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Introduction

Hey there xnxx.com readers.
Just for privacy reasons I won’t reveal my name, but I’m 19 and I go to community college in California. I’m black mixed with some native american and some mexican also, and I’m a bit on the skinny side. I want to try to workout more but I recently landed a job so I’m much more busy. The area I live in is quiet and boring, but it’s also safe so I never worry about someone smashing my windows in. I found this site about a year ago and now that I’ve just recently had my first time I finally have something to write about. All the stories I will write will be true stories involving me; I’m not good at making stories up in my imagination. This first story spans the last 3 weeks, from the time I broke up with my ex the Thursday after Valentine’s Day, to just a couple days ago, on March 9th. My life has gotten so much better since the breakup, I almost forgot she existed haha! Anyway, that’s me, and here’s a preview of my first story. Also, I’ll try to name my chapters after song titles that describe my mood at different moments in the story.



*Note that the contents are 99% true, the only changed aspects are the names of the people involved. Enjoy :D*
-Friday, Thursday 17th: Grenade-
I woke up that morning at 7:30am like normal. My phone’s alarm incessantly rings in my ears until I turn to my left, pick it up off my nightstand, and silence it with the push of a button. Then I turn back over and look at the ceiling in my room and breathe a long sigh. The sun shone through my window blinds, giving my room a striped pattern of light and darkness. My clothes sat scattered on the floor, but my laundry hamper was empty. My nightstand was a bit dusty, comprising of my lamp, an old broken radio/alarm/CD player, and my deodorant stick that acted as a paperweight for the several fast food receipts of the past few weeks. This morning wasn’t much different from any other. However the main difference was that today, I woke up single for the first time in 3 months. I laid there thinking about what had just occured the day before.
Yesterday I broke up with my ex, Kristine. I met her on Facebook in early November, and she went to my old high school across town before I transferred to one closer to me. She was a 20 year old latina girl, average size body, not exceptionally curvy but not incredibly skinny either, 5 foot 4 inches tall, a tight ass and 36D boobs. She had long black straight hair and brown eyes. We talked nonstop on Facebook throughout the week, and we became a couple on November 11th, 2011 (11/11/11 I know, what a sweet anniversary!). However, the relationship was everything but sweet. We didn’t have our first date until 3 weeks after we started dating, and she was scared to tell her parents we were dating. Her mom preferred she date Latino guys, and her dad was racist against black people. So the odds were highly stacked against us. Over the length of the relationship, we managed to go on two dates, and every other time we met, we would just makeout in the back of my car.
Sometimes I would bring up the subject of sex to her, but she was a devout Christian, and pledged abstinence. She wouldn’t so much as take off her shirt for me, but she let me pull it down and suck on her nipples sometimes. That’s pretty much as far as it went. We couldn’t do anything together because she wouldn’t tell her parents. I constantly begged her to do so, and explained why it’s important, but she wouldn’t budge. So I broke up with her. I deleted her phone number, deleted her Facebook, and stopped all contact with her. Kristine was only my 2nd real girlfriend and I was torn to shreds; I’m not afraid to admit I cried on the way home from her house. I texted my best friend Luke and his girlfriend Katrina, and they invited me over to Luke’s house to comfort me and to hang out a little bit.
The sun shone in my eyes, temporarily blinding me and making me realize time was passing by. It was 7:45am, and I had to get ready for my math class at 9:30. I pushed my sheets off, rolled out of bed and stepped into the shower. I think the modern shower is one of the greatest inventions in the world. It’s not only a place to exercise good personal hygiene, but it’s also a place of serenity, a place to relax, a place to sing your heart out as your voice is drowned out by the falling water. For me, it was a place to think. A place to think about moving on with my life, and what it would take to forget Kristine’s name. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and picked up my backpack. I checked the time, it was 8:30. It usually takes me half an hour to get to my class 25 miles away, but I always like to be early. With that, I walked towards the stairs. However, I forgot to do something, so I turned around, and booted up my computer. I logged on to Mozilla Firefox, and began to update my Craigslist ads listed under “Casual Encounters: m4w.”



