it hard to tell if he was aroused by the sight or just bored. Glancing down to his groin she saw his member-hanging limp between his legs. Though not erect it still hung a good 6-inches down past his red and tightly wound scrotum, and the width made it look as strong and mean as it’s owner. She could see the veins straining underneath the stretched skin and the thick head, larger than the rest.
.
Tammy slowly got up from her prone position. She wanted to get this show on the road and find out if she was going to live or die. She sat up crossed legged on the hood of her car, the metal under her feeling cold and hard. Coming forward toward him on her hands and knees she reached out for his hanging dick. If she was going to have any chance of life beyond the next few minutes she knew instinctively that she would have to get his dick aroused to it’s angry fullest.
.
The evil guy’s dick was actually heavy as she raised it out from the balls and held it firmly in her left hand. She brought it slowly but surely up to her mouth. Opening her mouth she closed her eyes and took him inside. Her tongue darted out to feel his cock. It tasted bad, evil like the man.
.
She began sucking him in. At first nothing happened, though large it was still flaccid. She moved out her tongue along the underside and as she sucked him in she licked the underside. At the same time, with her right hand she cupped his balls. They were also heavy and coarse like the dick she was sucking. Reaching down, he grabbed her hair in one of his callused hands and yanked hard. She felt his other hand roughly running down her shoulders to her back. She shivered slightly as it continued on down to the small of her back. As he moved closer to her, she could smell a foul odor coming from him.

.

Her naked ass sticking up in the night air as she knelt there bobbing her mouth up and down on his dick must have been too much of a temptation, because his fingers were soon reaching around behind her. When he roughly shoved two long fingers into her pussy, she was very so dry that it caused her considerable pain. Another finger invaded her ass hole caused even more pain. The fingers didn’t stop, the 2-in her pussy moved up past her clit. As the single finger in her ass went all the way to the hilt, he squeezed. Involuntarily she cried out, his cock falling out of her mouth with a popping sound as she did so.
.
The pain he was causing her did it for the cock in her mouth. Now it was coming to life as she urgently continued to suck it. Once it started growing, it was soon too big for her to deep throat. Now it was a 10-inch muscle that might have been made of steel. His balls contracted all the way up inside his body. He pulled violently on her long hair and his fingers squeezed inside of her body. Pre-cum was starting to seep from the opening in the tip of his dick and this was the foulest taste Tammy would ever have in her life. She had tasted lots of cum before, but this guy’s tasted like a sweet acid, and smelled like sour milk.
.
As he removed his fingers from her pussy and ass, he reached down with his other hand and removed his dick from her mouth. She gave it a last lick with her tongue before it was out of her reach. Pulling her up to her knees by her hair, he lifted her up and she found her bare feet touching down on the cold gravel of the roadside below her car. She stood before him, still feeling pain in her ass and crotch area from his rough treatment as she tried to stand straight. His bulging erection scraped against her belly as she turned around for him.
.
Placing her arms spread out before her on the hood and laying the top portion of her body full against the cold metal, she leaned over the hood of her car. This caused her tight little behind to came up in the night air and be positioned just in front of his monstrous dick. Now that she had assumed the doggie position for him it did not take him long to mount on top of her. She heard him spit down on to his cock to lath it up for the entrance. He showed her no mercy as he notched it between her slick, unshaven pussy lips and penetrated her. He was so huge and quick that he inserted the whole thing in one long stroke. Tammy groaned with pleasure as she felt the last inch push home. All 10-inches were inside of her, and he felt about 10-inches wide, too. Soon, however, the pain began to recede and her female oil began to flow from her vaginal walls to allow him easier access. As she ground her hips against his belly in a slow, sensuous circle, he pounded her again and again banging his ball s banging against her thighs. He speared her again and again, never really having a rhythm, just an angry jab here and there followed by another push or shove and then a giant thrust up into her womb. She could hear him panting just above her and a grunting sound starting to come out of him. She felt as if he had broken through her womb and was thrusting up into her belly now. All though there was no more pain, and since she had always been extremely easy to arouse sexually she knew that sooner or later she would climax with this kind of penetrating, endless sex he was giving her.

.

Grabbing her hips, he increased his pace and began slamming his cock to the depths of her soaking wet pussy as hard as he could. Tammy helped by pushing back as hard as she could as he stroked her to her depth. After about 20-minutes of this she reached a painful climax and whimpered into the hood of her car, hating the man even more for this forced, unwanted orgasm.

.
At last he pulled himself out of her. She knew he had not ejaculated yet because with this kind of an animal she knew she would have felt every drop of his cum.

.

Using her hair again, he pulled her around to face him and massive dick leaped out at her and rested against her right cheek. His giant dick rubbed against her cheek and then came to rest against her forehead. Beth found herself looking down the underside of his massive shaft at the big blue vein underneath, pulsing with power. It was so menacing that it looked like it had grown another inch and she realized that it had to be just short of a foot long at full erection. Suddenly he slapped her across the face with the side of his dick. After slapping her on the other cheek with the big muscle he jammed it into her face and she was afraid that he was going to try and fuck her up the nose. To protect herself she flicked out her tongue and licked at the opening on top.
.
Before she could grasp the situation a wet white jet of semen came flying out of his cock and she felt the warm ‘splat’ of his cum on her face. She opened her mouth and reached out with her tongue to grab the load of his cum that was slowly oozing down from her cheekbone toward her lips. Just as she tasted the first drop of his hot, creamy cum the next load hit her lips and chin, dripping on her chest. Then he jerked her hair back, so that the next load hit her lovely face, her eyes, up her nose. It got in her mouth, was in her ears, dripping across her chin, her forehead, matting her hair. And it didn’t end there. He kept cumming and cumming into her face. She bravely held out in front of his fountain of cum. Soon not only her face but also her entire body was dripping in cum. It was hot like fire and smelled terrible. But it was the purest white cum that she’d ever had sprayed into her face. And she was amazed that one man could cum so much.

.
Finally she reached out a shaking hand and cupped his balls. They were all drawn up inside him. She put her mouth over the receding monster and the torrent stopped. Just in time too, because she was starting to gag from it, and could feel it trickling down her throat.
.
He stood back from her and laughed. He threw his head back and roared with deep belly shaking laughter. At this point she broke down completely and started to cry the deepest tears she had felt since she had been a little girl. Cum was dripping off her eyebrows and making it hard for her to even see. Tears were streaking her face now and mixing with the evil man’s foul white liquid.
.
“Look at you girl! You’re soaked!” he yelled still laughing loudly. He had gone over to his car and gotten a towel he threw to her now. “Clean yourself off and then we’ll see about getting your car started and getting you into Vegas by morning.”

“Thank you,” she said through her tears and felt more grateful toward this man than she ever had to any other person in her life.

.

.

The end…

.

.

cum-bucket-(blowjobs/sucking cocks-swallowing-gangbang-facials)-part-1-of-1

.

.

.

Cum-bucket

.

.

Barbara was shaking nervously as she bent over the back of the couch. She kept pushing her long blonde hair back behind her ears as the photographer instructed. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She needed the money, but didn't realize posing for an adult magazine would be this hard. She hadn't even taken off her skirt yet. It was, however, hiked just high enough to show her tight, round ass.
.
"Spread your legs wider, Barbara," the photographer ordered. She did as she was told and cautiously moved her legs apart. It was difficult to do in these ridiculous high heels he made her wear. The straps were wrapped up her ankle and over her calves. "Okay, now look back at me," he ordered again. Blushing, she did as ordered.
.

.

.
Barbara was now nude, sitting on the couch. She had been here for what seemed like 3-hours. There was no telling how many rolls of film her photographer, Nathan, had shot. She sat exhausted, still in those heels. They were hurting her feet and she wanted to take them off. "Are we done yet," Barbara pleaded.

.

"Well, I've still got some film left and I'd like to use it, but I think we've taken all the solo pictures I need," Nathan said.

.

"Solo pictures?" Barbara was confused.

.

"Well, I know we only contracted for solo nude, but if your interested, we could take it a step further," he said convincingly.

.

"What do you mean? I'm not doing anything weird here, Nathan."

.

"Well, that's fine. I understand. I've just got about $3,000 here that I was planning on using to buy some photography equipment, but would be willing to spend it in other ways."

.

"$3,000? Are you serious? What kind of ways are you talking about?" Barbara was definitely interested now.

.

"Well, I won't beat around the bush. I'll pay you $3,000 if you want to do a hardcore set," Nathan said with confidence. He had done this so many times, the same routine. Take a few shots of them nude, and then offer them the big bucks to get what he really wanted. They usually resisted, but gave in at the end. And he always got what he wanted.
.
"What would I have to do?" Barbara was very nervous about this. After all, she had been with only 2-guys in her 19-years. But, for that much money, she might be willing to do just about anything. She felt like a cheap slut, being bought like this.
.
"For that kind of money, you'd have to do whatever I want you to. But, I won't do anything to hurt you, cause you bodily harm. How is that?" Nathan said.

.

. …………

.

Barbara was on her knees in the middle of the room, just as Nathan had instructed her. She was alone still, but feared what was behind the door in front of her. She kept pushing her hair behind her ears nervously. All she could think about was soon this will be over and I will have my money. What ever Nathan wanted, it couldn't be too bad, could it?
.
"All right Philip, come out," Nathan yelled out, his face hidden behind the camera in front of her. The door opened and out walked a large man, probably in his late 20s Barbara thought, naked. She was impressed by his size. He was naked and his cock stood out half erect. He walked toward her and Barbara tensed up. She could hear the camera clicking away...
.
Philip approached her without a word, grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her face into his crotch. Barbara took the hint and opened her mouth wide, closed her eyes and felt first the swollen head then the top of the shaft slide in her mouth. She felt her mouth get wet with the large cock sliding in and used the saliva to moisten the cock, now pushing in deeper. When she thought she had it all in her mouth, Philip suddenly jammed in the rest of his now fully erect cock down her throat. Barbara gagged hard and pushed him back out of her. She leaned over and caught, spit drooling from her lips.
.
"Good, good," she heard Nathan say, clicking away. "Go back at her Philip." Philip took his cock in his hand and wrapped the strings of spit hanging from Barbara's chin around the shaft of his cock and pushed it back into her tight lips. Barbara resisted at first, but knew she had no choice. She finally let her body relax, knowing that if she let Philip do what he wanted, this would be over soon.

