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Home For The Holidays Ch. 1: Happy New Years

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Housewife Rose finds herself more than just a hostess for her husband’s holiday parties. Her husband also intends that she be the featured entertainment! Follow Rose as she entertains her husband’s guests, as she finds herself stuck at home for the holidays.

Darker Desires

It was 6:47 as I looked over at the alarm. The sun was starting to creep through the window, so like my usual self I pushed my face into the bed and pulled my satin pillow over my head, god I loved the way it felt just like the sheets my nude body was in between so smooth they felt like I would just slide off. ‘OK’ I thought ‘You have to get out of bed sometime Amber’ trying to encourage myself.
I still had a headache from the night before, by now I should have learn to lay off the drinks, but some people never learn. Then all of the sudden I remembered the guy I was talking to last night, it was suppose to be a ‘girls night out’ but I seem to always be able to grab the attention of at least a few guys. But this one seemed different.
He was tall, about 6’4” I guess, had the most beautiful tanned skin, and had dark brown short hair that started to curl at the ends. And oh my god those eyes, those honey brown gorgeous pools that seemed to have flakes of gold in them. I could hardly look away from them last night. But I guess it was too little to late, I didn’t even have his name.
‘Back to reality’ I thought, I had started to clean my apartment, getting my clothes and shoes picked up from last night. I went to check my phone in my purse and there it was, a cocktail napkin with Eric and a number on it. I was almost jumping up and down when I saw it, then I felt my stomach start to flutter and was wondering if I would ever have the courage to call.
Later that day I had finally talked my self into calling, but by the third ring I was getting discouraged and was about to hang up when I heard a deep ‘Hello..’ I said ‘Hey I’m not sure if you remb..’ and he responded ‘ Amber?’ before I could even get my sentence out, making me smile. ‘Yeah, I just wanted to see if you wanted to go get some coffee tomorrow or something.’ he said ‘No I can’t’ and my ego took a plunge. ‘Umm ok, well have a good day’ He quickly responded ‘ No, I mean I am busy tomorrow but I would still like to see you, What are your plans for tonight?’ I tried to keep my cool and told him that if he wanted to I could meet him some where tonight, and he told me he would just come pick me up around eight.
He arrived right on time, I had been getting ready since four and not sure where we were going had decided to wear my tight black halter dress and black heels with straps around my ankles. I heard the doorbell and opened the door, he reached out and grabbed my hand and gave me one of those prince charming kisses on it like you see in the movies. ‘God you look beautiful’ I stammered out a ‘Thank you’ but was way to busy checking him out head to toe to say much more. He noticed and made sure to move his hips forward so my attention was right on his crotch, and ‘Damn’ I thought ‘What a nice place that must be.
Walking out to his little black sports car I noticed his eyes seemed to be undressing me, which I didn’t mind a bit, and I could feel my clit start to tingle. I had to admit I was looking really sexy, I had curled my long dirty blonde hair and it was hanging mid-back, my ass looked magnificent in the tight fabric of my dress, and my full breasts were not leaving much to the imagination bulging out of the top. In the car Eric had asked me if I minded going somewhere new, ‘That would be nice.’ He said there was this place that he goes a lot and thought I might enjoy it. When we were going thought the entrance of ‘Level Seven’ I was just waiting for some guy in leather chaps and a whip to walk right by us, I thought I was going to freak out, but when we were finally in there it wasn’t that bad at all. Dark, candles everywhere, and nice little private booths. We sat down at one of the darker tables and Eric ordered our drinks.
Before I knew it I was wanting to touch every part of his body, I just wanted to lick him all over. He kept staring me down with those honeypot eyes like he could look right into my soul. I reached over and kissed him as hard as I could, then started sucking his lip and nibbling a bit. He let his hand start exploring my body, first my face then down to my neck and slowly he started moving to my chest, he started toying with my nipple and seeing my reactions to different amounts of pressure. I loved it! My slit had to be glistening by now, then he started rubbing down to my navel, I was so hot at that point I just had to feel the big bulge that I had spotted earlier. God he was huge! There was no way I could every take the whole thing into my tight pussy. Then he started rubbing the inside of my thigh, I pushed my hips forward just out of instinct, wanting him to feel the part of me that few ever had, and finally his fingers crept up to my clit, and I felt like he was sending electricity through my entire body just from the slow circle he was making with his thumb around my little bud. I couldn’t help but to let out a deep moan, not noticing that the waitress was standing at the end of the table with more drinks. I felt a crimson red spread across my face, I whispered in Eric’s ear ‘I think we need to leave’ He let a big smile grow across his face and told me that was fine. Still I was so surprised that know someone had been watching us made me so wet, and still wanting more.