That’s all for now, hope you enjoyed that little sneak peek and I should have the story done within a week.
Thanks for reading.

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Rose’cliffs_(1)

Ok don’t kill me critics, cus this is long. I started writing this about a few years ago, and it has been published before. The story is based upon truth, names and a few other little details were disguised to protect the innocent. It’s not all sex and action, more about falling in love, and being in love. I tried to make the sex scenes sensual rather than blatant, so I don’t really care if it gets low ratings. However any feedback will be welcome.

The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
*************************
Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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The Boy Who Lived Down The Street(Part Nine)

Ok, so I asked for your opinion on how to finsh this part to whether tell you what she says or to have them have sex but no answered so if you don’t like the end of this part then I’m sorry. And thank again for all the nice comments you guys left me, and thier is one more part to this story and then thats it I won’t continue it because I already have another story I want to start putting up here. Hope you enjoy this part (:

The Chicken And The Egg In Bed

The chicken and the egg are laying in bed. The chicken is smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face while the egg is frowning and looking slightly annoyed.
The egg mutters “Well I guess that answers that riddle”.

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Lindsey and the Limo: An abduction and rape story

Lindsey and the Limo
“Eew. You’re like old and stuff. I don’t think so.” She laughed as she turned to walk away, her tight pink shirt emblazoned with a black playboy bunny bobbing, stretched thin by young breasts without benefit of a bra. She tossed her reddish-brown hair as she looked back at him in disgust. “You’re like thirty or something.”
He followed her out the door of the club at a distance, watching her waddle away in her denim cut-off shorts. A size too big they hugged the edge of her hips and revealed the strings of her G-string panties. He stepped up beside her at the curb.
“I’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot back there.” He looked down at her, seeing how her nipples had hardened with the cooler air outside the club.
She looked up and down the deserted street, obviously searching for her limo.
“I don’t even know you.”
“Nigel.” He lied, holding out his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Lindsey. Mostly pleased to meet you.” She looked around again. “Where’s my fucking limo?”
“Problem?” He asked.
“No, its just that I told my driver to wait here for me, that’s all. I’ll just call him on my cell.” She dug in her clutch bag and produced her cell phone and hit speed dial.
She glanced at it a moment later and slapped it closed in disgust. “Figures, no fucking cell coverage here.” She shoved the phone back in her purse. “Great, just great. We’ll I’ll tell you one thing, that prick is fucking fired, he just doesn’t know it yet.” He smiled, patting the cellular jammer in his pocket. Not only would she not be receiving a cell signal, but her limo driver was currently occupied several blocks away with four flat tires.
“Well at least let me offer you a ride home. You can work things out with your driver later.”
“Uh…” She glanced around, still unsure of him and the situation in general.
“You can tell my driver where to drop you.”
“Uhh, okay, but listen, no… anything… between us, okay?” She looked at his blue eyes, searching them for any hint of deception.
“Whatever you say, Lindsey, whatever you say.” He held up his hand and the dark limo down the block pulled out from where it was parked and pulled up smoothly in front of them. He opened the door and she bent down to step inside.
“Nice.” She commented, sliding over in the seat to make room for him. “You could fit a football team in here.” Seats ran the length of the back and the front of the passenger compartment, but the floorboard between them was nearly large enough to sleep on and plush carpeted.
Pulling the plastic bag from his back pocket he flopped it open and pulled it over her unsuspecting head and pulled the drawstring tight with a speed that she couldn’t have expected.
Gasping for air within the bag she reached up to claw at it, but he pushed her face down onto the seat and wrestled her arms behind her back.