.

Philip grabbed her by the hair and began to guide her mouth up and down on his enlarged dick, sopping with her spit. He used her head like a basketball, dribbling against his stomach while jamming his cock down her throat. Barbara gagged several times, coughing up more spit. Saliva bubbled out of the sides of her mouth and down her cheeks and chin.
.
Then she felt his cock stiffen and tasted a small spurt of cum ooze out onto her tongue. She knew he was going to cum. She had only tasted cum once and that was a long time ago when her boyfriend asked her to swallow. All she could remember was that she hated the salty, sweaty taste. Philip began to grunt and moan. As he did, he picked up his pace, fucking her mouth harder.
.
Philip pulled his cock out and stroked it fast in front of her face. She opened her eyes, surprised that he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She thought they wanted her to swallow it. She could hear the camera clicking away faster than it had all day. She heard the door open and shut again. As Philip jerked his cock furiously in front of her, he reached back and pulled Barbara's face closer to his waist.

.

"Look up at him, Barbara, look up at him!" Nathan yelled. She looked up to Philip's face, clenched in ecstasy. He let out a yell and she saw the cum shoot out of his cock. The first 2-streams landed on her forehead and began to drip down into her eyebrows. Philip was yelling and aiming his spurting cock at different spots on her face. Cum was shooting out of his cock all over her cheek and nose. It felt warm and slimy, but she was thankful none of it was in her mouth.
.
Then Philip grabbed her by the chin and wiped the cum-covered head of his cock all over her lips, smearing her with cum. She clenched her eyes shut, resisting the taste and the feeling. When Philip was finished he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back. Barbara thought she would fall on to her back but instead a pair of arms caught her.

.

"What the fuck?" she thought. "Who the fuck is that?" Barbara was scared now, there was more men coming out through the door. The guy behind her pulled her up to her feet and guided her over to the couch. He pushed her back down and she was forced to bend over. Another guy walked up to the front of the couch and climbed onto the cushions. She felt her skirt get lifted up onto her ass and she instinctively spread her legs.
.
The guy in front of her pushed his cock into her face and she took it into her mouth. A cock pushed up into her pussy and Barbara began to feel panic. Both men now started to fuck her holes with reckless abandon. She was being gagged again at one end by the cock in her mouth and at the other end, it felt like the dick in her pussy was ripping it apart.

The cock in her mouth pulled out and was quickly replaced by another. The 2-men seemed to be arguing over getting their cocks sucked. "Just let me cum in her mouth, then you can," one of them said.

.

"It doesn't matter, just one of you 2-fuck her face, now!" she heard Nathan say. The second cock entered her mouth and he pushed and pulled her hair to his liking. The cock in her pussy was pounding into her and suddenly she felt cum spurt up into her. The guy yelled even louder than Philip and when he was done he came around to the front of her and wiped off the excess cum onto her cheek, which was filled with cock.

.

As another cock replaced the one in her pussy, Barbara was beginning to lose count of the guys that were having their way with her. The cock in her mouth stiffened again and shot his huge load into her mouth. Barbara couldn't swallow it all. Instead she gagged on it, spitting up most of it out onto her chin. Another cock was quickly in her mouth. But this time the guy let her do the work. Barbara, with her mouth, face and pussy filled and covered with cum, began to feel as if she must have been doing something right if all these men were cumming so fast.
.
She felt like she wanted to out-do herself so she eagerly took his cock into her mouth.

.

"Yes, that's it Barbara, take it. Suck his cock. Do it fast, and you'll make him cum faster," Nathan said from the side. She took his cue and began to bob her head up and down real fast, wanting to taste his cum. Wanting to give it to her just as bad, the guy in her pulled out, leaving just the head in, and jacked off into her mouth. Quickly Barbara felt the cum shoot out, hitting the back of her throat and the roof of her mouth. It was more watery than the previous guy and not as salty. She enjoyed the taste of this guy's cum.
.
She pushed him back when he finished and opened her mouth to let him see his cum on her tongue. The camera moved in closer and began to click faster. The guy in her pussy shot his load into her and as he did, she swirled the hot load around with her tongue, mouth open. She looked up into the camera and slowly spit the cum out of her mouth, through her lips. Nathan moved back and it was then that Barbara finally grasped the situation.

.

There were at least 30-men in the room now, all naked and stroking their cocks. Near them on the ground was a large beer mug that she could tell was already half-filled with cum. Another guy pushed in from behind her; another in her mouth.
.
. …………
.
For what seemed like hours, man after man was jerking off on her face, in her mouth and into her pussy. Cum was dripping from every inch of her body; most of it down from her chin onto her breasts and legs. She could feel cum drying on her back. Everything in the room sounded like an echo, or as if she was under water because her ears were filled with cum. Her hair was doused, soaking wet and sticky. Her eyes hurt from the sting of cum in them. Her makeup was smeared down her cheeks, mixed with male cum. She estimated that she had swallowed at least 10-ounces of cum and her stomach hurt from it. But she knew she was about to get more.
.
Nathan told Barbara to stand up and lean back over the couch, and put her ass as high up in the air as she could. Once in place, he told her to reach back and spread her ass cheeks as far as she could. She did and felt cum dripping from her pussy, falling onto the floor and over her heels and feet. Cum dripped from her face onto the cushions of the couch below her. Her wet hair clung to her face.

.

She felt a hand reach between her legs and scoop a handful of cum out of her pussy. Then the hand reached under her and smeared it all over her face. Then she felt another hand rubbing cum over her virgin asshole. Still holding her ass cheeks spread wide apart, she felt a cock head press against her tight shit-hole and force it's way in. she tried to scream, but it was quickly muffled by a cock shoved into her mouth. The cock in her ass was soon buried almost up to the balls. Barbara was in so much pain from the huge cock in her ass that tears welled up in her eyes. She opened them and could see men all around her jerking their cocks, shooting their cum on various parts of her body.
.
Things were a blur of more cum in her mouth, more cocks. The cock in her ass was going pounding into her full throttle. Her body slammed back and forth against the back of the couch. The cock in her ass released a massive load and she felt it ooze out when he pulled out. Again, there was another cock in her ass and more cum. She lost count as over and over again her asshole and mouth were pumped full of cum.
.
Barbara was dizzy; she felt like she didn't know where she was. All she could see was a haze, mostly from the cum in her eyes. Bringing her hands to her face, she wiped the cum from her eyes and instinctively suck them clean. All she could taste was cum. Her asshole had been ravaged now. Pulled open and spit and cummed in so many times that she felt as if she would shit cum for a month.
.
"Okay, Barbara, come here," called out Nathan. As she obediently crawled across the floor over to where Nathan was, he was putting something that looked like a large bowl on the floor. "Come crouch over this bowl, Barbara," ordered Nathan.
.
Obeying him, Barbara squatted, her ass hovering above the bowl. "Now, squeeze out the cum in your ass, slowly, into the bowl," he said. Barbara could not imagine what this was leading to and she really didn't want to know. She knew Nathan would do what he wanted with her as he shot his fucking pictures.

.

Barbara squeezed her asshole tight and felt the still warm goop easily ooze out of her now stretched open ass-hole. Air escaped her hole as large amounts of male slop dumped out of her ass into the bowl. "More, there is more Barbara!" Nathan yelled. Of course there was more. Barbara knew that she was completely filled with cum. She squeezed and pushed harder and harder until she finally knew all the cum had been pushed out of her ass.
.
One of the men quickly grabbed the full beer mug. The cum was almost spilling out over the top, but the guy was careful not to lose any as he held the bowl underneath to catch the excess. When the guy emptied the mug into the bowl, it filled to the brim. Nathan then brought over a straw, one of the ones that twisted and twirled like kids use to drink Kool-Aid. He stuck one end into the bowl. "Suck it Barbara, do it now," Nathan demanded. Barbara thought she was going to be sick. There was no was she could suck a whole bowl of cum down with a straw, but resignedly she tried.
.
She wrapped her lips around the end and sucked on it. She had to suck hard because the thick hot cum was difficult to pull through the loops and into her mouth. Finally she began to feel the first few drops ooze slowly onto her tongue. Once the cum started, it wouldn't stop, but it was still hard to suck through. Her cheeks hurt from sucking on the straw and her mouth was completely full with cum, her cheeks swollen to near bursting.
.
"Okay, that's enough," Nathan said, as he came over and removed the straw. The straw out of her mouth, Barbara leaned back and looked up at the ceiling as she caught her breath. The bowl was now only about 3-quarters full of cum so she must have swallowed at least 24-ounces of cum. Suddenly she felt a hand grab her hair from behind, tight, and push her down hard. She quickly closed her eyes tight as she felt her face buried in the bowl of hot, sticky cum. When her head was pulled back, she could feel the heavy weight of the cum weighing on her face. It poured off her chin and down her nose. She opened her mouth to get air, but all that came in was hot cum.

.

As all the guys laughed and Nathan clicked away, her face was dunked in the bowl of cum again and again.

.

"Okay, that's it. Let's finish her off guys," laughed Nathan. “Somebody get the funnel.”
.
. …………
.
"Open. Wider, Barbara, wider!" Nathan yelled. She was looking up to the ceiling again as she stretched her mouth as wide open as she could, so wide in fact that the sides of her mouth hurt. "Now, take this, Barbara,” Nathan said as he pushed the tube-end of a large funnel into her wide-open mouth. Nathan pushed it so far down her throat that Barbara gagged on it. She finally used it as a snorkel, breathing through it. When she looked up she saw a naked man standing above her, holding the bowl in his hand.

.

"Here ya go, babe, see if you can take this," he said. When she saw what he had in his hand, Barbara's eyes bulged out, wide-open with fear and shock. But she had no time to think about it. The guy quickly emptied the bowl into the wide mouth of the funnel and the cum shot strait down the tube and down her throat.

