The Massage

He lay under the sheet facedown. The feeling was, despite the girlish word, floaty. His arms, shoulders, back, and neck had all been thoroughly and systematically massaged. This new woman was even better than his last massage therapist. He sluggishly rolled over to his back, his mind groggy with the release of toxins and tension.

“Good?” she said, her voice husky.

“Mmmm,” was all he could muster, his eyes still closed.

She shifted the pad that had been beneath his ankles, moved it under his knees, easing tension in his lower back.

“Arms up in the paddles,” she said, her tone as soft and soothing as the New Age music playing in the background of the dark and warm room. He complied. Though he’d never done it this way before, every therapist had their own style. He barely felt the strap across his wrists. Something slipped into each hand.

“The weights will help stretch out those wrists,” she murmured. “let me know if they’re too hot.”

“mmm,” he replied, “perfection.”

“Good,” she whispered, her hands pressing up from his elbows to his armpits. He felt the stretch, the wonderful tension, then release as her oil slicked hands slid up and down his skin.

Moving down his torso, across his chest, down the sides of his hips, her fingers worked little deeds of pure magic.

“Something different now, your legs will part, but be supported by the table.”

He didn’t even make a sound, only a contented, silent breath in, out. He barely felt the table shifting, the separation of his legs. Fresh warmed towels lay across each thigh as her fingers worked across the soles of his feet, arching and flexing them. Lifting his left foot, he felt the soothing warmth of something cradle his heel, then a strap across. Her fingers slid up his calf, tormenting the muscle there, the one that had kept cramping up on him all week.

“Aaaah,” he said, arching just a little as she worked through the tender spot.

“Too much?” she said, her voice a soft caress.

“Nooo,” he sighed as the tension eased, the pain melted.

“You had quite the knot there. But gone now. I’ll work out the tension on that side all the way up, okay?”

“Do whatever,” he mumbled, the release of pain such a pleasure.

His right ankle was similarly cradled in warmth, then bound. Hands and feet soothed by the warmth, he tensed a little as she worked up from his knees, across his thighs, and cupped his balls.


“Don’t worry. It’ll ease your muscles if I massage everything,” she all but crooned. Her fingers began to knead and tug gently.

“You’ll get hard…that’s perfectly fine.”

She continued to stroke him and he indeed felt his erection spring to life. Still, if she was expecting it, so what. The curious dichotomy of the tautness of his erection, coupled with the relaxation everywhere else made him feel floaty again.

Her hand pumped over his erection, squeezing painfully one moment, then teasingly soft the next. And then she stopped. He opened one eye. In the darkness, he thought he saw her slipping her smock over her head.

“Whoa..” he said as she approached the table.

“Yes, my pretty man,” she crooned, turning on a machine that whooshed and thumped. “you can yell while I fuck you. Rape you. But no one will hear you. She quickly slipped a ballgag between his lips when he opened his mouth to speak.

“You’ll need this, too,” she said, rolling a silicone ring over his swollen shaft. He arched against the pinch of it.

“It keeps you harder, longer. I’ll enjoy the hell out of that.”

She turned back to the table he could barely see. He tugged at his wrists, his ankles, but he was securely buckled to the restraints. She turned back to him, smiled as she watched him struggle.

“I know. It’s so unusual for a man to be raped, isn’t it? I know you have a lovely wife, but you also have a lovely cock. And I want it. You just lay back and enjoy , okay honey?”

“Oh, and you’ll be wearing this, too,” she said, holding up a rubber shaft. “I’ll be gentle. Maybe,” she giggled softly.

He did struggle then, though he felt soft and languid. He knew where she was going to put that. His back arched when she pierced his anus with the lubricated toy. His cock jolted, growing painfully harder.

“Look at that glorious thing,” she crooned, stroking a finger over the tip, making him shudder.

Her fingers once again encircled him, roughly massaging him, holding him on the edge of pain.

“I know, it hurts so good, doesn’t it baby?”

Her fingers twisted his shaft, making him groan against the gag, making him arch.

“Enough foreplay, ” she said. “I need this beast inside of me!”

Stepping up on a stool, she straddled him. He saw her breasts were full, her nipples erect, and pierced. His eyes focused on the shiny metal bits as she eased her pussy down over his shaft. She didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside of her. He couldn’t stop the groan of pleasure even as he struggled for freedom.



“Oh honey, of course I can do this. I am doing this. Doing you. Fucking your wickedly huge cock. Dear gods,” she shuddered, lifting herself up, then slamming back to his belly.

“I wish I could free your hands so that you could pinch my tits,” she growled, fucking him faster now, her breath becoming a steady gasp. His eyes closed as her fingers began massaging his pecs, played with his nipples. The torture of her skilled hands! Pleasure and pain burst through him. The need to cum built as well, but curtailed by the rubber ring around his shaft, he knew when he finally did cum, his cock would surely explode.

Her cunt pushed down against him, swiveling and grinding on him. She came, once, twice, more. He felt the velvet fist of her pussy ssssqueazing down on him as each orgasm wracked her, and still she fucked him.

Raped him, he corrected his thought.

The thing in his rectum added a dimension that was nearly indescribable. The pain of something in there like the biggest shit he needed to take, and the inability to push it out was frustrating and erotic. His balls tightened, his back arched. His anus squeezed down on the dildo in his ass and he felt the boiling rush that would no longer be contained.

“Aaaaaaaaaaa,” he gritted out around the gag.

“Yesss,” she growled, “yes, fill me with your hot cum!”

It was an order and a caress. When it was over, she slid off of him. Still erect, his cock glistened in the soft light. Her juices, and his, slicked down his shaft. Twitches and small seeps of cum still moved his erection.

Her lips closed over him, and he groaned as she sucked his dick deeply into her throat. Her lips popped off the tip, smacking.

“Mmmm, you taste amazing. Give me more of that sweet gunk, more!” Her lips fastened over the head of his shaft, as her clever fingers began to painfully massage the rigidness. She sucked and pulled, pulled and sucked, until he felt a second eruption building. How was this even possible, to come again so soon, he wondered.

“Now,” she said, and rolled the ring up and off of his cock. He erupted. Jets of cum slapped onto her face, onto his belly, then into her mouth as it closed over him once again. Her head bobbed up and down, sucking and rubbing with her tongue down the length of him. His body shook with the aftermath of two huge orgasms. His knees felt weak.

Her fingers moved down his legs, his ankles. He lay there, feeling drained.  Taken advantage of. Used.

And hot. Gods, he was so hot. It was embarrassing how much he had enjoyed that. He thought guiltily of his wife, of the pleasure she’d had in giving him the gift of the massage. How she hoped he would be pain free after the work was done. Boy, pain free was the understatement of the century.

He gurlged as she slowly pulled the dildo from his ass, then jolted as she rammed it back. What the fuck?!

“Thought you were done? Oh baby, we still have 15 minutes left!” She laughed.