Pinching her wrists together he looped a pair of plastic bio cuffs around them and cinched them as well. Now suddenly bound, lying on her stomach, and painfully short of breath, he felt her panic under him. Holding her down with one arm he closed the side door with the other and tapped the intercom button.
“Take us for a drive.” He ordered, returning his attention to his redheaded captive.
Pulling her legs up as she struggled weakly he tied a short length of rope between them, removing her high heels and tossing them onto the floor.
Before she fully lost consciousness he pulled the drawstring and removed the plastic bag, leaving her too occupied gasping for breath to do anything else. Rolling her over he reached for the packing tape, watching her eyes flutter weakly as she tried to stay awake.
Running a strip of thick tape across her mouth he secured it to each cheek and then doubled it for good measure. Lying on her back, arms under her, breath coming in delirious gasps, she was illsuited to prevent what came next.
Reaching down he tugged at her shirt, pulling it up to reveal her full breasts. Cupping one he massaged it then worked her nipple between his fingers, trying to decide if the breast enlargement rumors were true. Either way, she had a nice rack.
More alert now she stared up at him in terror, blue eyes bright with fear and brimming with tears.
“Now, what were you saying about me being too old for you?” He asked, rubbing her chest as though they had long been lovers. “Bet you wish you had taken a little different approach now, don’t you?”
She shook her head and her eyes flashed anger from the seat beneath him.
“Okay, fair enough. Tell you what, I am going to have you tonight, one way or the other. Either you can give that hot little cunt of your too me, or I can take it, but trust me, giving it is going to make things much easier on you.”
Still she shook her head violently no. Shrugging he shoved her off of the seat and onto the plush carpet, rolling her over until she was in the middle of the floor. “Have it your way.”
Keeping her face down he straddled her ass and pinned her legs with one of his own. Pulling her shorts and panties down as one he deposited them around her ankles and reached for a small bag in the corner of the floor.
Pulling a dildo and a tube of sex lubricant he held them up for her to see him rub the lubricant onto the inch and a half thick dildo.
“Ever taken it up the ass? I’ll be a pretty thing like you has done all kinds of things to get around in Hollywood.” He turned it over for her to see how thick and long it really was. “Now, you can either give that pussy of yours to me, or I’ll take it. What do you say?” Again she shook her head, but her eyes remained fixed on the dildo in his hands.
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He scooted down her legs and sat down again, keeping her pinned and pressed it against her bare bottom. Squeezing her legs together as hard as she could, she was surprised to find that the dildo slid right between her clenched ass cheeks and into her anus with little effort. “That sex lube is really amazing stuff, isn’t it?”
Still on her stomach she closed her eyes and winced in pain as it made its way all the way inside of her ass, but still there was almost an inch left outside her bottom. She squirmed under him, trying to get her bound wrists close enough scratch or grab at him, but it was all in vain.
Hefting the tape he tore off a strip and applied it to one ass cheek, pulling it over the wide butt of the dildo and pulling her ass over before applying it to her other cheek.
“I always did think you had a stick up your ass.” He commented, satisfied that her anal probe would remain in place for the duration of her stay. Rolling her onto her back he squeezed her right nipple experimentally, slowly increasing the pressure until she had to close her eyes to fight the pain.
“Ready yet?” He asked, pinching the nipple between his fingernails. “No?” He removed a clothespin from the bag and placed it on her other nipple, and she screamed into the tape, tearing running down her face and smearing her dark makeup. “Ready yet?”
Her face flushed dark with fury and agony when he flicked the clothespin and made it wobble around on her chest, but she didn’t attempt to respond.
“I’d heard that redheads were stubborn, but I’m impressed, bitch. You really are a tough cookie to crack.” He added a clothespin to her other nipple and her writhing and muted protesting increased accordingly, but she remained un-swayed in her choice.
“Wow. I am going to enjoy taking you when you finally give in.” He scooted off of her and grabbed her legs, lifting them and jerking them apart. Sliding them over his head he placed himself firmly between her thighs and watched her frightened expression grown to pure terror.