The ten minute car ride felt like and entire day. Then finally we pulled up to my house. And I swear I couldn’t get the door unlocked quick enough, my roommate Ashley was sitting on the couch watching TV and looked Eric and I up and down, ‘I thought you two would be back way late tonight.’ I told her that we were going upstairs to talk and she mumbled out an ‘Umm ok.’ Finally we made it to my bed, where this wonderful man of my dreams started back at making me the horniest female in the country. I slipped out of my dress and was standing in front of him in just my little black lace boyshorts. He asked me if I was sure I wanted to fuck, and I just grabbed his package and licked and sucked on his neck. He grabbed me by my ass and picked me up while I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was so full of lust at that moment it felt like all of my senses were on high alert, I could feel everything, how our breathing had matched up, his heartbeat against my chest, and I never wanted anything more than him. Then he threw me against the bed, grabbed me by my thighs and pulled me to him. He ripped off my panties and it almost felt like I was going to have an orgasm right then, ‘ I want to see how sweet your little pussy taste baby..’ and he started going down on me, god how I loved feeling his tongue deep in my pussy, I had to rock my hips with the rhythm. I felt my self starting to spasm and like he had read my mind sucked my clit into his mouth hard, sending me over the edge, my back started to arch and I had shot something over his face and down his chest, ‘Oh my god what was that? I’m so sorry..’ he just gave me a grin and ran two of his fingers across the liquid on his chest ‘Have a taste, you’ve never done that before have you?’ hesitantly I let his fingers enter my mouth ‘it’s sweet, and no I haven’t..’ he stood up ‘Well let’s see if you can do it again baby..’ rubbing his huge cock against my soaked slit, he started pushing his hips forward and I moaned so loud I was sure Ashley was going to hear. He pushed in inch by inch, and I could feel his throbbing member filling me up slowly then he plunged it in with more force than I thought humanly possible, hitting my cervix and giving me so much pain and pleasure I didn’t know what to do. He almost pulled out then shoved his cock back harder than before. ‘God I’ve been waiting for a pussy like yours for so long, it’s so tight I can barely move’ Thrust after thrust and I could feel it building up again ‘ Eric give me your dick like your gonna make my pussy yours..’ and like that I was being fucked with such vengeance I thought he was going to split me in two. I reached up and grabbed him by his shoulder and back of the neck pulling myself up to him, he reached around and started toying with my nipple making me shudder, ‘OHH..I’m gonna…cum again..’ I bit his chest trying to relieve some pressure ‘Oh yeah baby cum all over Daddy’s dick, I wanna feel that cum soak me again..’ and that’s all it took to send me over the edge, it felt like every muscle in my body was moving, then I felt Eric shooting his seed deep in my belly, moaning at every shot he sent deeper.
We just laid beside each other for awhile, my head on his chest, him holding me as tight as he could against his body, stroking my hair. I had never felt so connected to someone in my entire life, and like he knew what I was thinking, reached down and kissed the top of my head. ‘ I know this sounds crazy but I think I love you’ I couldn’t believe he just said that, I was in shock, I just looked up at him saw those gold eyes and told him softly ‘ I know I feel it to ..’ and we drifted off to sleep
We woke up about about two hours later, and he asked if I was ready for round two, I laughed responding ‘Baby, I was born ready’ ‘ Ok then, will you try something new?’ my mind went into overdrive thinking about what he was talking about ‘ummm ok..’ He rolled me over onto my stomach and put the head of his massive cock at the entrance of my virgin ass, my face had a shocked look and I spun my head around ‘ But..but..I’ve never done this before’….
Comment if I should continue, Also any suggestions, add in’s you would like, or if you don’t like something let me know, This is my first story so I feel a bit lost 🙂

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Passion of Pirates

When taken hostage by pirates I did not expect to find romance or love; but you can be easily surprised by what you find in some situations.