They’d paddle boarded out to the quiet cove at deep dusk. To watch the stars come out, he’d said, his tone just a touch of yearning to it. Who didn’t want to be yearned after, really? It was warm, bumping towards the deeper heat of summer. Out here in the mid-Atlantic, the bay had thousands of small inlets and shoals for a pair of young lovers to slip away to. She’d agreed, albeit a tad reluctantly. She liked paddle-boarding, and she liked the water, but at night, the inky blackness above and below kind of freaked her out a little. But he’d convinced her that there was nothing like laying back on the board and watching the stars bloom across the night sky.

She clung to her board trying to figure out where it all went wrong. She was going to die, and all because she wouldn’t fuck Steven.  They’d played a bit in the water; the setting sun did not dispel the muggy heat of the day. But the play had turned darker, as he’d snagged her bikini top, freeing her generous breasts. He’d felt her up, pinching her nipples and trying to suck one, before she’d broken free, swimming to her board.

“Stop, just stop. I don’t want to have sex with you out here. Steven…noo!”

She’d yelped as he dove underwater, grappled with her legs to tear her bottoms off.  Bursting through the water, he’d flung them far away, catching her ankle as she tried to go after them.

“C’mon,” he’d whined. Now it wasn’t appealing at all. Now she was mad, naked, and trying to keep this asshole from molesting her.

“No. No, no no. You took my stuff. Go get it. I’m NOT going to fuck you. I’m done with you. I had no idea that having a date under the stars was synonymous for netflix and chill. No.”

At her urging, he moved off to find her top. In the dark, she lost sight of him quickly.

“Good luck finding your way home, naked whore!”

His words, from somewhere off in the distance terrified her.

“Come back here! You can’t leave me out here alone…”

“Just. Fucking. Did.”

And that was why she was now sitting on her board, naked, with no way to easily get back to where she started from. Far off in the distance were lights from one of the small towns, but out here, the lights were blocked by the trees that grew right to the waters edge. At some time during their wrangling, her paddle had floated away. Or the bastard had taken it.

She cried a little. Then lay back on her board and looked up. She gasped. The sky was alive with lights. The haze of the Milky Way shone down on her, the hues of stars just filling the air from horizon to horizon. The waves rocked her tenderly, and she almost fell asleep-until the cool water slipping over her skin woke her.

“Whoa!” she exclaimed, her heart racing. She’d rather be awake when she drowned. Then she frowned. Maybe. Maybe not? There was a quandary to be thought about.  She shivered. The cold water was wrapped around her legs, stealing her body heat. She swore she could feel the press of the cold against her vagina.

keep your heat as long as possible, she thought, clamping her thighs together. She shrieked. Something cold and rubbery was between her thighs. A piece of sargasso maybe. It was moving in the water, rubbing at her slit. A flick across her clit. She shivered again. Must be the water moving it. It could not be..not be…

A sharp thrust could not be mistaken for seaweed moving in the ebb and flow of the ocean. Her mouth opened as the cold thickness speared into her pussy. Suddenly she was wrapped in cold rubbery arms, her skin feeling the pricking of tiny …what was it? Not claws, nor needles, but definitely something puncturing her skin, holding on, squeezing her.

Warmth poured through her. She felt flushed, drowsy, then utterly relaxed. The thing moving between her thighs moved deeper into her cunt, but she didn’t even worry about it. She was floating, filled and flowing with the water. Her back arched as a powerful orgasm jolted through her, like lightning on a stormy night.

Gasping, she became just a bit more aware. Her ass was being pried apart, and her nipples had dozens of tiny strings wrapped around them. She was covered in  rubbery bits, but the hold felt comforting. Soothed, she floated.

It thrust into her, fucking her harder and deeper than she’d ever been taken before. Her cunt was stretched so wide she thought she might burst. Her anus was full, her ass should be screaming from the pain. She’d tried anal once, and hated it. But the intense fullness was accompanied by such a rush of wanting, the desire for it to keep fucking her, never stop fucking her pussy and ass. For her tits to be sucked or filled-whatever it was doing to her, to never ever stop.

In the water around them, a glowing luminescence filled the water as the beast jetted it’s junk into her open womb. She shrieked as a particularly hard thrust jammed into and through her cervix. She didn’t feel the eggs being deposited there, didn’t feel the saturation of cum that fertilized them. Nor did she know that 6 weeks from now, she’d be back in the ocean, driven by the instinct the beast had laid into her, to return to the water to birth his young.

The egg carrier was pleased. Humans made the best egg holders. He jetted more cum into her belly, bloating her. She squeaked, shuddered, arching with her own paroxysms. His sex juice made her accept him, made her crave his filling her. He understood some of her strange noises. The ‘fuck meee”  meant more motion in her baby channel. He was happy to oblige. His penis enjoyed female humans the best. Their baby channels were hot and juicy, his penis slicked up and through their holes, as they greedily took all his juices.

He speared her nipples deeply, just for the enjoyment of feeling her body convulse around him. She was so full of his sex juice he could pierce her body through the entire dark time. He swam lazily as he fucked her, enjoying every orgasm wracking her. When she was no longer conscious, he kept her head above water, but continued to drive in and out of her pussy and ass. She was trembling constantly now, the overload of juices in her system setting her into overdrive.

For a short time he was fiercely viscous in his pounding of her soft holes. It made his penises feel so good , making her squeal and shudder on them. As the moon set, and the first faint tinges of dawn began to spill over the edges of the sea, he pushed her up upon the sand. Soon she would awaken, and move onto the land and human things.

But in a short while, she’d be back, with his babies wriggling in her belly, anxious to be born, anxious to drink their first and only drink of human milk. And he would fuck her one last time before taking his offspring out to the deep green ocean.


these are the naughty things that keep me awake at night…~n~

Pacing the floor wouldn’t get the guy here any faster. She knew it, but she still hopped up every time a vehicle drove down her street. Her electric was out-but only in half the rooms of half the house. The dryer had a squeal that sounded like someone was being eviscerated every time it ran. There was a drip under her toilet tank that was filling up the bowl beneath it a little faster every day.

Her house was a freaking disaster.

But it was hers, her money pit, her sanctuary, the place she came home to each night, the lawn she mowed, and the driveway she shoveled. But the few little things to be done had become more things to be done, and now was a veritable pile of things that had to be done. And while it was true that she could, and did, handle a great deal of the small stuff on her own, there were things she just wouldn’t do. Electricity. Plumbing. Dead things in the walls.

And really, dead things in the walls were sort of self-cared for anyway. All it took was a cold snap or a good hot spell, and after a week, ten days at the most, the smell went away. She imagined there were any number of skeletons in the walls of her home.

Where the holy fucking hell was he?  she wondered for the hundredth time. She’d set aside this time to be here and she wasn’t enjoying a work-day-home, oh hell no. Her fingernails with the pale pink polish drummed lightly on the counter. Her long hair was caught up in a messy pile on top of her head, and her jeans were old, soft and comfortable as only old jeans could be. Noting the very soft spots on her thighs, where her hands tended to rub, and the even thinner spots between her legs where those rubbed, she ruefully accepted that this could be the final day these could be worn.