.

"Drink it Barbara, fast, hurry!” barked Nathan from the side, “And, don't let it spill!"

.

It poured into her throat so fast, that Barbara didn't have a chance. She took it like funneled beer, letting it rush down her throat into her stomach without trying to swallow. But she had to stop to breath, but when she did, it just came in faster, filling her mouth and gagging her. It seemed like it would never stop. Barbara coughed and spit as cum poured all over her face. She couldn't stand the taste and the smell now. Finally, the funnel was empty.
.
Completely covered in cum from head to toe, Barbara got quickly to her feet, and ran to the bathroom. Franticly, she slammed the door closed and quickly knelt over the toiled and began to gag. She felt her throat contract and open and finally it all came out. Although slower and hotter, cum gushed out of her nose and mouth like vomit. When she couldn't gag it all out she choked on it even harder. Desperately she pushed a finger down her throat and tried to pull out the cum that was stuck in her mouth. Cum dripped from her nose. She looked down into the toilet the blotches of cum that had collected together gave the water a hazy white color.

.

When Barbara finally thought she had gagged it all out, she stood up and looked in the mirror. Her reflection showed a drowned 19-year-old cum slut. Her makeup, what was left of it, was smeared all over her face. Her nose and mouth were red from gagging and choking. Her eyes were swollen. Her entire body was glistening and sticky. Barbara began to sob uncontrollably. Her eyes stung as her tears streamed out and mixed with the cum.

.

. …………….

.

When Barbara finally had herself cleaned off, she left the bathroom only to find that she was alone. Everyone was gone. Even Nathan. On the couch was a cheap-looking briefcase. She rushed over and quickly opened. When she saw that the money was all there, she smiled.

.

.

The end…

.

.

Hot New Girlfriend-(blowjobs/sucking cock-swallowing)-part-1 thru 2-of-2___erotica

.

.

.

Hot New Girlfriend

Part-1-of-2

.

.

I’m Jason and a couple months ago I met Lydia in a twice-weekly gourmet cooking class at the local community college.

.

After a few weeks of classes, when Lydia and I got to talking and she seemed nice enough, so we pretty much hit it off. After a few nice chats she made some comments on how tall I was and asked if my wife was tall. I knew why she asked this probing woman-type question. I don’t wear a ring and I’d never told her whether I was married or not. I told her my wife was petite.

.

Then one evening Lydia asked me if I chatted online. She told me that she had some recipes and material for our up coming test she wanted to send me.

.

Anyway we started chatting on line as well, and one night it got a little spicy. It was kind of late one evening and I asked Lydia what she was wearing. Her reply was, “Just an old t-shirt and nothing else.”

.

“Not even panties?” I asked with some surprise.

.

“Not even panties,” she returned.

.

I made some flirty comments regarding a girl not wearing panties. Then Lydia jokingly asked me what I wanted her to wear to the next class.

.

Lydia wasn’t just attractive she was gorgeous. At 25 her petite 5-foot 4 body still looked like that of a nubile teenager and her small perky B-cup breasts were always overflowing her tiny low-cut bra. Her wavy silken honey blonde hair always shimmered in the light. Her big sensuous blue eyes seemed to glow with an inner light rather then to merely reflect the light. Her figure was a toned and exquisitely proportioned 34-22-32. She had a slender waist and a sensually flat stomach, and her luscious legs were top off with the most pert little ass that I’d ever seen. Feeling daring, I told her to wear a short skirt and a low cut top with no bra. Actually I was just halfway joking but she agreed.

.

The following evening that is exactly what Lydia had on. Believe me she bent over several times so I could see down her shirt. Her breasts were very sexy and I wanted to reach in her blouse and cup one of them and roll her nipple between my fingers ever so gently.

.

The class was real busy so we didn’t get to chat until after we got home. To make a long story short, I told her that I’d been married over a dozen years and sex was almost non-existent. I probably get pussy once a month and sometimes not even that. And when I did get it, I had to practically beg my wife for it. I am not a fat lard-ass that stinks. Many women say I am handsome and I do more than my share around the house.

.

Lydia complained about the same thing. She said her hubby had turned into an over weight couch potato and just wasn’t interested in sex either. She confessed that she too was sex starved and that she ached to be ‘taken’ by a man who knew what he wanted.

.

Last week we were chatting on line and the conversation drifted to oral sex. After a few minutes of sharing our own special techniques Lydia said, “Just say it.”

.

I paused, not sure what she was saying here.

.

“Say it,” she typed again.

.

There was a long pause, maybe two minutes this time. Neither of us typed and then I finally typed, “I want to fuck you.”

.

“Go on,” she typed.

.

“I want to rip off your clothes off, get on top of you and feel your legs around me as I thrust my hard cock deep into you. I want to smother you with passionate kisses and feel your body pressed against mine as I take you for my pleasure,” I typed.

.

Then, after another long pause, Lydia, “This pussy is yours. All you have to do is take it, own it and use it.”

.

As I read that I was so hard I couldn’t even see straight.

.

It took a couple of years, but my wife’s incisive nagging, the shrewish behavior, the continual rejection of my sexual advances and unwavering refusal to take care of my needs finally got to me. It finally got to me. So after our next class we got a cheap sleazy hotel room. I asked Lydia if she wanted a nicer room but she said, “No.” To her sleazy motel rooms symbolized where married people went to cheat. She wanted me to fuck her like the slut that she wanted to be and thought that a sleazy motel room was the perfect setting.

.
Once inside the room we kissed long and hard. Then I walked her over to the bed. Knowing that she wanted to be taken and to be submissive, I forcefully shoved Lydia back onto the bed. Once she flopped back on it, I roughly stripped off her blouse and bra. I leaned down, found a nipple and promptly begin chewing, causing Lydia to scream out with joy.

.

Then I ripped off Lydia’s panties and skirt. As I stood there looking at her, I ordered Lydia to, “Open your legs and show me your pussy.”

.

Lydia blushed but looked a little expectant as she lay back on the bed and obediently spread her legs. When they were wide open, what a view! That curly little patch, I believe it was what the call a runway, of pubic hair was so cute that I just wanted to bury my face in it. As I got on my knees and gently stroked her thighs, Lydia was still blushing, but she visibly excited too. I could smell her sex as I leaned forward and planted a feather light kiss on her belly button. The aroma was intoxicating to say the least. I wanted a taste of her pussy, so I pulled her hips closer, and sought out her pussy with my tongue. My eyes were closed and I was stroking Lydia’s velvety thighs as my tongue danced all over her hard little clit. As I used my tongue on her clit, her fingers were tangled in my hair and her legs were on my shoulders. As I continued to lick Lydia’s pussy, I could feel it getting warmer and juicer all the time. As I moved my tongue back to her clit, I could tell that it was swollen and I could hear panting her approval. Lydia started moving her hips against my mouth. When I felt her cumming I grabbed her wrists so she couldn’t get away. She cummed like a damn freight train, all due to my tongue of course.

.

Then I stood up and Lydia’s hand slid down between my legs, her fingers teasing my balls through my slacks. As I let my jacket slip off my arms, she slowly undid my belt, and slid my zipper down. Reaching inside my boxers, she wrapped her fingers around my growing cock. It felt huge in her hand, thick and long, pulsing with blood. I groaned with pleasure as she pulled me free of my pants and ran her finger gently over the tip and down the shaft. My cock was ultra hard and dripping pre cum.

.

Taking Lydia by the hair, I pulled her forward and she kissed my cock. Keeping her lips stay there a little longer than necessary, she flicked her tongue across its tip. Then she alternated between licking and kissing my cock. I moaned as she slid her mouth down the length of my cock and twirled her tongue around its big head. I could feel my cock surge and swell as she ran her mouth up and down my hard shaft. My spine arched and my fingers went into Lydia’s hair when she reached up and cupped my balls. There wasn’t an inch of my body that wasn’t tingling with passion as an orgasm formed in my guts and spread to every part of my body.

.

Lydia knew the exact minute that I went over the edge and started to cum. My body moved with a sudden taut urgency, my fingers tightened in her hair, as my cock moved faster and faster in her warm moist mouth. I let a sigh, a sound both ancient and familiar to all women, as I wildly thrust my cock in and out of her mouth. With a loud groan of ecstasy, I closed my eyes and my face contorted as I erupted; my massive cock gushing hot cum in hard jets deep that flowed down her throat. As I cummed it was a feeling I’ve never experienced before, an overwhelming feeling of intense physical pleasure.

.

Secretly the rough stuff and the domination was such a turn on that I absolutely had to fuck Lydia. I was so aroused that even though I’d just cummed in her mouth, I still had a massive erection.

.

After positioning Lydia in the center of the bed, I knelt between her legs. She was so wet. I slid in and went slow, relishing how fleshy and wet her pussy felt. Pushing and pushing, I slid all the way in and did some grinding, grinding and kissing. I could feel her clenching around my cock, adjusting to my size. As I penetrated her, I placed my lips against hers and we kissed. Slow and steady, I fucked her deeper and deeper. Our lips were passionately sealed together and our tongues sensuously danced together inside her mouth until she lost her breath. Needing to breath, Lydia turned her head and broke our kiss. I couldn’t take my eyes off the point where our bodies were joined, as my cock, gleaming with moisture and cunt juice, slid in and out of her broiling pussy. I continued to thrust hard inside her achy little pussy. Up, up, and up I fucked, looking for that love spot deep inside Lydia’s pussy. At this point, our bodies were so close, that there is barely a breath of space between her body and mine; except for when I rammed it back in. More and more my cock possessed her pussy. All I can hear is the sweet slapping sound of wet flesh against wet flesh and her labored breathing. As I picked up the pace and got into a push up position, Lydia’s hands went straight to my chest and shoulders. I see her little B-cup breasts jump as my downward thrust bottomed out. After a few minutes I couldn’t take it any more and laid back down on her and held my hands under her shoulders and pumped and thrust even harder. Her hands were on the back of my head entwined in my hair as I bucked and shuddered in post-orgasmic bliss.