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Dear Reader:
The story’s premise is from an episode of a BBC science-fiction television show. Everything else is cobbled together from years reading mind-control pornography.
It’s mostly a story of mourning and loss—until the end.
Recommended for the nonconsensual, misogynistic crowd with a taste for the apocalyptic.
Adam Lily

H.I.S.

I love my boyfriend; the dark chest hair that sprawls easy across his chest. His hands, enormous and bronzed on the back side. He is a man’s man. Unemotional and logic based. Good with his hands, short with his words, yet over time I have come to appreciate that he is also very sweet spirited and intelligent. Sometimes goofy, always hilarious, he has a frat boy sense of humor (and we have had numerous arguments about his sexist viewpoints), he can be obnoxious and insensitive, at times rude, uncultured – what my friends call “an asshole” – but when he looks at me, late at night when we are alone, the glow from our television illuminating his face, our legs tangled in each other, safe in the bed sheets … I know that he loves me beyond what he can put into words. It seeps from his eyes, pleading a language I can’t decipher, his eyes burn gold housing the embers of all his memories, his chest fills with….a softness he has never put into words. That look. Means more than any “I love you” ever could.
I put my hand on his chest. I never know what to say when he looks at me that way.
“Babbyyyy.” I swoon and whimper, quite overwhelmed.
He grabs my tiny wrist, perched on his collar bone.
“Turn over.” His voice husky.
My stomach flips with excitement and I lie down on my belly, spreading our comforter out of the way. I feel his fingertips trace my sides, slow and even along the sides of my delicate waist. His hands tug at my leggings, his hands pull on handfuls of my ass. I can hear him whispering to himself, then to me.
“Spread your legs.”
I do as I’m told right away and before I could even finish the movement, his hand is hard between my legs, pressing on my labia through my panties.
“I said, spread your legs.” He says snatching up a fist full of my hair. I gasp, his grip on my pussy increasing. I’m wet, he knows.
“You wet for Daddy?”
I say nothing. Words caught in my throat.
“Hmm baby, you wet for your Daddy?”
He shakes my head “yes” for me using the hair wrapped in his palms. I’m released. I exhale face down into the pillow. I can feel him snatching my leggings off, roughly, quickly, tossing my legs about. I feel his body weight on mine, the pleasure of his hard dick against me. His heartbeat pounding into my back, his mouth just centimeters from my ear.
“Who’s is this?” His fingers roughly working my panties out of the way, sliding along the folds of my pussy, teasing the entry with pressure. I whimper, overwhelmed once more.
“Babbyyyy.” Is all I can manage.
“Who’s is this? Who does this belong to?” His voice more earnest now. I can feel moisture leaking from his boxers, the firm head of his manhood twitching near my opening, his hands in the way. I’m squirming with arousal now, my face hot, his scruffy face passes against mine, frustrated with my silence.
He snatches me up onto my knees by my waist, reaching to grab my heavy breast dangling underneath my t-shirt. He pulls the nipple hard, stretching until I cry out. Amplified by the hard smack on my ass, which rocks through by body, he nearly knocks me forward onto my face. Again, again, each smack harder than the last, my ass is hot, burning from somewhere just underneath the skin.
“I’m not going to ask you again. Who’s. pussy. is. this?” each word punctuated with a smack on the ass. The floodgates open.
“Your’s Daddy, this pussy is yours baby, I want you so bad.” I’m writhing as I moan the words.
“Good girl.” I hear him moan, taking himself out of his boxers, running the head of his fat dick up and down my pussy, massaging in hard circles over my clit, tapping his dick all along my inner thighs and stinging ass cheeks. His erection feels like heaven sliding over my skin.
“You want this dick?”
“Yes, Daddy”
“Say you want this dick.”
“I want this dick daddy, I want your dick.”
“Beg, slut”
I’m gone. I don’t even know what I’m saying it’s rolling out in tongues.
“Please Daddy, please give me the dick, please fuck your slut Daddy, I need it. Please, please, please, I need your dick inside, me I need to feel you right now…. Please Daddy, please give me the dick, I’ll do anything, ple-“
He slams himself inside of me from behind. A deep rumbling moan from his chest, our fingers interlock into the mattress and he wraps his entire arm around my body, cradling me at my middle, pounding me from behind. All I feel is pleasure, all I hear are his grunts, his nuts against my pussy, rocking my cervix.