“One good sneeze and I’ll blow the ass out of them,” she mused, trying to look over her shoulder at her butt. Still, they hugged that bum delightfully. Going commando on off days was the normal dress code, so she doubly appreciated the near-velvet texture of the aged denim.

At the crunch of gravel, she straightened. At last! NOW she could really get some shit done around here.

Stepping out to the driveway, she lifted her hand to block the brilliant sunshine. Whoa. He was huge. Easily topping six feet, he stood beside his beat up truck. All manner of compartments beckoned her curiosity.

“Hi, you must be Julia?” His hand, which could easily have juggled bowling balls, engulfed hers.

“And you must be Will?”

“Sure am…at least I was when I woke up this morning!”

She laughed a little at his folksy humor.

“So, I hear you have a huge list of things needing my help,” he said. He slipped a cell phone from his pocket, and a stylus from behind his ear.

“Why don’t we do a walk-through first, and you can tell me what you’re thinking.”

It was a good idea, she knew, so he wouldn’t need to take things out of his truck that would be unnecessary. She showed him the drippy toilet.

“Supply line,” he murmured, jotting a note on the phone. She pointed at the dimmer switch that always shocked the finger that dared to touch it,  (new switch, make sure ground is on), the window that wouldn’t go up (broken cording inside the sill plate) and the dryer that screamed, (bearings), before taking him to the electrical panel. After explaining the strange and wacky electric situation, he asked to go up to the attic.

“Yup, just as I thought,” he said as he made his way down the ladder. “You have a sub-box with old glass circuit breakers. I’ll replace those, but you may consider running the wiring back down to the main and getting rid of the old wires that aren’t code anymore. Not today, but at some point in the future.”

She agreed to all the fixes he’d proposed, and got busy working around the house while he did his thing. They talked a little while he worked on the toilet in the hallway outside her bedroom. Her head was under the bed, her ass in the air as he stepped into the room. She didn’t realize that the soft cotton had parted ways at the seam over her crotch, and that her pussy lips, flushed and swollen from the rubbing on the denim, had slipped outside of the confines and beckoned him.

He stood between her legs, his own legs not letting her back out from under the bed. His fingers caressed those puffy lips, then worked under the thin strip of seaming to pierce her hole.

“Wha! what the….”

She could not move back, his tree-trunk legs blocked her. She could not move sideways, or any way, could only just be there. His finger, his thick, rough finger, slid in and out, round and round, diddling her pussy, until she felt the moisture build. At this angle he kept rubbing her spot, just a flick of intense pleasure every few wiggles of his finger. A second finger joined the first, the two wriggling digits making her shudder and rock back against him.

“So. FUcking. Tight.”

She heard the groan in his voice, then the pressure as he knelt behind her.

“Don’t move.”

She couldn’t imagine what he was doing. What he was going to do. There was a sudden tightness as he tugged the tight strip of seam pulling it away from her pussy, then the quick snapping release as it broke free. With one hard pull, the entire crotch of her jeans gave way with a gentle fabric sigh.

Shocked by the sudden brush of cool air against her hot cunt, she didn’t hear him unzip his own jeans. The push of a very large cock against her slippery opening made her struggle for a moment, but it was too late. He slid into her as if she’d been made for him.

“Aaaaah, gawd,” he groaned. “I’ve never fucked a cunt that could take it all.” He pushed steadily forward until she felt his thighs on her buttocks. His hands reached under her pulling away more of the jeans until her entire ass and pussy was bared. Still buried inside of her pussy, he looped an arm under her belly, and began crawling them back, freeing her from under the bed.

“Please,” she said, but he cut her off, lifting her and carrying her to the living room. She dangled, impaled on his cock, catching sight of herself, hair falling everywhere, her mouth open in a gasp of pleasure and pain and shock.

He threw her over the back of the couch, reaching up and under to tug her bra up and over her tits, then grabbed them, using them like handles to pull out, then slam back into her.

“OW!” she yelped.





He grunted, thrusting deep with every word. She barked out a short scream with every slam, the flared head of his cock slamming her cervix. It hurt, her belly felt stretched and torn.

His fingers found her nipples, pinching them hard, then twisting them. She arched back, whimpering at the dual slap of hurt on her sensitive tits. His hips pulled back then swiveled, driving deep. Her knees buckled and she impaled herself further on him, his grip on her nipples and his cock in her cunt the only things holding her up.

“Oh gods it hurts…please…”

Pulling her back over the couch, he slid out of her cunt, then lifted her head by the hair.

“Look at that. Look at my monster cock.”

She could hardly look away. It glistened, the head almost as big as her fist. It flared, red and dangerous looking, a weapon, not a sexual toy.

“It’s wet. Not with blood, you little whore, but with your cunt-juice. Your cunt is gobbling my cock, welcoming it. Wanting it. But okay, I’ll give it a break. Open your mouth.”

She shook her head, despite the tearing of her hair to do so. He shook her head harder, pushing her to her knees, wiping the tip of his cock on her lips.

“Suck it.”

Again she shook her head. He dropped her there, and strode into the bedroom. He returned with a pair of pliers from his tool belt. His fist grabbed her left tit, the pliers grabbed the nipple and pinched, slowly tightening the grip on her swollen bud.

“No…nooo..” she could not break eye contact, and his implacable look cowed her. Her mouth opened to scream as he twisted the pliers that were mashing her nipple. A little pop of his hip shoved the tip of his dick between her lips. It was too big. It was not going to fit all the way.

He pushed harder, his grip on the pliers steady. A scream built in her throat as he kept twisting. Her head fell back, and he plunged forward, dropping the pliers and grabbing her head. Fingers twisting in her hair, he fucked her mouth, splitting the corner of her lip as he battered his way into her throat. Gagging, vomit rising, she implored him with her eyes to let her go, but he smiled down at her. He pulled out as her throat spasmed, as the vomit rose.

Swallowing hard, stomach heaving, she was limp as he lifted her up, spinning her around and back over the couch. Into her dripping cunt he slipped, fingers bruising on her hips as he lifted her higher to accommodate the thrusts of his body.  He ground against her crotch, banging hard, nearly throwing her over the couch as he began to spurt seed into her.

“So. Fucking. Tiiiigghhhaaarrgghh!” he groaned, dumping what felt like acres of cum into her.


He dropped her onto the couch, came over it to sit beside her.

“You…came in me,” she murmured. “I could get…”

His fingers kneeded one nipple.

“Free milk,” he said. “Don’t worry, next time I’ll fuck you in the ass.”

“Oh no,” she said.

“Well, yes,” he said, pointing to his still-hard shaft. “Mr. Woody doesn’t go away after the first shot.”

He squeezed her nipple hard.

“Roll over.”


The Babysitter

The job at the pizza parlor had fallen through, mostly, she supposed, because she didn’t have size 44DDD tits like the other girl who’d interviewed with her. Still, if she hadn’t gone for the interview, she might not have seen the sign outside the ladies room on the public notice board there for “Babysitting, Saturday Nights”.