.

Then I thought to myself, “Oh yeah…. I’m going to own this pussy… hell yeah I’m going to own it and use it.”

.

I made her roll over and get on her hands. As her bare ass waved invitingly in the air I smacked it with the palm of my hand as I got into position behind her. Rubbing my cockhead up and down her slit, and gathering her moisture as I prepare to plunge into her, sent such a surge of excitement through my body that my knees got weak. Then I violently thrust into her pussy from behind, as I mounted her like a mad man. I could feel her body trembling with joy as my balls flopped against her. With my hands on her hips to hold her in place, I continued to madly ream her from behind. I fucked her hard and deep. But most of all I fucked her so savagely, that her beautiful body swayed erotically.

.

Lydia knew that I was going to cum and soon, so she lifted her hips up higher. “Give it to me,” she whispered, “Pleasure yourself.” That’s all I could take. One last thrust and then I held my cock as deep as inside her pussy as I could get it while I furiously spent myself into her. Lydia was so turned on, that she cummed just seconds after I did. As her pussy spasmed around my cock, I spurted gobs and gobs of cum into her pussy as she quivered through one orgasm after the other.

.

We fucked like this for 4- hours, and I loved it, every second. That’s why I took the time to make sure you got off too. You know, positive reinforcement in the hopes that we’ll do it again. It was awesome, mind-blowing oral sex and out right fucking. I can’t wait for the next session.

.

.

Hot New Girlfriend

Part-2-of-2

Her Side

.

.

I am Lydia, and I’m speaking not only for myself, but also, on behalf of the thousands of other women who attempt to carry on a no-strings-attached relationship with a married man.
.
The truth is that we women are emotional beings, while men are more physical being. Men have a greater ability to keep the emotions out of a physical relationship. Not to say, there aren’t a woman or 2 who can carry on a strictly no-string-attached relationship with married man, but they usually don‘t limited themselves to having just one sex partner.
.
While visual and other more physical stimulation normally turn on men, women tend to get turned on by feeling and actions; hence, the emotional area is taking command. I loved it when Jason would leave hickies on the inside of my inner thighs and on my boobs. The nervousness it made me feels to be around my husband and him not ever seeing them was almost intoxicating, especially when my husband and I were in bed together. Only I saw them in the light and when I look at them it made me think of how wonderful Jason made me feel. If and when my husband and I have sex, it's always in the dark, or dark enough that he can't see them.

.

Jason and I use to have sex in the strangest places, I once sucked him off while driving down I-20, in his car. His hands were on the wheel, and my mouth was polishing his rod.

.

I use to love spankings. They were great foreplay. It was our great secret. No one ever imagined that I enjoy such a thing. The spanking and the following sex left me a quivering mess. I love it. I think the reason I like to be spanked was to give up control completely. In my normal world I was always in complete control. Perhaps I did set the feminist movement back 10-years, but I rather doubt it. The spanking was voluntary, and the sex was delicious. If that violates a feminist’s political principles, then let her choose her own way to have sexual fun. I did. I never expected it, but it was one of the hottest, most intense, sexual experiences I have ever had. Suppose we just each do in private what pleases us.

.

I maintained a friends-with-benefits relationship with Jason for a couple of years ago. He was so hot and neither of our partners cared about sex, so we spent so much time together, that I ended up falling in love with him. Nothing he did cause it, I was just lonely, and had nothing else going on. I was married but it was a sexless marriage and was coming to an end. He was always available and all I had was make a ‘call’ and I’d be in the arms of this hot man, with an education, who turned me on. It was inevitable that I fell in love with Jason. I had no self-respect when it came to having sex with him.

.

When he ended it, I cried for over a week. After 2-months, we ran into one another again. By then my romantic idealizations were long gone. Now that my heart was beaten down, I was able start up with him again but this time we maintain a purely physical relationship.
.
Later on, when he met Mrs. Right and moved on, I was left alone again. Why didn’t he settle down for me? Why should he? He had gotten everything he needed from me for 2-years while he waited to meet ‘the right one.’ So, there I was out in the single world again, where I met another male, who was not looking for a one-on-one relationship. I thought with the experience I’d gained from the previous 2-year friends-with-benefits relationship, that I would be able to handle this one.

.
This guy, Charles, was not only better physically than Jason, but he was charming, treated me with respect, within the parameters of our friends-with-benefits kind of relationship. He was never mean, rude or condescending. I eventually understood he was not interested in anything serious and pursued other interests I had. I eventually even got a boyfriend, but nevertheless, we remained friends. With all that, I always found myself drawn back to spend more and more time with him. Charles and I had much more in common that the boyfriend did. On my part, there was no physically cheating on my boyfriend, but emotionally; I guess I have to say there was. I always preferred to hangout with Charles rather than my boyfriend.
.
Once my boyfriend and I broke up and were no longer boyfriend and girlfriend, I, heart-broken and lonely, allowed myself to re-kindle the relationship with my friends-with-benefits, Charles. And yes, eventually I foolishly fell in love with him. How could I not, he treated me even better than the other men who claimed to have love me did.
.
I could not help it. It is hard for women to not let emotions come into play.
.
I always let him believe I was 100% with him on the terms of that relationship, but I lied. I said that loved hanging out with him, I loved him. To this day, I still do.
.
I am moving on, but there is no way in HELL that I’ll ever try another friends-with-benefits relationship, unless I went back with friends-with-benefits buddy, Jason. With him, the terms were clearly demarcated, but that is not how I want to live.
.
It is easier for men, because you can keep your eye on the ball...we keep our eye on the baseball mitt, and while you are out there worried about hitting the ball, we are all worried about being able to catch it.

.

.

The end…

.

.

Four friends, who hadn't seen each other in 30 years, reunited at a party

.

.

Four friends, who hadn't seen each other in 30 years, reunited at a party.
.
After several drinks, one of the men had to use the rest room.
.
while he's gone the other 3 start talking about their sons.

.
The first guy said, 'My son is my pride and joy.He started working at a successful company at the bottom of the barrel. He studied Economics and Business Administration and soon began to climb the corporate ladder and now he's the president of the company. He became so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes for his birthday.'
.
The second guy said, 'Darn, that's terrific! My son is also my pride and joy. He started working for a big airline, then went to flight school to become a pilot. Eventually he became a partner in the company, where he owns the majority of its assets He's so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday.'
.
The third man said: 'Well, that's terrific! My son studied in the best universities and became an engineer. Then he started his own construction company and is now a multimillionaire.. He also gave away something very nice and expensive to his best friend for his birthday: A 30,000 square foot mansion.'
.
The three friends congratulated each other just as the fourth returned from the restroom and asked: 'What are all the congratulations for?'
.
One of the three said: 'We were talking about the pride we feel for the successes of our sons. ..What about your son?'
.
The fourth man replied: 'My son is gay and makes a living dancing as a stripper at a nightclub.'
.
The three friends said: 'What a shame... what a disappointment..'
.
The fourth man replied: 'No, I'm not ashamed. He's my son and I love him. And he hasn't done too bad either. His birthday was two weeks ago, and he received a beautiful 30,000 square foot mansion, a brand new jet and a top of the line Mercedes from his three boyfriends.'

.

fantasy goes wrong-(sex-violance-nonconsensual gangbang-girl/girl-blowjobs-swallowing)----part-1 thru 4-of-4___gangbang

.

.

.

Fantasy Goes Wrong

Part-1-of-4

.

.
I'm Mike, a 45-year-old reporter for a newspaper in a Southern Texas city of 45,000 people. I've been with the same paper for 23-years and have established myself a solid reputation as hard-nosed investigative journalist who worked his way through the ranks from sports writer to senior news reporter. I've ruffled some feathers in our town with my reporting and columns. My wife of 21-years, Samantha, is a looker at 43. Her 5-foot-4, 125-pound body, short brown hair, perfect ass and youthful looks make her look 10 to 15-years younger. She loves it when she has to show her ID to a male behind the counter at out-of-state nightclubs, giving him a good view of what a hot mom looks like. Our 2-daughters attend college in another part of the state, so that gives Samantha and me plenty of time to do more things together, and that includes doing more sexually.
.
In the past year, I've noticed Samantha has been spending more time on the computer. I looked at the browser history after she was on the computer for what seemed to be hours, and discovered what she had been reading: Literotica.com. It seems the stories she read the most were under the Non-consent/Reluctance category. It seems so out of character for Samantha, a nurse with a conservative upbringing, to be turned on by stories of women who allowed themselves to be ravished by men. Then again, it may just be that she's hitting a peak in her sexual drive; I sure don't want to be the one holding her back. She had been acting more submissive, as if she wanted someone to forcibly hold her down and fuck her. She enjoyed being called by a nickname, ‘Sammy,’ when she takes on a more sexual persona. ‘Sammy’ can be quite the naughty woman, giving great lap dances and blowjobs before allowing my out-of-shape self to drive my cock inside her.
.
After seeing what she was interested in, I came up with the bright idea to surprise Samantha with a non-consent fantasy one Saturday night. I was in the living room when she came out of the bedroom wearing the green stripper g-string bikini Id bought for her 6-years ago during a visit to an out-of-state strip club. That set everything in motion for me to act: I sneaked up behind her, pretending I had a gun. I ordered her to stand still while I cuffed her wrists behind her back with padded handcuffs. She played along, probably wondering what my next move would be. I ordered her to not say a word, and then I blindfolded her. I walked her to my car, opened one of the back seat doors and guided her into the back seat. I demanded that she lay down so no one would see a blindfolded woman in a tiny bikini sitting in the back of my car. I got into the driver's side, started the car and backed it out of the driveway. Days earlier, I had scouted the area near our subdivision home and found an old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. It had been abandoned years earlier and was so secluded that I could take Sammy and force her to things for my pleasure with fear of being disturbed. It sat on a large tract of land surrounded by a chain link fence. However, the property was easily accessible because there was no gate.
.
I drove Samantha around for about 10-minutes, before finally driving into the gin property and parking the car in a thicket next to the building so no could see it. It was about 10 p.m. and there was a slight breeze in the warm August evening. Not saying a word, I reached for Samantha's cuff hands and pulled for her to get out of the back seat. Still blindfolded, she walked as I led her into the dusty insides of the building. In the back corner of the gin was a mattress I found near the gin, apparently someone threw it out along with other junk. Samantha acted as if she was struggling to break free, but didn't give much of a resistance. It was a sign she was playing along with the fantasy.
.
"I've been watching you, Sammy," I said to her in a gruff voice. "You have been such a cock tease. I've been wanting you for so long, and now I have you where I want you."
.
I freed her hands from the cuffs and forced her to kneel on the mattress. I stood in front of her, my cock pressing against the front of my jeans. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my thick, 6-inch cock, and gave her the orders. "I want you to suck my dick, Sammy," I ordered her. "Suck it good or else..."
.
Samantha, still blindfolded, responded by licking up and down my cock with her tongue, even going down to tease my balls. She then pulled her head back and opened her lips to take in the head my dick. After playing with that for a minute, she opened her mouth and slowly took my cock into her warm mouth. Her head began bobbing as the pace of her sucking increased. Man, what a feeling, I thought. She's so good. It's taken Samantha years to perfect the art of oral sex. "Keep sucking it, baby," I growled at her, putting my right hand on the back of her head to force her down onto my shaft. "You like sucking cock, don't you, Sammy?"
.
She pulled out long enough to respond. "Yes, I love sucking cock," she replied. She sucked a few more seconds before saying, "Please, don't make me suck anymore. I'll do anything you want. Please?"
.
I didn't give it a second thought. "Keep sucking, honey," I said. "You're not going to…” then suddenly, a door about a dozen feet behind Samantha swung open, and 5-young white males came storming out. I had no idea there were others in the building. I didn't see any other vehicles around the building when I pulled up. I pulled my cock out of Samantha's mouth, but 2-of the men grabbed me and pined my arms behind my back. When I tried to fight off the guys holding me, a third moved towards me.