Under his breath, “Fucking bitch….nasty little slut…fucking love you” more indistinguishable noises and words, his body all over mine. The intensity swells, so wet I can feel the slickness in my thighs and ass crack. He’s gone into meditation with this pussy, stroking at a consistent furious pace. He doesn’t make much noise, I gauge his pleasure by his rhythm, his tightening muscles, his breathing. Right now, all of him is stone.
His fingers lock harder around mine, he fucks me harder, deeper. I can’t take him pounding deep on my cervix any longer.
“Daddy, it huuuurrrts.”
A rush of heavy breathing from him, his grip tightens around my waist, he slams himself into me now, no regard, I’m not even sure he can hear me. My legs are about to give out.
“Daddy, I can’t take anymore, it hurts, please stop, please –“ I’m whining, crying. Pleading.
He moans, “Baby girl, hold on, be a good girl, hold on please. Daddy’s gonna cum soon…you’re gonna make me come baby girl.”
It’s intense now, my pain, his vicious stroke, his entire body rigid, my wetness obscene, I’ve gone limp and silent, submissive, accepting he isn’t going to stop and this sends him over the edge.
He sears through my entire body, cumming with the force of a hurricane, he speaks in rumbling thunder “I’m about to cum, I’m about to cu-“ The final strokes are pure ecstasy. I feel nothing but him, and him nothing but me, he waits until the very last moment, before snatching himself out of me, panting and growling with animal heat and cumming in streams all over my pussy and inner thighs. Claiming me once more as his own. Only his. Always his.

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Principal Johnson Is Hard On The New Teacher

Principal Johnson Is Hard On The New Teacher
By rutger5 (Copyright 2012)
“Shanika stop, you shouldn’t be doing that, please no” I heard the voice come through the earpiece that was nestled comfortably in my ear.
Well let me start at the beginning. My name is Reginald Johnson and I’m the principal of Martin Luther King Jr. High in school district 5, the toughest, poorest district in the city. Our students for the most part are minority and the majority come from single parent homes. Obviously we’re always near the bottom in academic rankings citywide and we certainly have our fair share of troubled youths. However in spite of this we do have a sense of community and school spirit and we are a perennial powerhouse in sports often winning city titles in basketball especially.
I shifted my large frame in my chair as I adjusted the laptop that sat on the desk before me. There was quite a show taking place on its screen which was commanding my interest right now. Shanika McPhatter, the starting center of the girl’s basketball team, had her big body pressed up against the much smaller body of her homeroom teacher Ms. Chance.
“Shanika what are you doing? Oh please stop it!” the pretty blonde teacher cried out but her entreaty had no discernible affect on the student.
The two were standing a few feet from the classroom door with Ms. Chance pressed against the wall as Shanika’s arms surrounded her while she repeatedly kissed her teacher’s neck. As I watched the student’s hand moved to where she was able to grab Ms. Chance’s breast through the material of the blouse as she continued kissing her. It seemed these actions were starting to have an effect because in between her protests a few low moans escaped the teacher’s mouth.
“Why are you doing this? Ooh! I thought you wanted my help with something.”
The teen stopped what she was doing long enough to answer her teacher before returning to the task at hand.
“But you are helping me Ms. Chance, with my sex-ed. Ever since I first saw you I’ve wondered how your white pussy would taste and today I plan on finding out so stop your struggling.”
She laughed after she said that and resumed kissing the woman but this time she planted her lips firmly on the surprised teacher’s mouth. It appeared from my vantage point that after her initial shock Ms. Chance was now responding and returning Shanika’s kiss. Sensing that the tide was turning in her favor Shanika redoubled her efforts. Her muscular leg pressed between the thighs of her victim and she managed to unbutton the top two buttons on Ms. Chance’s blouse.
That move seemed to spur Ms. Chance’s resistance as she managed to break the kiss and she seemed to struggle to free herself but her strength was no match for Shanika’s. The girl easily held her in place with one arm as her lips now tasted the pale white flesh that had been exposed when the blouse had been unbuttoned. She was feasting on the skin right over the woman’s breasts and as I watched Shanika pulled the bra down freeing a breast. Though Ms. Chance was petite and probably weighed around one hundred pounds her breast was round and full for her size.