She rang the bell. This was her second ‘interview’, the first having been over the phone with Mr. and Mrs. Wendell. The door opened before she could build up too many nerves. The woman who answered the door was pretty. Mid-30’s, brunette, classy up-do and great make up.

“You must be Marci, right?”

“Yes,” she replied, hoping that her nerves didn’t make her sound all squeaky, since Mrs. Wendell had a smooth, honeyed voice.

“Right this way, honey,” Mrs. W said, gesturing towards an arched doorway. “Please, call me Lou. That Mrs. Wendell makes me feel positively ancient!” She let out a tiny giggle.

“Now, Marci, honey, you have your license, right? Andy will take a copy just for safety sake, you understand.” She lead the way into and through a beautiful solarium. Marci was amazed at the size of the house. She was going to need a map!

“You’re up at the college?” At Marci’s nod, she continued.

“Studying general business, right? Well, we’ll discuss all the business end of things in a few minutes then. Just know that you’ll be well compensated…Mr. Wendell is very fair and generous with all of our employees.”

“Andy honey, Marci is here.” She called, as they went down a short run of steps into a hallway. A few doors lined the right side while on the left hung some wonderful misty art pictures.”

The hall opened into a dimly lit room. There was a flickering light ahead and she could see there was a giant-screen tv.

“Men and their tv’s, right?” Lou giggled.

“Wow,” said Marci, totally dazzled. A hand came up from behind her and she would have yelped but for the rag over her face.

“A little nap, sweetheart,” she heard as she faded into black.


She woke, confused. The light was dim.  A cool breeze wafted across her body raising her nipples. There was something odd about it, but she felt wispy and dazed. A tingle ran from between her legs, and she realized it was a tongue, warm and wet, lapping at her open pussy.  Lifting her head, she could see the top of an updo…

“Lou?” she said, her voice a faint rasp.

“Lou is warming up your sweet cunt for me.”

The voice, deep and resonant, came from behind her. Tilting her head back, she saw a man, his face in shadows. A thick, enormous cock jutted from his belly.  It was unlike any of the other cocks she’d ever seen before. All two of them.

“I know, you’re a bit confused by all of this. We’ll help you figure it out as we go on.”

He stretched out his hand. He held a remote. With a single click the enormous screen at the front of the room turned on. A girl was there arms and legs secured spread-eagle, laying on a mattress with a woman’s head between her legs. A man stood near her head stroking his cock.

The girl was her. 

“We film all our scenes, Marci, but just for our own enjoyment. In the future, I’ll play some of your tapes so that you can appreciate what’s been happening. It’s beautiful to watch people sexing with each other, fucking and enjoying our bodies.

He moved beside her, then straddled her. The tip of the enormous dick almost touched her lips.

“I want you to meet your “baby”, the “child” you’ll be taking care of this evening. My wife and I prefer to stay in, and you’ll stay in with us.”

She wanted to shake her head no. This could not be happening. It was too far-fetched. It was stuff you read about or heard in the paper, but it wasn’t real. It wasn’t her. The girl on the screen tossed her head, and the cock rubbed her lips.

“Open for daddy. If you think about biting or using your teeth, I’ll have to put an unpleasant gag in your mouth. You won’t like it at all, but I’ll still fuck your throat.”

She had only given head once and had not enjoyed the experience. And Danny had been far less endowed.

“Yes, I know, you’re going to gag on it. That’s okay. I like when that happens. You might even puke. That’s okay too.”

He crawled higher up, until his ass was sitting on her tits.

“I can feel your nipples on my cheeks. They’re so fucking hard they feel like little cleats!”

He brushed the slightly oozing head over her lips. Fearful of the gag, she parted her mouth a small bit. It was all the invitation he needed, and he pushed firmly into her. She felt the glide of velvety-soft skin over her tongue, then gagged when he kept pressing forward, hitting her uvula and pressing onward. Her lips moved to say “no” and he moaned.

“yeah, like that little girl, fuuuuck,”

He pulled back, then eased forward again, just as his wife sucked Marci’s clit between her teeth. Her hips arched at the sensation, her mouth opened wide, and he slid hard and fast to the back of her throat.

She was torn by sensations, pain, pleasure, gagging, lack of air, panic, and the deep pull from inside her belly that presaged her orgasm.

He pulled out, slapping her cheeks with his rigid shaft.

“Good girl, I’m nice and hard now.”

He slid down her body, pushing his wife away with his ass. Her mouth became busy at his anus as his cock lined up with Marci’s cunt.

“So wet,” he sighed softly, as he began to sheath himself in her. She could hear his wife slurping until he’d moved forward too far for her lapping mouth to reach.

“Put your finger in her ass,” he directed her.

Marci watched the screen as his buttocks moved deeper into the girl spread on the floor, and the brunette rose to her knees between his legs, fishing under him. She saw the woman smile, even as she felt something pressing against her anus. Her cunt was stretched, albeit slowly, as Mr. W eased his thickness into her, and the intrusion of a finger into her bum made her eyes widen with shock.

“nooo,” she moaned, “I can’t do that…”

“Shhh,” he whispered, “Of course you can,” and he leaned down and kissed her,  sucking her moans into his mouth. “You’re so fucking delicious,” he said softly, kissing her again as she cried out.

“Three,” said his wife triumphantly.

“Good girl,” he said, “stretch her out and fuck her good with your talented fingers.” He bent forward, but rather than kissing her, he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his lips.

So many sensations it was impossible to separate them all. He fucked slowly into her, slowly out, while his wife diddled her asshole. And then he bit her nipple, hard. She arched, and came, squirting.

“Goooood girl, cum all over my cock, yesssss,” he encouraged her, picking up the rhythm. “You like the pain, yes.”

His hips began to move faster, pressing himself harder and deeper into her. He’d yet to bottom out in her sweet cunny. He enjoyed the sensation of Lou’s fingers in the girls ass, the way they stroked his shaft as she wiggled and rotated them. The sweet babe was moaning and tossing her head now, between the riot in her ass, his renewed assault on her tit, and his pumping cock.

She screamed as he hit her cervix hard, then came again, harder than the first time. He didn’t give her a break or breather, just pressed through the welter of sensitivity, causing her to wimper and moan more. Her asshole ached, her nipple was throbbing from the ravages of his teeth and hands, and she was going to orgasm again.

He was pounding into her, grunting with the effort.

“FOUR,” his wife cheered, popping yet another finger into the tight confines of the girls ass.

His fingers gripped her tits as handles as he pumped furiously.


He didn’t finish, his cock draining his balls deep into her belly, string after string of salty sperm. Rolling away, he watched as Lou slipped up, and began slurping the juices from the swollen, leaking pussy he’d just abused so delightfully. He noted that Lou’s fingers were still buried in the babysitters asshole, but decided to not make an issue of it. Crawling up to her mouth, he presented her with his cock.

“Clean it up now, girl. That’s what babysitters to, and this is your baby. Until I grow one in your belly, of course. Suck it gently, that’s it.”