.

Right away, I recognized him immediately. He was Aaron Bailey. Aaron was a blue chip all-state quarterback for the local high school football team 8-years ago. He was a prized catch for UTA and played there 3-years, starting 2. However, he was ruled ineligible when it was discovered someone had taken the college entrance exam for him and that he had accepted a large sum of cash, a new sports car, sexual favors from wives, daughters and girlfriends of boosters and many other freebies for his signature. The football team was put on probation and Bailey banned from college football. He wound up dropping out of school. I knew about Bailey's case quite well, because I was one of the reporters who helped expose the university's cheating and Bailey's generous gifts. He bounced around some minor football leagues for a couple of years before returning to his hometown to a life of thuggery. Still possessing the fit athletic body from his playing days, he was known to get in fights here and there, but escaped prosecution of the law with the aid of his father and uncle, both wealthy business owners and community powerbrokers known to bend the law here and there in their favor.
.
Meanwhile the other 2-men had grabbed Samantha by the arms when she tried to stand up. "Stop it, don't touch me," Samantha begged the 2-guys after they removed her blindfold. She then looked in my direction and cried, "Mike, is this part of your game? Did you set this up?" But her question died on her lips when she heard Bailey snapped, "Hey, Mr. Newspaperman. Remember me? Yeah, you know who I am. You fucked up my life with your snooping around. You bastard. I ought to kill you and dump you in Dalton Creek,” then hit me in the stomach so hard that I thought I was going to pass out.

.
Looking down at my wife, Aaron said, “But instead I'm just going to take it out on her," as he used the hand that thrown so many touch down passes to grab my wife's brown hair and jerk her back down onto the mattress.
.
One of the other 2-holding Samantha was Aaron's cousin and closest pal, Skeeter Bailey. Laughing, Skeeter grabbed the handcuffs I’d had on Samantha earlier, pulled her arms behind her and cuffed them again.
.
"Mr. Newspaperman, "We were watching y'all from the back room when y'all came in. and we were watching when your wife was giving you a blowjob," Aaron Bailey said, “Now, she's going to do the same for us, and you're going to watch it."
.
Then the 5-started laughing as Samantha began crying. I was filled with rage and wanted to break free to save her, but one of the guys holding me gave me a roundhouse punch to the jaw. As I fell to my knees, I could taste the blood in my mouth and the pain in my jaw, but it didn't compare to the pain and sickness I felt knowing that I was about to watch my wife perform sex acts for the pleasure of the 5-thugs.
.
Starting the ball rolling was Aaron Bailey. After all, he was always the leader both on and off the football field. He declared he would be the first to have his cock sucked by the little pretty wife of the reporter that he despised. Grinning from ear to ear, he unzipped his pants and whipped out a thick cock that had to be at least 9-inches long. It was already stiff, and he wanted it sucked.
.
"Guys, force this slut to open her mouth," he ordered Skeeter and the other guy, whom I didn't recognize. They reached in front of her and each pulled down her bikini top, exposing Samantha's natural 34B breasts. She continued to cry, but it was unlikely that she would ever be heard outside the warehouse. Aaron walked up to her. "Suck it, bitch. Suck it like you sucked your hubby's cock," he ordered, his breath smelling of beer. "We watched you do it, and I know you can do the same for me. Skeet, make her do it."

.

Skeeter pulled out his own knife and held it against her neck. "Suck me, I said," snapped Aaron. Terrified, Samantha resigned herself to her fate and started teasing Aaron’s cock with her tongue before going down on him. As she sucked, Skeeter and the other guy had their hands on the back of her head forcibly pushing her mouth farther down on Aaron's big manhood.
.
I was in shock seeing my wife being forced to suck Aaron Bailey's dick. He moaned in pleasure as she continued to suck every inch of it, hoping this would allow the men to go easy on us. She tried spitting out Aaron's pre-cum, but her head was pulled back onto Aaron's cock. "Oh, oh, yeah," Aaron said in pleasure. "God, she's a great dick sucker. Reporterman looks like she's been practicing on other guys besides you."

.

Suddenly pain shot threw Samantha’s skull as she felt him grab a handful of her hair with both hands, and roughly jam his massive rock hard cock down her throat. When she I tried to pull away he slammed a hand brutally over my nose cruelly clamped it closed. “Don’t fight it,” he snarled as she fought to breathe, unable to even remember the feeling of air filling her lungs. I watched her eyes rolling back in her head and then I heard the sound of her moaning. As I watched, the bastard still had his hands twisted cruelly in her hair and his dick was moving hard and fast in and out of her mouth. Samantha began gagging, but Aaron didn't let up. I thought he was going to cum in her mouth. Instead, pulled out and ordered Skeeter to take his turn. A few minutes later, it was the third guy.

.

While the two guys who were holding me had their turns, Aaron and Skeeter took turns punching me in the ribs and threatening to castrate me if I ever told anyone about what was happening.
.
After all 5-had their cocks sucked, Aaron got in my face and said, "We're not done with her, yet ass hole, not by a long shot. The best is yet to come, and I do mean, cum." He laughed, and I knew what he meant. He told Skeeter and one of the guys to unlock the cuffs, pull her arms in front of her and re-cuff her. Aaron wanted Samantha in a doggie sex position with her butt sticking up in the air. "Man, she's got a fine ass," Aaron said, "And that pussy … I can hardly wait."
.
Aaron took a knife, sliced off Samantha's bikini bottom and pulled out his dick once again from his pants. It was stiff and slippery from Samantha's sucking. "It's going it deep," Aaron taunted her and me, and she began crying again. And with a couple of thrusts, Aaron Bailey's rod was deep inside my wife's pussy, and he enjoyed it. His anger toward me was channeled into every powerful pump of his dick inside Samantha's pussy. I was the only man who's ever made love to Samantha, and now she is being forced to take on the cock of a man who's much bigger than my average cock. "Oh, oh, stop it. Please, stop it, I begged, …" Samantha wailed, but was unable to finish it. Fifteen minutes later, the maddening fucking by Aaron Bailey ended when his dick exploded cum inside my wife's pussy.
.
"OK, guys," Aaron, said after withdrawing his spent cock from Samantha's cum-filled cunt. "I've greased her up for ya. You can take her now." Once again, the other four - beginning with Skeeter, of course - took turns with her. Instead of one at a time, they gangbanged her. One would fuck her while another forced her to suck his cock. A third reached underneath Samantha's body to twist and pinch her nipples, causing her to moan in agony. They rotated their positions, and even Aaron jumped back into the action by sucking her nipples. One of the guys who held me did the unthinkable, something Samantha never wanted to do - anal fucking. She liked me slipping a finger in her anus to simulate anal intercourse, but thought I was too big to penetrate it. The guy didn't listen to her begging them not to fuck her there. After fucking her cunt for a few minutes, he pulled out and slid his cock into her other hole. She screamed in pain, but that only motivated the guy to, in his words, ‘ride’ Samantha. The remaining 4-guys took turns cumming in or on Samantha … in her pussy, her mouth, her face.
.
Throughout Samantha's ravishment, I laid on the floor of the warehouse in pain. After the blowjobs, they found a roll of duct tape and bound my hands behind my back and tapped up my mouth. Hours passed before all 5-were finished with Samantha. By that time I’d passed out, and I think she was passed out too when it was all over. When I woke up, the early morning sun was shining through small holes in the metal roof. Samantha was lying naked on the mattress, her hands free of the handcuffs. I somehow managed to remove the duct tape from my hands and mouth. Then staggering over to Samantha, I picked up her limp body. I carried her out to where the car was parked, put her in the backseat and drove home.

.

Once she was coherent i…

.

.

Fantasy Goes Wrong

Part-2-of-4

Revenge-a Dish Better Served Cold

.

.

Once Samantha was coherent I convinced her that her life would be in danger if we called the cops. But I promised here that it wasn’t over, not by a long shot. Upset that I was physically unable to protect my wife the next week I both enrolled in a Jujitsu school and joined a gun club. As soon as I joined the gun club I took the ‘concealed carry’ course that they offered. Within a month I had a concealed handgun carry permit and my weapon of choice was a model 19 .357 mag Smith and Wesson with a 4-inch barrel.