Not wasting a moment the senior center fastened her hungry mouth onto the breast and sucked causing Ms. Chance to let out a long moan. The girl continued to suckle one while her hand squeezed the other breast at the same time. Ms. Chance threw her head back now and I saw her eyes were tightly shut. The hand that wasn’t fondling the breast now slipped down and seized the woman’s buttock pushing it harder against the intruding leg.
This was becoming a little too much for me now so I stood for a moment allowing me to unfasten my pants. I pushed them and my boxers down freeing my erect trouser snake which sprang upwards after being freed of its confinement. After retaking my seat I discovered that Ms. Chance’s hand was running through the short nappy hair of Shanika who continued to sample the breast flesh.
Without warning Shanika lifted Ms. Chance by wrapping an arm around her waist and straightening her much taller body up. She started to walk carrying her teacher and disappeared from the screen as they traveled beyond the range of the camera. Cursing silently I fiddled with my keyboard which sent the signal remotely to the camera allowing me to adjust its angle. It took only a moment to sweep the classroom and once I saw they were now by Ms. Chance’s desk I focused the camera there.
Truthfully getting this state of the art surveillance system installed on the down low was perhaps my best administrative decision I thought with a chuckle. It had been almost too easy in retrospect. All I had to do was feel out the companies that were bidding on providing the school with an alarm system to see who was willing to go the extra mile. Since they would be installing both a new modern fire alarm system as well as a burglar alarm system for all the entrances to the building, with a monitoring contract as well, there was plenty of money to be made. All I asked was that a tiny hidden camera be put in every room of the building at the same time. They were linked to computer software that only I had access to and voila – I could see what was happening anywhere on my computer including of course all the locker rooms and showers.
By now Shanika had placed Ms. Chance on the desk and as I watched pulled her skirt down and off her. No sense in waiting any longer I decided as it would take me some time to reach the classroom they were in as it was on a different floor than my office. Once I was sure that it was recording I removed the earpiece then reluctantly forced my erection back into my pants. Though it was unlikely I’d run into someone at this late time of day it made no sense to take a chance. I don’t think the principal being discovered walking the halls with his hard cock exposed would be considered a positive thing.
Locking my office door behind me I headed for the staircase. The classroom in question was on the third floor while my office was on the first so I climbed the two flights and turned down the hallway. When I was getting close I did my best to keep quiet as I didn’t want to do anything to announce my presence prematurely. Once I reached the door I slowly brought my face to the small window which allowed me to look in.
What a scene I witnessed there – I doubt I could ever forget it. Ms. Chance was flat on her back on the surface of the desk nude from the waist down but for her shoes as Shanika was bent at the waist with her face buried between her teacher’s creamy white thighs. Ms. Chance’s legs rested on Shanika’s shoulders and I could hear the moans even through the closed door. Shanika’s tongue must have been busy as Ms. Chance was writhing around on the desk with one hand grasping her licker’s hair while the other was playing with her own breast and squeezing her nipple.
It seemed that I arrived at a most fortuitous moment for less than a minute later Ms. Chance let out a drawn out moan and I observed her body stiffen as Shanika continued to lick her. Pausing just long enough to adjust my Johnson rod I opened the door and burst into the room.
“What in tarnation is going on here?” I demanded in my loud booming voice.
Immediately the two of them reacted although in totally different ways. Shanika pulled away from Ms. Chance allowing the teacher’s legs to fall as she straightened up and turned to face me. Ms. Chance did her best to curl into a ball as one hand attempted to pull her blouse closed and the other tried to cover her exposed pussy.
“Well I’m waiting for an answer” I practically shouted.
“Oh thank God you showed up Mr. Johnson” Shanika replied “Ms. Chance told me if I didn’t have sex with her that she’d fail me and I wouldn’t be eligible to play basketball.”
“Shanika that isn’t true, how can you say that?” Ms. Chance managed to get out before I ordered her to be quiet.
“Shut up now Ms. Chance and don’t say anything more at this time. Shanika are you all right, do you need me to call the police?”