He began to stiffen as she moaned around his shaft. His wife was making her cum again, the naughty thing.  He pulled out, then moved to unfasten the cuffs that held their new babysitter in place.

He turned her on her belly, his wife’s tongue still darting between those puffy lips, her eyes glazed, cum on her cheeks and forehead. She was a beautiful mess already and the night was so young.

He tucked her knees up, raising her ass, then secured the ties to hold her. She was too sex-dazed to struggle, he noted. Lou had fingers in her cunt, in her ass, licking between and around both holes. The girls bottom wagged around. Trying to get away, or trying to get more, it was hard to tell.

He slapped Lou on the ass.


With a pout, she pulled her hands away.

“I’m going to hurt your ass when I rape it. I will not be gentle like I was on your cunt.”

The words, rough and raw, made the girls bottom tighten, made her quiver, but only a low moan came from her lips. His cockhead slipped easily into her ass, but her moan grew louder.

“I know,” he crooned. He pounded into her, savaging her butthole. She whimpered, she moaned, and she squirted again; he felt the splash of it on his knees as he punched her back door, his cock like a battering ram against her tender flesh. It didn’t take long for her whimpers to become tears, for her to struggle so sexily against the assault. Every sound, every tear made him harder.

“Yesssss,” he groaned at last, pumping her bowels with his jizz.

He pulled away, then lay on his side beside her, chest heaving.  The only sounds were from her soft weeping, then the “fffwpt, fffwpt” of Lou’s tongue lapping at the girls ass as she scavenged for his seed.


They walked her to the door after midnight. She was dazed, sore, drained.

“So, next Saturday, same time?” said Lou hopefully, as Andy pulled several bills from his wallet. He handed them to her. She lifted her hands.

“I can’t…that makes me….you know…a whore.”

“You are a whore. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be compensated for your time. Don’t think of it as being paid for sex…we do that for enjoyment. I’m paying you for the time you spent in our home, that’s all.”

She took the bills, and headed to her car.

“You didn’t say if you could make it next week?”

Lou’s face was tragically needy. She fingered the bills in her pocket. Babysitting, her ass. Indeed, her ass. She looked back at Lou.

“At six, right?”

Lou smiled.

Job With Benefits

“I watch you do that every night. Week after week. It never fails to make me hard as a rock.”

She startled, jumping awkwardly, her head in line with the toilet as she scrubbed around the base. A hand pressed upon the back of her scalp, pressing firmly downward.

“Unless you want your face in here, stay exactly as you are.”

A tone of authority, one she was helpless to disobey. She was the janitor but she could have disobeyed. Could have. But wouldn’t. Wanted to keep her job here at Wharten Enterprises. The pay was really good, much better than the fast food restaurant where she’d worked before, with the added benefit of not reeking of hot oil and stale burgers.

“Lift up your ass and spread your legs. Yes, just like that. Hands on the bowl, head down though, girl. Head down.”

The heat of humiliation burned through her. Red stained her cheeks, a combination of the odd angle and embarrassment. Hands reached up inside her skort, rubbed over her bum, poked at her anus.


Her eyes closed. She offered a brief, fruitless prayer. Don’t. Not my ass, please.

His finger probed deeper, breaking the tight coil of muscle.

“That’d feel better with lube. But fuck you’re tight. And hot. I can feel how hot your cunt is, too.”

She wanted to speak up. Of course she was hot! She’d been cleaning inside a warm building for well over an hour. What the fuck did he think happened to a human body when it was walking and scrubbing and dumping trash? It got hot. Especially those areas covered with multiple layers of fabric.

The gasp slipped out, echoed in the bowl of the toilet. His fingers were inside her. Inside her pussy. He diddled them around, like a butterfly trapped in syrup, then shoved them deep, withdrew, shoved again.

“That’s enough foreplay,” he said. She heard the distinctive pzzzzzzz  of a moving zipper, the tinny clink of a belt being unhitched, the fabric hiss of that belt being removed. His pants slid to his knees with a soft whisper.

He leaned away from her, turned on the hot and cold faucets, then reached around her and flushed the toilet. The noise was deafening, and her ponytail was all but trailing in the water now.

The roiling sounds of water drowned out the first hard smack of the belt on her denim-clad bottom. She moaned.

“Silent! Another sound from you and your head goes in.”

Again the belt struck her ass; she hissed in a breath and held it tightly, letting it hiss out around her teeth with the next blow. The whimper spilled out when he hit the same spot for the third time. Her face was pushed deep into the bowl. Thankful that at least she’d cleaned it first, the shock of the cold water still filling the white porcelain made her yelp. Underwater. He shook her head in the water, the pulled her up by the ponytail.

His voice was a whispered whip of sound.

I said silent. I meant silent. Shut the fuck up or your head will stay there until I’m done warming up your fucking ass.”

She wanted to tell him it was quite warm enough already, but he’d already warned her. She bit her lip, wincing as the belt fell across her buttocks. The denim pressed hard, the heat from the force of the strikes making her think she was not only beyond warm, her ass was on fire!

He dunked her once more before he was done beating her soundly, and she only knew he was done because he turned off the faucets. Hands tugged the crotch of the skort and her panties to one side. His cock jabbed up into her cunt. It was like an offering, she thought, her ass up in the air. She wiggled her hips, trying to move away, but his hands reached under her and grabbed fistfuls of her tits, squeezing so hard she thought her nipples would explode. It fucking hurt. Almost as much as his cock ramming up her pussy did. It was a rough, violent, taking of her body. She wasn’t a janitor or a woman or a mother or a part-time cook. She was a  hole. Something to be used to slake someone’s need to fuck.

His need to fuck.

She’d seen him watching her. She understood that sort of look. Ignoring it only fueled his fantasy of using her, she knew that now. She moaned as his thrusts went full-deep into her. Pleasure warred with pain now, and she was pissed that he was turning her on, lighting up one of her fevered fantasies. How fucking dare he??

She squirted all over his legs. He laughed, called her a fucking whore, called her a greedy fuck-loving cunt. Told her she wanted to be used. Wanted to be raped. Wanted him to hurt her. His cock filled her, his jizz pumped into her as he laughed cruelly. Reaching into her kit beside the toilet, he grabbed a hunk of her rubber gloves. Wadding them up, he shoved them up into her hole.

“Keep that good sauce up there inside you while you work tonight,” he said. “It’ll remind you of the good time you had up here on the third floor. Enjoy.”

Stepping away, he pulled up his pants, threaded his belt into the loops.

“You stay there for a few minutes. Got it? Don’t want another swirly, do you girly?” He laughed at his own joke, zipping up his pants. Reaching under her again, he pinched her tits.

“Next time, I’m going to cum all over them.”

The door closed behind him with a soft click.

Shaking with wet, with the shock of the hard rude fucking, tender with the wad of gloves balled up inside her pussy, she ran her hands over her breasts, feeling the hard nuggets of her nipples. Next time?

Next time.

She really did like the sound of that, a job with benefits.