He played with the tuft of reddish hair between her legs and smiled down at her dark, hard eyes. Pulling a length of thin rubber from the bag he fastened the clip on one end to the clothespin and ran it under her neck before repeating the process with the other clothespin.
He waited as the stretched rubber began to tighten and pull at her nipples, watched her squeeze her eyes shut as it drew her nipples up with steadily increasing tension.
Her tears were suddenly accompanied by sobs of anguish as she lay there, dildo in her ass, legs bound and chest stretching in ways that had never been intended.
“Now?”
No response.
He spread her legs himself and placed a clothespin on one of her labia. Still she resisted, her mascara running down her cheeks and over the thick tape.
“Come on, girlie, don’t make me get rough.” He added a clothespin, then another, and another. Finally he pinched her clitoris between his fingers and held a razor sharp pin up for her to see. “Now, if you don’t spread your legs voluntarily, I’ll pierce your little pussy here and now. How would you like a clitoris ring to show your friends?”
She shook her head no.
“Now, if you will spread your legs voluntarily and let me finger fuck you, or I’ll do it.” He promised, pressing the pin against the most tender flesh on her body.
She hesitated, but after nearly a moment she nodded, her legs relaxing and drawing up for him. He smiled and began to caress her closely cropped vaginal hair, fingering her labia and working them between his fingers.
“Farther, so I can get inside you, and I’ll remove one of the clips.”
She did as she was told for the second time.
“Good girl.” He praised, unfastening the clip from her right breast. Pulling it from under her head he reached over and fastened it to the door lock, allowing it to draw tension on her left breast.
Her body jerked again and he continued to finger, stroke and probe her surrendered vagina. “Remember, I promised to free one clip for each time you do what you’re told.”
She nodded jerkily, body still racked with pain.
“If you are a good girl and let me lick your breasts I’ll release that other nip.” Again there was the awkward silence for several long seconds before she relented and nodded.
He leaned forward, licking and caressing her bruised, swollen nipple, then sucking and massaging it gently.
Reaching over with his free hand he unfastened the other clothespin and her breast flopped free.
Circling that pained nipple he toyed with it, teased it, then touched and pinched it as well.
“Mmm. Now isn’t this better?” He asked, beginning to suck on the left breast. His captive made no attempt to answer save a moan into her gag. “Do you want me to take the other clips off?”
She nodded, eyes still closed, tears still streaming, her cheeks puffy from the salty water streaking down them.
“Then spread your legs and rotate your little ass up, I want to get a good look at that pussy of yours.” She did as instructed and he pulled one of the clothespins away, nodding in satisfaction at the swelling it had left behind.
Placing his hand against the warm folds of skin he sighed, feeling just how hot it was even from outside. “Ready for the others to go bye-bye?” Another nod. “Then lie still like the good little cunt you want to be.”
Sliding his thighs under her he rocked her up still further, popping the remaining clothespins loose. Grabbing the back of her knees he held her legs up and apart and went to town on her pussy, tongue first.
Licking, sucking, gently biting he worked his tongue over her clitoris, sucked her swollen labia and licked away the secretions that were rapidly gathering there. “Mmm, you do taste young and fresh, there haven’t been a lot of guys in that little honey pot, have there?”
He reached for a throw pill and placed it under the small of her back, adding a second and a third until her back was arched, tilting her breasts up and her pelvis down.
Unzipping his pants he pulled out his cock and tapped it against her bruised vagina, earning a jerk from young Lindsey. Smiling he followed the first with several more slaps, using both his erect penis and his hand to spank the redhead.
Pulling another tube from the bag he smeared a warming, stimulating cream all around her bared, vulnerable pussy and then inside. The spanking continued. Seconds later she gasped, something hard to do through the tape, eyes opening wide as she felt a new, entirely different sensation.
Teasing his cock up and down her wet, bruised vagina he slowly worked it in, wanting her to have to wait as much as he did. “Mmm, feels good, doesn’t it?” He asked, noticing how flushed her face had grown.