.

After that I spent 2-evenings a week in the Do Jo and most Saturday afternoons at the gun range. If nothing else the Jujitsu lessons got into shape.

.

. …………….

.

One evening about 6-months later, around 2 am one of Aaron friend Billy got up to go to the bathroom. His wife didn’t let him smoke in the house, so while he was up Billy stepped out on his back patio to have a cigarette. As he was lightening his cigarette Billy heard a noise. When he looked up he could just barely make out a shadowy form standing in his back yard. Thinking it was the homeless person that had been hanging around the area lately, ever the bully; Billy turned and strutted towards the shadow in a very aggressive manor. Using the power in his legs as he stood up, and the torque of his hips, the shadow hit Billy, the-would be bully right on the sternum with a chop. As the sternum snapped and the bully fell toward him, the shadow grabbed his shirt so that he couldn’t pull away from him. Then he was nothing but a flurry of feet, hands, and elbows as he worked the bully over. Then the shadow went ballistic, and the next thing he knew he was sitting on top of the bully and he was using his hair to pound his head on the patio. When the shadow regained his senses, Billy the bully had stopped fight and his body was just flopping around. The rapist’s head was split open and there was blood everywhere and it was obvious to the shadow that he’d killed him. Anger gave the shadow such an adrenalin rush, that he picked Billy’s dead body up with one hand and started shaking him like a terrier shaking a rat. Anger spent, the shadow dropped the body at his feet. The shadow stood there until he had his breath, then like a ghost he disappeared back into the shadows of the yard.

.

The next morning, I was reading the morning paper while Samantha and I were eating breakfast when an article caught my eye. “Hey Sam, did you see this article about the body that was found in the guy’s back yard? The body had lain there for several hours before it was discovered. Apparently the guy had been in some sort of fight and had been beaten to death.”

.

“There’s a picture here and the guy looks like one of Aaron and Skeeter’s friends, I believe they called him Billy.”

.

When Samantha looked, she turned a little pale as if she still remembered that infamous day. “You’re right, he was one of the bastards.”

.

The article went on to say that from all appearances no weapon other than hands and feet had been use. Judging from the severity of the beating, his assailant must have really hated him.

.

Since the rape our sex life died. Not only were we not having sex like they did before, but Samantha often cringed at my touch. That night there was still no sex, but she spooned against me in her sleep, something that she had done since that tragic day. The next day Samantha asked if she could go to my jujitsu class with me. After she watched a couple of classes she enrolled and started taking classes with me.

.

. …………

.

A few months later, Alvin, another of Aaron’s buddies was up under his car trying to take off the oil pan. When he heard the whisper of feet on the cement, Alvin knew that it wasn’t his wife because she was off visiting her mother. When he craned his neck around all Alvin could see were 2-sets of feet. “Yo,” he shouted, “Can I help you?” The feet moved closer, but all Alvin got was silence. “Hey, asshole,” he yelled, “If you want something sing out, otherwise get the fuck out of here. I'm busy.”

.

Silently the one set of feet moved around by the jack. When Alvin saw the jack handle move, he shouted, “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” Franticly he started trying to wiggle out from under the car. But Alvin only made it a few inches before the weight of the car had him pinned to the pavement. Suddenly the owner of the second pair of feet stooped down where her face could be seen. “Oh my god, it’s you,” the poor fool squalled. Without answering the lady just grinned at him. Meanwhile, the other set of feet continued to lower the jack. Once the weight of the car was resting on Alvin’s chest, the first set of feet squatted down beside the second and they quietly watched Alvin scream his life away.

.

For the last year their sex life had been practically non-existent. What few, very few times it happened it was obvious that she was forcing herself to do it just for him. Knowing that she was just going through the motions to please him brought him no joy, so he eventually stopped making advances. But today when they got home, they had sex like they hadn’t had it for a year. It started on the drive home with her playing with his cock, then actually sucking his cock as he drove.

.

I almost ran off the road when Sam put her hand in my lap and stroked my cock. As we continued down the highway Sam continued to caress my now throbbing cock, stroking it up and down. A few miles further when we got off the main highway and onto a more remote section of road, Sam again took me by surprise She casually asked, "You want a blow job?” Then without waiting for an answer, she unzipped my jeans. Freeing my already hardened cock, she grasped it in her hands. Then turning sideways in the seat, she started probing the slit at the end, pushing her tongue into it. Soon she was licking and sucking the head of my cock, teasing it with her tongue. Then she licked the entire length of my cock, pausing to push my jeans out of the way so she could lick and lightly suckle on my balls. Then with a giggle, she returned to the head and let my cock slide into her mouth.

.

Slowly, she ran her tongue up the shaft of my now throbbing cock, "Tell him what a good cocksucker I am." Then before I could reply, she engulfed me again. All I could do was groan and place my hand on the back of her head. Recklessly I shoved her head down on him, pushing my cock down her throat. In seconds, I was bucking and humping as I filled her mouth with cum.

.

As I pulled into the driveway, Sam didn’t even wait for the car to come to a complete stop before she jumped out a sprinted for the front door. As she raced a cross the lawn, she was already shucking her clothes. When I caught up with her, she was standing naked on the front porch waiting for me to unlock the door.

.

Sam got straight down to it, ripping my clothes off as we went in the door. My jacket had already been lost by the time I got through the front door. I lost my pants somewhere between the front door and the living room. My shirt soon was half unbuttoned and Samantha’s nails were digging into my back as she tore the fabric from my body. I recoiled in pain and pleasure as Samantha pulled me to the floor. As we hit the carpet, I pushed her onto her back. I quickly pushed her knees up and aside, exposing her engorged pussy to my view. I could see her pussy lips pouting open, moisture pooling at the entrance to her hole, her clit straining to get out from between her delicate pink lips. I lowered my face between her legs and ran my tongue the entire length of it, slurping her juices as I fastened my lips upon her clit, sucking greedily it into my mouth. With a girlish giggle, Samantha began to squirm around as my tongue got her juices flowing. As I pushed my tongue between her lips and buried it in her hole, she clamped my head against her pussy, pressing it into her as she ground her hips into my face. Then I felt her orgasm hit her as wave after wave of delight washed over her body, her juices bathing my tongue as I lapped her up. When I finished licking her, I crawled up on top of her and kissed her, swirling my tongue around in her mouth, letting her taste herself on me.

.

Rising up on my knees, for a moment I admire Sam ’s exquisite body. Her skin is smooth and the color of the palest cream, offset by the long red curls at the top and the short red curls between her long, slender legs. Unable to resist you run your fingers through the hair above her pussy. It is as soft and silky as the hair on her head. She watches me touch her without saying a word but her breasts were heaving and there was sheen of moisture between them that I found extremely sexy. As I stared down at her, she reached between us, grasped my cock and brought my erection down and inserted it into her waiting pussy. Possessively she wrapped her legs around my back as I lowered myself down to cover her. Samantha looked up at me and smiled as my body covered hers. I could smell her arousal and feel the texture of her body under me. As I slid smoothly into her, we lay motionless for a moment, enjoying the sensation of my rock hard cock filling her pussy. Then I began kissing her as I slowly started thrusting myself rhythmically into her, moving my hips against hers. Reminiscent of the old Samantha, she rose up to meet me on each deep thrust. She put her arms around my back, caressing me. And then she tightened her legs around my waist, pulling me even deeper inside of her. Her mouth found mine again, her tongue entering into my mouth in time with my strokes. I can hear her moan, and I could feel her starting to spasm from the inside out. The sensation brought me to another edge and we climax together, our bodies shuddering with pleasure. I stayed inside of her as we lay together basking in the afterglow, enjoying the sensations of each others' body, our arms around each other.

.

The article in the paper the next morning said that Alvin was killed in a freak accident. He was working in his garage on Saturday and the car apparently fell off the jack crushing his chest. They estimate that death had not been instantaneous and he’d probably laid there in agony for quite some time before finally dying. The body wasn’t found about 7 in the evening when his wife returned home from her mothers.

.

. …………………….

.

About 6-months later as he stood in the dark waiting, the shadow like figure fingered the knife that he had concealed under his coat. It was a Swedish made filet knife with a 6-inch razor sharp blade that tapered to almost a needlepoint that he’d picked up at the flea market in Weatherford one weekend when he and his wife were there shopping. As was his habit, a little after 1 am the unsuspecting victim came out of the Irish pub and strolled down the sidewalk towards a nearby parking lot. It was easy to tell by his lumbering gait that he’d spent most of the evening drinking.

.

As the victim neared the mouth of the alley, the shadow materialized in front of him. Muttering, the drunken victim stared blurry eyed at him. The drunk was finally able to focus his eyes on the specter’s face. “Oh god, it’s you,” he stammered as his hand went into his pocket for his switchblade. As the drunk’s knife came out of his pocket, as if by magic the filet knife materialized and flicked out like a serpent’s tongue and slashed him across the back of the hand. As the switchblade slipped from his fingers and the drunken victim grabbed his bloody hand, let out a squawk and with a moment of clarity sprinted into the street. With the phantom trailing along behind the drunk continued across the street and into the park.

.

Inside the park, the terrified drunk immediate encountered a lady jogger. Running up to her he frantically begged for help. “Sure thing,” she replied as she stepped and hit him with a palm thrust under the chin. The force on the blow chipped teeth as she slammed his mouth shut. Before he could react, she drove a knee brutally into his groin. As he stumbled away from her, she followed continuing striking him with feet and hands. As her foot connected with his chin, he would jerk his hands down to block the next kick. For his trouble he would get either a chop or a punch to the head. He was so stunned and overwhelmed that he didn’t realize that she was herding him further into the dark. Once in the jogger had him into the trees and out of sight of casual pedestrians on the sidewalk, the phantom’s razor sharp blade flicked across the back of the drunk’s leg and the drunk went helplessly to the ground. Without a pause, the lady jogger continued to kick him, causing excruciating pain with each swing of her foot.

.

Once the lady jogger’s anger was expended, the phantom grabbed the drunk’s collar and …

.

.

Fantasy Goes Wrong

Part-3-of-4

.