Slut TV

She woke to the thrumming vibrations against her pussy. 


Where the fuck was she? What the…a moan came from within her. She was going to cum, and 

it was dark and she was cold but she was hot and her pussy was shaking and cumming and her head 

curled backwards and her back arched

the spray of girl juices jetting out of her cunt wetting her thighs.

Where was she what was happening omg it hurt 

so sensitive

oh oh oh


“That’s a good girly girl. Another orgasm for the camera…There you have it, my sick pervies. That’s 8 orgasms for the wicked Dom in Nebraska. Who’s putting their money up for the next?”

The big vibe turned off. The girl on the bed collapsed, fainted or fast fallen into sleep.  He watched the monitor on the computer, scrolling through the perverted comments, the vicious commentary.

“Nosir, no mutilation allowed,” he muttered. Though he scowled,  he spoke towards the camera which didn’t face him, but the supine figure on the bed. Her chest rose regularly.


“Folks, we’re here to get perverted fun out of our ‘guest’….I’m looking for more paying customers here, willing to pay to make it happen.”

There was a pause, and a sudden burst of activity.

“We have a duel here. Anal intrusion with the big butt plug versus another 8 orgasms. Mr. Nebraska is certainly getting his rocks off tonight, aren’t you? The poor gal is wore out from the other 8 an hour ago, and this recent round. Sure you …” He paused, blinked at the amount suddenly deposited into the sex account.

“Well, I guess you do then.”

Careful to keep his back to the camera, he moved the big vibe against her cunt, slapped it first to wake her.

“More fun and games, girlie,” he said as he flicked it on, then moved out of the screenshot.”Oh, I see he’s upped the ante now,” he spoke, moving around the room. There was the unmistakable sound of chain. For a moment his back was in frame. Her body arched and she yelled loudly as he pinched a nipple firmly and put the first clamp on. He reached across and repeated the motion with its mate. Reaching up, he tugged down a hanging hook, and affixed the chain that connected the clamps to it. Moving out of the view of the audience, he turned a knob that lifted the hook–and the clamp’s chain–higher. It was tight, taut when he stopped.

dizzy hurts dizzy omg omg

her nipples burned like hellfire where the clamps held tight

the tiniest movement tugged the tender 


relentless in the pull

the pain of another orgasm building hold it back hold it back her nipples couldn’t take



The orgasm tore through her, her writhing body arching and wriggling, tugging ruthlessly on the chains on her nipples. The pain drew a second fast orgasm from her oozing cunt.

“Folks, you’re getting a mighty fine show here but if I don’t see the next round of contributions start coming in, many of you will miss the rest of this fine show.”

He watched the totals begin to grow. And grow. And grow. Best gig ever, he mused. He wouldn’t get to fuck her, but there was nothing in his contract that said he couldn’t jerk off quietly.  Another message came through the computer. The perv in Nebraska was one fucking cruel bastard!

“Okay, anal plug being added, folks. Thank our generous Nebraskan rancher.”

She came twice while he was inserting the plug. He was starting to lose count. His most incredible girl ever!

“Have you ever seen a slut cum like this before? She’s quite the horny little cunt, isn’t she? I think we’re over halfway now, and she’s looking like she’s running out of…oh wait, nope! There’s another gusher…”


cunt throbbing ass hurting so full so full so wet omg no she was 

coming again

coming apart feeling her atoms begin to separate into the stars



She couldn’t believe it was her on the video.

“You were very mean to me Master.”

“You loved every minute of it.”

“I did.”

Blushing, she tucked her head against his shoulder. Mr. Nebraska indeed.

“You might be famous after this, slut. The girl who wouldn’t stop orgasming or something. Mr. Smith had a pretty big hard-on when I came back to get you. You made his night.”

“It was…an interesting experience. I’m glad you have a copy of the tape because I don’t remember a lot of it.”

She gently bit his shoulder, then his ear lobe, whispering her thanks softly against his ear. His hand stroked down her back, pinched her ass.

“Happy birthday slut.”




Yet Another Masturbation Fantasy

He came upon her as she was bent over the toilet. Her bottom wiggled as she scrubbed industriously at some mysterious stain in the bowl. She wasn’t skinny, nor young. But something about the scene tightened his balls, stiffened his cock. He stepped into the bathroom, moving quickly, quietly, and grabbed her by her ponytail.

Pulling her to her knees, he growled at her.

“Open your mouth.”

She didn’t fight, didn’t protest. Her eyes were deeply blue, wide with shock. As he unzipped he didn’t pay attention to them anymore, only to the silky feel of her lips stretched over his shaft. Her mouth was hot, so fucking hot. A cute little squeak sounded as he pressed deeper. His cock grew stiffer, though it hardly seemed possible. He hadn’t had an erection this intense in a decade.

A jubilation erupted from him, her compliance fueling some primal response. He raped her mouth, slamming his cock deeply, holding her firmly when she squirmed and moaned. The gagging and tongue convulsions only served to add to the heady sensory explosion. Grabbing fistfuls of hair and the shell of her ears, he rammed his cock hard down her throat, pushing his cum down to her belly, milked by the sensations of her screams against his thick, stabbing cock.

“Swallow. Every. Fucking. Drop.”

Moments later, sated, he released her, letting her fall to the floor gasping. He leaned against the sink for a moment, panting from the exertion. Tucking his penis into his pants, zipping up, he bent down and pulled her to her feet. Dazed, she followed.

He shoved her roughly onto the unmade bed in the Master suite. With no finesse he tugged her jeans down, pausing to bark one brusque order.

“Get those tits out for me. Now.”

She wiggled on the bed, tugging up her shirt, her bra, as he pulled her jeans down, shedding the sneaker, then fully freeing one leg. He stared at the pink sock with little kitty cats on them, then left it on, amused at the double entendre he was enacting. Her panties had gone down with the jeans, and her neatly shaved cunt smiled its grin at him. He paused, looking at her. Big meaty tits flopping over her round belly.  Thick thighs, strong calves, and those blue eyes simply staring at him. He’d give her something to look at.

Slapping at her pussy, he demanded her to open her legs wider. Her jeans made a trail from the un-bared leg to the floor, sprawled barely upon the bed. They parted ever so slightly. He slapped again, and again, until her legs were wide open and he could see the full beauty of her pussy, red from his slaps, and seeping silvery juice from the mysterious folds and valleys.

His slapping hands worked up her belly, then worked over the thick round tits. They bobbled, they wiggled and jiggled and wobbled. Damned if his cock didn’t start to get hard again as the jumping tits excited him. From pale flesh, the color deepened; from soft pink to deeper red, with the soft purpling of bruises in several places. His fingers found the nipples, pulled them roughly, grabbed fistfuls of tit-meat and squeezed until she whimpered. More slapping, pinching, squeezing, until he was panting.

Her cunt seeped now, a steady string of thick goo leaking from her. His fingers played with it, gathering it up, then stuffed it back inside of her. No soft gentle entry, this. Three fingers jabbed up into her cunt, and he smiled as she moaned loudly, as her body yielded to the forced entry. Hot, hotter than her mouth and so wet, so slick. Bending, his mouth found her clit and bit down.