When he did thrust her quivering legs made no attempt to fight him, but her whimpers continued as her raped her. In and out, in and out. Her bruised vagina felt every thrust, felt his balls brush her, felt his shaft rub her, felt every move.
“Now, you are going to kiss me while we fuck.”
She shook her head no for the first time in several long minutes.
“No?” He shook his head, thrusting deep and hard. “I’m surprised you’d say that to me after all of this.” A remote control appeared in his hand and he held it up for her to see. “Remember that dildo in your ass? That’s what’s making your cunt so tight, but that isn’t all it can do.”
He pressed a button and her entire body tensed as something faintly electrical tingled in her ass.
“Now you are going to kiss me.” He ordered, “Or I’ll turn this little baby up.”
Still no response as he fucked her, working the breasts of his hapless captive.
He increased the intensity and she jerked again, body shuddering from the electrical current in her ass. She screamed into her gag but did not relent. “More?” He asked, still pumping her vagina hard.
Finally she shook her head no and he nodded approvingly. “Good girl. Now I am going to remove this tape, but I want you to remember two things. One, no one outside this car will hear you scream. Two, if you do not immediate start kissing me, I am going to turn this thing all the way up, do we understand each other?”
She nodded resignedly.
Pulling the tape away he leaned forward, putting his lips just above hers. She gasped and stared into his eyes fearfully. “You bastard.”
“And if you try to bite me, I’ll turn it all the way up, too.” He held the remote up for emphasis. “Ever had electrical burns in your ass, bitch?”
“N-no.”
“Then suck my tongue.”
She did. Lindsey sucked his tongued for all she was worth, wincing as he fucked her, grimacing as he stroked and fondled her breasts, but suck she did. Two minutes into the stimulating oral and vaginal sex, coerced as it was, he felt her hips tremble under him as he fucked her.
“I can’t believe you are going to have an orgasm.” He exclaimed, pulling away.
“Me either.” She gasped, quivering and shaking under him. “You’re fucking raping me.” She managed.
“Give me your tongue.” He ordered. Sucking on her tongue, and grabbing her ass he pounded her for all he was worth, feeling her tremble with a combination of pain and passion, albeit a great deal more than the other. She pulled her tongue away, panting and then he felt her orgasmic fluids gush around his hard cock, felt her legs go limp as she shuddered through a forced orgasm. Unable to hold out any longer, he came in her for all he was worth.
When he pulled out, she made no effort to move as he lifted her rubbery legs over his head and dropped them beside him.
“Asshole.” She gasped, fixing him with a hatred filled stare. “You fucking asshole.”
“Speaking of assholes, how would you like me to roll you over and fuck your asshole?” He asked.
Please… please don’t.” She begged.
“Okay, then you are going to suck my cock clean.” When she didn’t answer he leaned forward until their faces nearly touched. “Or I put the dildo in your pussy and fuck your ass at the same time.”
“Okay, okay I’ll do it.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I’ll do anything you want.”
“Good girl.” He reached between her unresisting legs and combed as much of their mixed orgasmic fluids out as he could and began wiping it along his already drenched cock. “Open wide.”
His limo screeched to a halt and he flung the door open, pushing the untied and undressed Lindsey out without benefit or ceremony or apology. Closing the door behind her he removed his fake mustache and contacts and tossed them in the general direction of the bag, knowing she would never be able to accurately identify her attacker. The unmarked, untagged limo pulled away from the curb, leaving the young woman standing alone and naked in the early morning air outside of her hotel. She watched the car disappear into the distance and then began to walk clumsily toward the doors on her bare feet.

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A Ride Home

Just a little fantasy I like to indulge in every now anf again. Its fiction, but I wish it was a true story

TAKEN BY SURPRISE

This is one of several stories with ‘Surprise’ in the title; their common theme is lesbians in an unexpected situation. To find the others, and the rest of my 100% all-girl lesbian stories, follow the author link above. This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.