“I-I-I don’t know Mr. Johnson, I’m not sure what to do right now.”
“Well let’s get you out of here to start with. And you” I directed at Ms. Chance “don’t even think of leaving.”
With that I put my arm around Shanika’s shoulder and led her from the classroom shutting the door behind us. We walked a bit down the hallway at which time Shanika turned and looked at me.
“Did I do good Mr. Johnson?” she asked with a smile now on her face.
“Better than good Shanika, you were great” I told her as I handed her five twenty dollar bills.
She slid the money into her pants pocket then winked at me.
“I tell you what Principal, right now Ms. Chance is ready for you if you catch my meaning.”
That was what I was counting on I thought as I headed back to the classroom. When I opened the door I had the sternest expression on my face that I could manage. Ms. Chance was now standing by the desk fully clothed and she was sobbing. Again closing the door I briskly strode toward her.
“What the hell were you thinking? Is that how you get your kicks? Coming here to the inner city and exploiting an at-risk youth for your own perverted desires.”
“No Principal Johnson, it’s not like that. It didn’t happen that way…” she began before I cut her off.
“Well I know what I saw. A teacher, a person in a position of power, being sexually serviced by a confused young person. Maybe that wasn’t you I heard moaning like a cat in heat?”
“I was moaning Principal Johnson but she caused…”
“So now you’re blaming the victim, is that it? That should go over good with the media, a privileged white teacher from suburbia blaming her minority inner city victim. I don’t know if you realize the potential consequences of your actions. Obviously the end of your promising teaching career and that would be getting off lucky. You would become famous, or more accurately infamous and you’d be hounded by the press constantly. And that’s not even taking the law into account. Corrupting the morals of a minor would be a slam dunk case and I’m not sure what other charges might apply. I don’t think you’d do well in jail. And of course there’s the possibility of a civil lawsuit.”
By now Ms. Chance was sobbing uncontrollably, the tears streaming down her face taking her makeup with them so that her face was a mess. Her pert nose was red and running as well. Her chest was heaving with each sob and her whole body seemed to be trembling. All in all she was right where I wanted her to be. I reached out and touched her shoulder gently. Like a frightened deer she almost jumped out of her fashionable heels.
“But I believe there might be a way out of this Whitney, you don’t mind me calling you Whitney do you?”
“No, no of course not Principal Johnson” she replied with a tiny bit of hope now sounding in her voice.
“The thing is I don’t believe Shanika wishes for this to come out for her own reasons. It wouldn’t be the kind of attention she wants to receive either. Luckily her mother and I attend the same church so I have some influence.”
I could see Ms. Chance was starting to think that maybe things would turn out not so bad after all when I hit her with what I said next.
“However in spite of Shanika’s wishes the onus falls on me to report what I witnessed first hand. With my own eyes I saw her eating your pussy.”
Where a minute ago she saw light at the end of the tunnel she was now plunged into darkness once again.
“Tell me Ms. Chance, why should I overlook your conduct?”
“Maybe I can’t give you a reason that you’ll accept Principal Johnson but I beg you to reconsider reporting me.”
“Well for someone begging you’re not doing a very good job Whitney. A good first step to prove your sincerity would be to get on your knees. NOW!” I commanded her.
She appeared shocked about my “suggestion” but slowly she sank to her knees and once she did Whitney looked up at me with her ice blue eyes.
“Now repeat after me. I Ms. Whitney Chance humbly beg Principal Johnson…” I began then waited.
“I Ms. Whitney Chance humbly beg Principal Johnson” she repeated in a quiet tone that barely registered over a whisper.
“Louder Whitney – I can’t hear you.”
“I Ms. Whitney Chance humbly beg Principal Johnson” she repeated this time in a louder voice.
“Not to report my sexually deviant conduct” I said with a smirk.
“Not to report my sexually deviant conduct” she said parroting my words.
“And in appreciation of him sparing me the punishment I so richly deserve I will do my best to please him in every way.”
After I said this a blank expression came over her face as it sunk in that this would not be the walk in the park she no doubt expected. But if she believed that I was going to accept her hesitation she was sadly mistaken. Without warning I leaned forward before delivering a sharp smack to her face then roughly grabbed her by the hair.