She screamed then, her body arching, her pussy clamping down on his fingers. A hot tide of liquid surged around him, then spread out to the blankets below.

“Again,” he growled, fingering her roughly until she exploded a second time.

“More,” his words were fierce, his expression, hawklike, a Viking taking his due. The finger fucking became rougher, added another finger, pounding into her molten depths, excitement coursing through him as she thrashed on the bed crying ‘enough’. It wasn’t enough and he would make her orgasm again. He’d never done anything this exciting in his life. His cock began throbbing. With his free hand, he released himself, then slid his pants down, off.

He didn’t stop fingering her until his cock was poised. Pulling out, he slammed into her, driving up into her body like a piston. He was raping. He raped, and it felt so fucking good. He wanted to pound her cunt into submission, wanted to spray his spunk up into her belly, wanted to fill her, take her, use her. Fists curled around her tits, using them as handles to drive deeply into her. She moaned, writhed.

“Too much…so sore…”

“Good. It’s so much better when it’s sore…”

He felt the gathering in his balls, tried to hold off. Her body rose, writhed, released again. Still he raped her cunt, took possession of her, used her. When he could hold back no longer, he felt the release surge out of him as if he was spraying a garden hose. He was drained, empty of every drop of cum. As he slipped free from her swollen, abused pussy, she exploded, soaking them both.


He sat in the chair in his reading room, puffing on his pipe, reading the Times. He shook his head over the days events, sighing over yet another political brouhaha. Truth to tell, he was ready to take his money and move to Canada, or Barbados, or someplace other than this crazy nation. But his wife insisted that they stay here, in the behemoth of a house  that was really too big for two late middle aged people. The phone on the desk rang.


“Henry, did you eat your lunch?”

Why did she always figure that when she went to visit her mother, he’d forget to eat? He’d run to the steak house almost the minute her car pulled out of sight, and gave the salad she’d fixed for him to the compost bin.

“Did you remember to check the pool chemicals? That needs to be done today.”

“Yes, Margaret, I did that this morning. Before you left.”

“Oh, right, you’re right, dear. Well, did you–”

“When did I marry my mother, exactly?” He spoke drolly. Her giggle made him smile.

“You didn’t, naughty man! I worry about you when you’re alone there.”

“Margaret. You left her 5 hours ago. Did you fear I’d shrivel up and die?”

“No. Yes. Well. Maybe.” There was a muffled conversation in the background.

“Margaret, you’re turning into your mother. Or worse, mine. Go enjoy your visit, and I’ll see you on Monday.”

“One last thing, Mother,” she called out, not speaking to him.

“Henry, did the housekeeper come?”

He paused, smiling into the room. Oh did she ever, he thought.

“Yes, Margaret. Yes she did. Now…”

“And she’ll come back tomorrow to attend to the other things on my list? I’m sorry she’ll be working while you’re there, but it really is the best time…”

He thought of the woman tied up in his bed, a big vibrator fixed in her cunt, even now  squirming on the bed, coming viciously.

“Oh, she’ll come again,” he replied. “Good night, Margaret,” and he quietly hung up the phone.



“Hold her open…yeah, knees back and wide, just the way we like ’em…”

“You’re going to cum. No holding it back with this on your clit, and the big ole vibe in your cunt. You feel it, I see your ass wiggling there. Wiggle away, squirm and try to move it. Not gonna happen. You’re gonna cum, cum hard.”

His breath stank of old coffee, his curled fingers pressing against the top of her mons, the beast of a vibrator whirrling it’s fat, churning head against the sensitive clitoris.

“You’ll cum, we’ll make you cum, maybe even make you squirt. Make your pussy all slick and juicy. We like ’em that way, we do. You’ll cum until we let you stop for a breather, and then we’ll make you cum some more. Until you’re almost drained of it.”

A bottle tip squirted into her mouth. She wanted to spit it out but she was so thirsty.

“Atta girl….gotta keep you hydrated, keep you nice and sopping wet. Your cunt is already red and quivering. You’re gonna cum now, aren’t you?”

Her body clenched, bucked, heaving as the vibe tore the orgasm from her. Shivering and clenching, she tried to move away from the bastard ball making her clit scream.A steady “ung ung ung” came from her gagged-open mouth as the next ripple of pleasure was teased from her.

“She’s a gusher all right, boy’s,” came the gleeful voice of her captor.

“Once you’re wrung right out of orgasms, we’re gonna take turns fucking you. One by one, using your holes, all stretched and sensitive and tender. The best time to fuck a cunt, you know? When it clenches tight around our cocks, when you make those sexy noises as we use you, when we make you cum some more, even when you think you can’t.”

“It’s the best time,” came a voice from across the room.

“The Best.” Came another. And another. And another.

She came again, hard.

Gas (1)

i know ya’ll hate when i draw out tales like this…but trust me, when part two goes up, you’ll be thankful for the wait. Think of this like …like one of Master’s ‘half-o’s.”….preparation for the fun stuff!  ~nilla~

She pulled into the podunk gas station in a cloud of dust. Taking a last chug of water from the bottle beside her, she swiped at the grime coming in her windows and landing on her overheated cheeks.

“Hep you ma’am?” spoke a lazy drawl through her window.

“20 regular,” she replied, not looking at him. She dug in her purse for her wallet, took out the lone $20 bill there. She’d need to find an ATM soon or she’d be fucked, she mused. Tuning out the sounds of the gas cap coming loose, the steady gurgle of gas dribbling into the tank, she picked up her phone, checking for texts.

“Caint use your cell while I’m fillin’ the tank,” drawled the voice.

“Fine, whatever,” she pouted, stuffing the phone back into her purse.

Waiting, she watched the silver shimmers of heat rising from the highway. In the distance, dusky blue mountains pierced the sky, her destination. From here it almost looked as though some of those enormous monoliths still bore snow caps. Snow. Heat made beads of sweat pop out along her underarms, and in the creases of her legs. The imagining of falling into a snowdrift helped. For a moment, at least.

It seemed to be taking forever to put the gas into the tank, or maybe she was just that impatient to be off. At last she heard the nozzle being removed, the snick of her gas cap screwing on, the final sharp clip of her cover being secured.

“That’ll be $40.00 ma’am,” drawled the voice.

“FORTY?” She exclaimed. “Forty?? I told you $20.”

“No ma’am, you were clear as day. Said $40.”

“Well, I don’t have $40. I have $20.” No way was she parting with her emergency $10 until she found an ATM.

“You must have an ATM nearby. I’ll run to that and …”

“No ma’am, no ATM’s ’round here. You’ll need to go in and talk to the manager. He’s right in the office.”

“You better bring your scrawny ass in there too, this is your mistake.”

He leaned into the car unexpectedly, tugging her keys free of the ignition.

“Just in case, you understand, ma’am,” he spoke a scant inch from her face.

“Out, you oaf!”