.

Once the lady jogger’s anger was expanded, the phantom grabbed the drunk’s collar and quickly dragged him further into the dark. It was amazing the damage that a razor sharp blade can do to the human body in a matter of seconds. Another flick of his wrist and the drunk’s throat was cut from ear to ear. Then as suddenly as they’d appeared, the wraith and the lady jogger disappeared up the darkness, leaving the drunk bleeding his life out on the cold damp grass of the park.

.

Again, in here exuberance Samantha stripped off her clothes as she leaped out of the car. But the lady jogger had such a euphoric high that instead of heading for the front door, she danced and cavorted naked around the front yard. The moonlight bathed her alabaster body as she did pole dance routines from her dancing days on our flagpole and when she turned cartwheels across the lawn. When I finally caught up with Samantha, I hoisted her over my shoulder and headed for our bedroom. As soon as I got to the bedroom, I tossed her on the bed and scampered in beside her. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her passionately on the lips. Samantha kissed me back fervently, then rolled me over and began undressing me. As my pants hit the floor, she pulled my briefs down, freeing my already hardened cock. Grasping my cock in her hands, Samantha began to probe the pee-slit, teasing it with her tongue. Then she licked the entire length of my cock, stopping to eagerly lick and suck on his balls, before moving back up and letting the head slide into her mouth.

.
As Samantha sucked my cock, I felt my cock responding to both the memory of the night’s events and the enthusiastic ministrations of her mouth. As Samantha continued to suck my cock deeper down her throat, I could feel my balls begin to churn, warning me of my impending orgasm. Grabbing the sides of her head, I hump my hips up off the bed as I furiously fucked Samantha’s mouth. When my balls erupted, spewing my load into her mouth, Samantha greedily slurped down my cum, swallowing it all as fast as it filled her mouth. When I finished cumming, she continued to lick and suck on my cock, slowly urging it into a state of readiness again. Then she quickly jumped up on top of me, positioning my cock at the entrance to her pussy. Reaching out, I held her by her hips to assist her as I stared between our bodies. I love the sight of my cock piercing her flesh and disappearing into the folds of her pussy. When she finished lowering herself down onto me, I was in her up to the base of my cock, my pubic hair tickling hers as she positioned herself.
.
When I looked up into her face, I saw that she had her eyes closed. Her mouth had come open and she was gasping, taking her own pleasure from impaling herself upon me. Trance like, she ran her hands up from my stomach across my rib cage and past my nipples. Once braced, Samantha began to move on me, her first thrusts starting off long and lovingly.
.
She had been wise to blow me before our first coupling. After all the excitement of the evening, I hadn’t needed too many minutes between orgasms to regain a raging erection. But after relieving myself of my initial loud I now felt a considerably heightened control over myself. So now instead of being afraid of coming I actually was able to pump towards it.
.
Her nipples, hard and dark, became my next targets. I rose up to her and flickered my tongue across the sensitive tips, biting them between my lips, stretching them out, and then allowing them to snap back into place. Sucking them hard, taking them deep into my mouth and rubbing my teeth across them until heated saliva trickled down the sides of her well-rounded breasts. As she franticly bounced up and down on my shaft, Samantha pulled my face harder against her aching breasts as if willing me to devour them.

.

She was bucking on top of me and starting to moan out her pleasure. My thrusts were becoming powerful, maybe more than she expected. She was trying to mumble something, I think it was just an “oh fuck” or maybe an “oh my god”, whatever it was I couldn’t hear her, and I wasn’t about to stop. I held her tight as her bottom bounced up and down on top of my balls. She met my thrusts by ramming her pelvis down on mine. We rutted like animals in heat. Soon I had her screaming. Her screams were loud and urgent. I could feel the contractions of her pussy walls on my thrusting member. I could feel her the wetness increase with each jab of my cock. .

.

Passion and tenderness gave way to heated lust, both bodies screaming for satisfaction and release. Rolling her onto her back, pinning her body beneath me, my throbbing cock quickly found Samantha’s moist, lubricated opening. With a single thrust I was fully inside her, refilling her with my manhood. My balls pressed hard against her ass as I held myself inside her, the hot, tight confines of her pussy threatening to suck the seed from my balls prematurely. With great effort, I withheld my release, instead drawing slowly away from her, and then cruelly thrusting into her once more. Her fingers griped tightly to my upper arms, her nails digging into my now well-muscled flesh as she threw back her head and let heavy groans of ecstasy escaped her sweet pink lips.
.
Over and over, I thrust into her, adhering to her call for me to take her harder and faster. Sweat ran from my body, dropping onto her steamy flesh and trickling down her sides onto the sheets. With a deep groan, I pushed into Samantha one last time, my cock injecting her pussy with burst after hot burst of scalding hot cum, her pussy contracting and squeezing every precious drop from me as orgasm after orgasm washed through her.

.

A few days later as Samantha cavorted happily around the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron, I indulged in a huge breakfast of bacon, eggs, and fresh squeezed orange juice. Samantha had wanted to fix me waffles and hash browns and grits, or whatever my heart desired, but all I want was the bacon and eggs. When I finally got her to settle enough to listen, I read her an article that caught my eye. “Hey, Sam did you see this article about the body that some jogger’s found in the park. The body had apparently lain hidden in the trees for nearly a week. The article went on to say that from all appearances his assailant had used some sort of knife on him. Judging from the severity of the damage done to the body the authorities suspected that his assailant must have really hated him. It definitely wasn’t robbery, because his wallet, watch, rings, and other valuables were still on the body. Because of the severity of the some drug lord used him as an example to others.

.

“There’s a picture here and the guy looks like one of Aaron and Skeeter’s friends.”

.

When Samantha looked, she turned a little pale as if she still remembered that infamous day. “You’re right, he was one of the bastards.” Then she reminded me that there were still 2-of them out there free to harm other innocent women. Eventually under the guise of being the friend of a rape survivor and wanting to know how to help her, Samantha had joined a rape survivors support group. Over a period of time she discovered that about 6 or 8-others had been raped by Aaron and his boys and because of fear had never reported it.

.

Apparently, Aaron and Sheeter smelled a rat, because when news of the third death hit the papers, they disappeared in the dark of night to parts unknown. But I wasn’t worried because I knew that they would eventually resurface and we’d be waiting. During our wait, Samantha and I continued with our jujitsu classes. The 2-of us even started a self-defense class for the rape survivors to help them gain confidence and take their lives back. Teaching the self-defense class and helping the other rape victims did wonders for Samantha’s mental health. To my joy her sex drive was back and she was her old self again. She even developed a friendship with Janet, one of the girls in our self-defense class. Janet is 25, single, extremely hot, but since her rape she tries to hide it by wearing frumpy clothing. She has long, straight blonde hair, which she usually wears up in a chaste bun, long muscular legs, and nice, firm, plump perky breasts that bounce merrily as she walks. She wears tortoise-shell plastic framed glasses that constantly slide down her upturned pug nose, forcing her to push them back up every few moments.

.

Besides girl’s nights out and shopping sprees together, Janet started joining us for dinner and even spending the weekend in one of our spare bedrooms. I didn’t mind their friendship, Janet it was good for my ego to take 2-such beautiful ladies out to eat. And she was good company for Sam while I was away on assignment. Which brings me to my present dilemma. I accidentally overheard a conversation between them. It seems on their girl’s night out they had been stalking and tracking the pattern of Janet’s rapist. They had copious notes on his life. They knew where he lived, who his wife and kids were, where he banked, bought groceries, his habits, normal movements and bar where he usual hung out. Samantha had even hung out in the bar and let the guy buy her a drink. She even danced with him.

.

Worried about them, the next time I was home alone I went through their notes. Turns out like good generals, they even had a very detail written plan of attack. It seems that the next time I was out of town, Samantha was going to wear a disguise and go to the guy’s bar. Then she was going to let the guy pick her up and take her home. Under the guise of having a husband at home, she was going to get the guy to take her to the warehouse where she was raped. Then she was going to lure the guy inside where Janet would be waiting. Then they were going to deal with him, like her rapists had been dealt with.

.

Afterwards they were going to leave the body in the basement of the warehouse where it probably wouldn’t be found for months, and were going to leave the keys in his truck in a part of town where it was sure to be stolen. By the time the body was found, his truck would either be in Mexico or stripped for parts. Actually it wasn’t really a bad plan.

.

Later when the girls got home, I told Samantha that I was being sent on assignment, so when I went to work on Friday I wouldn’t be home until Sunday evening.

.

Friday night I was sitting in the bar parking lot when Janet dropped Samantha off. If I hadn’t recognized the car and been expecting her, I wouldn’t have recognized Samantha. When she got out of the car Samantha looked like a total slut and was exuding sex appeal so strong that I could feel it all the way across the parking lot. She was wearing a black mini skirt that flared out from her thighs and displayed her very long smooth tanned legs. As she got out of the car, I got a glimpse of powder blue lace panties and matching blue garters holding up her sheer hose. The flesh between her nylons and panties was breathtaking and made my dick stand at attention. When she stood, her shapely ass was set off perfectly by her 5-inch stiletto heels. Samantha wore a black peasant blouse that was off her shoulders and I just knew she wore no bra. She was wearing far more makeup than was her habit, and this was top off with a long black wig to hid her auburn hair. She looked so luscious and I was so thrilled with how she looked. I wanted to run across the parking lot and fuck her right then on the hood of a car.

.

I too was in disguise, so when things got busy, I slipped into the bar. Grabbing a beer, I faded into a dark corner and watched. Once I was sure that they were ready to go, I waited until Sam went to the restroom to call Janice, I took off. I park my bike back in the woods and was barely inside the warehouse when Janet drove up. I watched from the shadows as Janet concealed herself near the mattress and wait.

.

Samantha and Janet’s rapist were groping each other like 2-horney teenagers when they stumbled into the room. Somewhere between the bar and here, he’d pulled her blouse down around her waist and her milky white breasts were gleaming in the moonlight. When he started to lower Sam down on to the mattress, Janet stepped out. Not being as drunk as they thought, he shoved Sam into Janet’s path and fled. By the time the girls had got untangled and gotten back on their feet, he had disappeared into the dark.