She leaned back against her headrest, waiting for him to move away so she could exit the car. The fucking asshat! She needed to be on her way. She was tired, and didn’t want to drive through the desert in the dark. The fucking idiot! Sliding out of the car, she tried to tamp down the mad, but truthfully, her temper was nearly as hot as the pavement outside.

A lone bell clanged on the glass of the door. A long scribble of etching showed that it had hung there forever. The place smelled of grease–both automotive and food. It smelled of men, of gasoline, of places that were more than a little icky to her. She wrinkled her nose.

“Office is through there,” he pointed to an open doorway leading, she supposed, into the garage. She stepped through, cautious. More smells. A car up on a lift, missing all the tires. No one was in the open floor, so she supposed the kid who was a fuck up was also the mechanic. She saw the door  to a small bump-out along the side wall. Through a grime-smeared window she saw someone sitting in there.

A skinny arm reached around her as she approached the door, opening it without even a cursory knock. She jumped a little, forgetting he was behind her.

“Yo, boss, we gotta problem. Little lady here told me she wanted $40 in the tank, then when I was done, told me she’d said twenty.”

The man at the desk looked like Santa. Longish white hair, a beard, jolly cheeks and all. Yet rather than merry and blue, his eyes were green as marbles, and fierce. He might have had the appearance of a jolly old elf but that impression only lasted until he looked into you. The sudden flutter of nerves shivered up her spine.

“You’re trying to welch out on paying me?”

The tone was deceptively mild.

“No…no sir. I said for him to put $20 in the tank, not 40. I’m sorry about the mistake but it was his, not mine. I just don’t have another $20. If you want to follow me to your bank so I can use an ATM I’m happy to …”

“I’m busy here, girl. I can’t just up and run 20 miles into town because you thought you could steal gas from me.”

“Well,” she said, feeling the upsurge of anger in her belly, “I don’t know what else to tell you. Pump it back out of there, then.”

The young man spoke up.

“Caint do that–puts impurities from your gas tank into the storage unit underground. ‘Sides, there’s a law about that.”

She took a huffy breath, raising her arms in a big shrug, before dropping them to her side with a sigh. The Elf, Randy, the tag on his shirt said, picked up the phone.

“Looks like I gotta call Ed.”

“Who’s Ed?” she asked. “I just want to fix this and get the fuck out of here!”

“Tsk, language,” Randy said, turning the dial on the old black rotary phone on his desk. “Oh hey, Maxine, could you send Ed over this way? Yup, got a situation here. Great. Thanks.” He hung up the phone with a clatter.

“He’s not far from here, Maxine will call him and he’ll be right over.”

“Who the f-.” she paused, blushing at the prior admonishment. Damn him for making her feel 16 again. “…hell is this Ed?”

“He’s the sheriff, ma’am.”

Stranger (5)

He came in the dark. Silently moving across her apartment, slipping into the room where she lay sprawled upon the bed, he took a moment to study her in the dusky light coming through her unadorned window. Reviewing his moves, he slipped out of his sweatpants. Thin leather gloves would caress her skin this time, would slap the cuffs around her wrists, slip the spider gag into her mouth as he sat on her tits. His back to the light would ensure that she would not be able to see him, until he slid the silken mask over her head.

It was like a sadistic ballet. The timing was perfect–and needed to be. He all but leapt upon the bed, upon her, his moves fluid. His knees slid up to her armpits, his hands capturing her forearms. In seconds she was cuffed to the headboard, the lovely old iron railings so perfect for this.

He felt her struggles beneath him, the kicking of her legs, but he paid no attention. Her mouth opened and closed, gasping half-formed words as she woke to shock and confusion. The gag slid into her mouth perfectly, her arms jerking, as she tried at the last moment to avoid it. The mask slid over her rumpled hair, hiding her eyes. The hole in the mask aligned perfectly with her open mouth. In a quick move, he was off of her, heard her gasp a deep breath now that he wasn’t perched on her rack. Snatching the rope from the floor, he grabbed both legs, half laying on her again, and began wrapping her ankles together.

“What a pretty mermaid you are,” he chuckled meanly. Though she bucked and writhed, she was well and truly caught. The noises from her mouth were unpleasant, and his cock was rock hard from them. So sexy, those gasping honks. No words, just the sounds of a captive animal.

He slapped her cheek with his shaft; she jolted. More high-pitched noises erupted from her open mouth hole.

“I hope you’re hungry darling. But first…”

He slipped down, until his ass was resting on her belly. Slapping left to right, right to left, he attacked her tits. Bobbling madly from each blow, even in this semi-dark he could see them start to pinken, the nipples to flush with blood. He slapped hard, the sounds echoing in the room. When his hands began to sting, he slapped the two meatbags together, let them fall, slapped them together. Watching them shake and jiggle tightened his cock further. The sounds she was making were insane. Guttural  grunts, the gurgle of saliva. Yes, she was ready now. He dropped her tits, and slid up, his balls massaged by her soft skin. Rising up to his knees, he positioned his shaft, running the tip along her bottom lip. Turning away wasn’t an option for her, her head trapped between her arms, her arms constricted by his legs.

If he was a gentleman, he would have teased her more. Would have slid his rigid length along her tongue. Instead, he hammered her throat. Held himself buried in her heat, felt her throat closing around him, the quick hitching spasm of her gag as her body tried, vainly, to expel him. He moaned, counting silently to 20. Pulling out, he let her gag, allowed her to inhale, one breath,two, before punching his cock into her face again. He fucked, ruthless, brutal, raping her lips, her tongue, her throat. Again, holding her breath hostage, he gritted his teeth, thinking of ice cubes and glaciers, willing his balls not to shoot straight into her stomach.

He pulled away.

The mask was wet from tears, he could see the blotches where her eyes would be. Spittle soaked the mouth hole. He imagined her face was shiny and sticky with it. She’d be sticky with more than that soon. His cock lurched, and he tried actively to not explode; viciously remembered falling into a cold mountain stream while hiking, how his balls had lurched so far inside he felt them under his heart. Despite the frigid memory, the tip of his shaft was oozing, red and angry and throbbing, demanding release.

He had better control than that.

She was making small noises. He ignored them, lest he lose control and shoot his spunk everywhere. Sliding from her, he grasped her legs, tossing her to her side. His gloved fingers plunged into her cunt.

“You’re fucking soaked. Slut. Whore. You scream and whine, but your cunt is begging for this.”

He sank, balls deep, on his first thrust. He fucked her roughly, using her like the fuckhole she was, each punch of his cock a slam against her exposed pussy. Her whining became whimpers and he knew she was close. He pulled out, flipped her to her back, and had his shaft in her throat before she could react.

“Taste that. Your cunt-juice all over me.”


He took her throat in his hands feeling his cock shove past her gag, past point of reason. He felt her jerk, twitching violently on the end of his shaft, before he slid just enough for her to catch her breath. On her third gasping wheeze, his cock erupted, filling her mouth.

He used his penis to plunge every last drop into her throat.