.

Knowing he was heading for the door, I was waiting. When he was about 15-feet from the door, I blocked his path banishing my fillet knife. Seeing me he let out a low wail of fear and fled back into the darkness of the warehouse. For the next 30-minutes as he ran franticly in useless circles through the warehouse, the girls taunted him from the dark, reminding him of how he’d callously raped Janet and that it was time for retribution. He never knew when or where it was coming from, but from time to time, either Janet or Samantha would materialize from the dark and either strike or kick him. In a frantic attempt to save himself, the guy ducked away from them and sprinted for the exited.

.

The girls were caught so off guard that …

.

.

Fantasy Goes Wrong

Part-4-of-4

.

.

The girls were caught so off guard that he might have made good his escape, but as he ran past the basement stairs, I loamed up out of the dark and used a jujitsu take down and threw him down the stairs. As I moved back into the dark, the girls ran up and followed his moans down the stairs. When I was sure that Janet was in the process of finishing him off, I left.

.

Instead of taking my bike home, I hide in the backseat of Janet’s car. In a few minutes she got in and soon we were following Samantha in the guys pickup into the barrio. In a rundown neighbor hood, Samantha parked and leaving the doors unlocked and the key in the ignition, jumped into the front seat beside Janet. They were both so sexually charged that I could smell their lust. They were both so excited that they kissed before we drove away. The whole drive home, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

.

I couldn’t believe that they were so into each other that neither realized that I was in the back seat. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud, when about a mile from our house, Sam leaned over and put her face in Janet’s lap.

.

When they pulled into our driveway, they both jumped out and scampered hand in hand into the house. Using my cell phone to activate the motion activated cameras, I patiently waited until they had time to get involved before I slipped in. as to be expected, I found them in our bedroom in our bed. Janet must have found Sum’s slut attire as hot as I did, because when I peek through the crack in the door, a very naked Janet was lying in bed beside a still dressed Sam. Sam wasn’t just dressed; she still had on her ‘fuck-me’ stiletto heels and her black wig. When Sam pushed Janet’s legs apart I could see moisture beading up on the pink flesh of the outer lips of her bald pussy. Looking up at her, Janet slipped her hand under Sam’s blouse and cupped her lovely breasts. Pulling the front of her blouse down, Sam purred, “Would you like to suck them?” Eagerly Janet leaned down and started kissing and licking them all over.

.

One of Sam’s hands was possessively on the back of Janet’s neck and with the other she reached up and grabbed her breast. That encouraged Janet to move her hand between Sam’s thighs and place it on her pussy. Spasms of pleasure vibrated through Sam’s wide spread thighs as Janet pushed her panties aside and gently ran her fingers up and down her moist slit. With a giggle, Sam happily devoured Janet’s luscious breasts while Janet fingered her pussy.

.

Moving down, Sam pressed her lips against Janet’s engorged clit and started sucking with a vengeance. Her tongue darted out and teased Janet’s clit, before she dove into her for a taste of her juices. Her taste was like aphrodisiac to Sam, causing an explosion lust to surge through her body. Janet quivered helplessly, totally turned on. Sam’s tongue flicked insistently over her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the brink.

.

While Sam was eating her, Janet was working her but good and judging from the sounds, she loved it. Without taking her pussy off Sam’s mouth, Janet rolled Sam over on her back and straddled her in a 69 position. As Sam’s stiletto heels waved wildly in the air, Janet quickly positioned her head between Sam’s thighs and lowered her face down to her crotch and slid her tongue between Sam’s warm, moist pussy lips. When Janet licked up the length of Sam’s slit, Sam clamped her thighs against her head. When Janet’s tongue found the bud of Sam’s erect clit, Sam’s entire body shuddered her arousal.

.

It was so beyond my wildest fantasy that I could hardly believe that it was happening at first. I was stunned by how good it felt to stand there and watch 2-sexy girls locked in such a passionate embrace.

.

Trance like, I reached down and started stroking myself as I watched Sam caress Janet’s exquisitely beautiful face as Janet eagerly rubbed her wet throbbing slit against Sam’s grateful mouth. Janet was so hot and passionate that she obviously liked what they were doing as much as Sam did. While Janet’s mouth was working its magic on her, Sam’s mouth was giving her pussy a thrill, too. Sam started by burying her tongue as far into Janet’s broiling pussy as she could and the wiggling response of Janet’s hips told her that she was doing a good job. Gently parting the perky pink lips of Janet’s steaming pussy, Sam continued licking her boiling clit.

.

God, what a mouth Sam had, one of her thumbs was strumming Janet’s clit while her nose was buried in Janet’s pussy. Janet squirmed and shifted her weight as Sam alternated between teasing her enflamed clit and her soaking pussy. Just as Sam cried out in orgasm, Janet erupted like a volcano, gushing cream all over her face.

.

Backing down the hall, I slipped out the backdoor as silently as I’d came in. slipping out the back gate and into the wooded lot next door. Once out of sight, I jogged the half a mile to the nearest conveyance store and called a cab. At the airport, I retrieved my luggage from my locker and changed into my traveling clothes. Then waiting until a flight arrived from my supposed assignment city and I called Sam and told her that I got back early and asked her to come and get me. Both girls were as giddy as schoolgirls when they picked me up at the curb.

.

. ………….

.

It was nearly a year later and a fluke when I found Aaron and Skeeter. I was in another city half way across the country on assignment. As I was driving back to my hotel to meet Samantha, I was stopped at a red light when I just happened to glance to the side and see Aaron and Skeeter walking down the sidewalk. As I watched, they went into a bar.

.

Later that evening as to be expected, Aaron and his boy Skeeter were still drinking and raising hell in the bar. Around 2 am Skeeter gets up and goes to the restroom. As he comes in I’m standing at the sink washing my hands. He apparently doesn’t recognize me or notice that I was wearing surgical type latex gloves, because he walked past me. Pivoting and bracing off my legs like a batter hitting a baseball I brought the chop from my chest and caught him right across the throat, crushing his larynx and cutting of his breath. As Skeeter hands went to his damaged throat and he gasped helplessly for breath, I shoved him into the handicap stall where Samantha was waiting. As he collapsed helplessly onto the commode, she used her fists to workout her anger on his defenseless body. By the time he suffocated from lack of oxygen, she’d marked up his face and broken most of his ribs.

.

Our job done, I locked the door behind us so that it appeared the restroom was taken and we slipped out the fire door into the back alley.

.

A few minutes later when Aaron got up and went to the restroom he found the door lock. Instead of standing in the hall waiting, Aaron stepped out the fire door exit into the alley. Moving away from the door, like the animal he was he pissed up against the wall of the building. Instead of immediately going back in he paused for some fresh air and a smoke. As he was lightening his cigarette he heard a noise. When he looked up he could just barely make out a shadowy form in the dark beside the dumpster. Thinking it was a homeless person and ever the bully, Aaron turned toward him. “You got a problem, buddy “… was the last words he ever spoke. The first 2-round hit him in the chest and were grouped so well you could have covered both holes with a playing card. Once Aaron was on the ground, the third shoot was fired at point blank range into his forehead.

.

Probably hundreds of people heard the gunshots, but this was a neighborhood where everyone minded their own business so no one called the cops. A couple of hours later when the bartender brought out the trash and found the bodies, the shooter was miles away in bed in his hotel room.

.

After the shooting, like a ghost, the shadow disappeared back into the darkness and slipped unobserved into the next alley where he quickly stripped off the paper contamination coverall and the paper shoe covers that he was wearing and put them in a shopping bag. Then he casually walked unnoticed the 2-blocks to where he’d parked his car. On the way back to his hotel, he tossed the murder weapon, minus the bullets and spent brass off the bridge into the deep end of the lake. The ammo went off the bridge into the lake also, but at a separate location. Only then did the killer remove his latex surgical gloves and put them in a random roadside trash barrel.

.

As soon as the killer got back to the hotel, the paper clothing went through his paper shredder and then into the garbage shut to go out with the hotel’s trash before daylight the next morning.

.

Later that night I was awaken by a call from my editor. Since I was in town already, wanted me to cover a double homicide that he’d just picked up off the wire service. Can you imagine my surprise when I got to the crime scene and found out that the 2-victums were none other than my 2-old buddies, Aaron and Skeeter?

.

The official story was that the body of Aaron was found dead in an alley by the bartender and Skeeter was found in the men’s restroom. As near as the police could put it together, Skeeter was killed in the restroom and the assailant had locked the door behind him. Finding the door locked, Aaron had stepped out the fire exit and pissed in the alley. He stopped for a smoke and was shot from close range. Then the shooter moved in close and put 1-in his forehead executioner style. The shooter must have been a pro because there was very little forensic evidence. From the smudges the shooter was probably wearing some type of disposable shoe covers. Because the shooter had used a revolver there was no empty brass lying around. And since the shooter used Glaser rounds, the police could tell that the killer used either a .38 or a .357 but the bullets were so fragmented that there was no way for forensics to even match the rounds to a specific gun.

.

Due to the lack of clues the killer was never found. Because of the professionalism and Aaron’s criminal history, the police believed that it was a mob hit. Apparently Aaron had pissed off the wrong person. Mob hits on other gang members aren’t real high on their priority list so I don’t think the police looked too hard for the killer.

Although the cops never had a clue who the murder was, Aaron sordid past furnished enough fodder to fill up the paper for a couple of weeks. By the time another story bumped him out of the limelight, I’d made sure that our readers knew about every sleazy dirty thing that he’d ever done.

.

. ………

.

Apparently no matter where or how fast you run, you can’t escape your fate.

.

.

The end…

.

.

enjoy

http://freexxxvideoclip.aebn.net/dispatcher/popUp?&theaterID=8&freeClipCategoryID=2&rfId=aebn-048973&null
.
http://freexxxvideoclip.aebn.net/dispatcher/popUp?&theaterId=8&freeClipCategoryId=2&refId=aebn-048973&null

funny shit