“Repeat it!” I practically yelled at her.
“And in appreciation of him sparing me the punishment I so richly deserve I will do my best to please him in every way” she managed to get out but she had already started to cry again and appeared terrified.
I strode over to her desk and I yanked on her hair as I did forcing Whitney to follow me on her knees. Once I got there I released her hair and she sank down lower seemingly trying to disappear within herself.
“Look at me Whitney and don’t turn away unless I give you permission” I ordered.
Reluctantly she looked up at me again and once I was sure I had her full attention my hands went to my waist. First I unbuckled my belt before unfastening my trousers. Her eyes were as wide as saucers now that she knew what was coming and I didn’t make her wait long.
My thick fingers pushed both my trousers and boxers down at the same time once again freeing my thick, black mamba. If I thought her eyes were big before it was nothing compared to what happened when she saw that. An audible gasp escaped her mouth when she was confronted with my erection. Slowly I stroked my cock with Whitney only a foot away from it.
Since it had been hard since I first observed her with Shanika it had been leaking pre-cum for some time now. It caused the skin to be slippery as I spread it with my hand. My free hand grabbed her by the head and since my hand is large I was able to actually have my thumb against her forehead while my fingers cupped the back of her head as they slid through her silky golden hair.
“Open your mouth as wide as you can” I demanded to which she hastily complied.
With one motion I drove my hard cock to the back of her mouth making her cough. Still holding her head I slapped her lightly with my other hand then took hold of her head with that hand as well.
“Whitney I’m going to fuck your face. You are going to take it like the white whore you are. I don’t want to feel teeth on me either. If you understand blink twice as I doubt you can talk with my cock in your pretty mouth.”
Her blue eyes closed and opened twice letting me know she understood. Now with the preliminaries out of the way and my hands holding her head in place I began to thrust forward. It felt like heaven to me as I slid in and out of her wet mouth, her lips forming an O around my thick shaft. With each movement my bulbous head reached the back of her mouth yet still much of my erection remained outside her orifice.
“Suck on it Whitney and use your tongue as well. Your goal is to make me feel good so give it your best shot.”
She did her best to comply and soon I felt her tongue wriggling against the sensitive underside of my cock as it moved in and out. She also applied as much pressure as she could with her lips and soon I was moaning from the feeling. Because I’d been aroused for some time previously I wasn’t sure about how long I’d last so I decided to slow things down. My hands pulled her off of me forcefully leaving Whitney gasping and strands of saliva clinging to me especially on my cock head.
“Stand up” I said as I pulled on her hair at the same time.
Once she stood before me I let go of her head and instead put my hands on her blouse. With each hand I took hold of a side and yanked it open sending buttons popping in all directions. Whitney gasped but I paid no mind as my hands continued to pull on the material so that it slid from her shoulders and down her arms. Once it was off her I tossed it to the floor then I reached up and unclasped her bra freeing her small breasts. Her nipples caught my attention as their pinkness contrasted with her fair white skin.
“Now that’s what I call mancandy” I said as my arms snaked around her tiny waist and lifted her up in the air.
My mouth fastened on her breast sucking it into my mouth and then I bit down on her nipple. Whitney cried out from the mixture of pleasure and pain as my teeth tugged on it. After a minute I switched to her other one where I garnered a similar reaction. While I did this my fingers found the zipper on her pencil skirt and pulled it down which allowed my other hand to slip under the material and cup her ass cheek.
Since it encountered bare smooth flesh I assumed, correctly it turned out, that like many of the women today Whitney favored wearing thongs. I dug my fingers deep in her flesh and twisted making her cry out in pain which was music to my ears. My mouth released her nipple so I could speak.
“That’s right Whitney let me know how it feels and it’s just the beginning. You’ll be crying for your momma before I’m done with you.”
Putting her down I now pushed her skirt past her hips so that it slid to the floor leaving her wearing just her black thong panties and heels. Next I loosened and removed my tie.
“Turn around and cross your wrists behind your back slut.”
Not wanting to, but afraid not to, Whitney turned her back to me. As I wrapped the tie around her wrists my eyes were drawn to her tight little ass. It was well formed but on the small side much like her narrow hips. What she needed was to spit out a few babies to allow her body to expand naturally I thought and perhaps I could help with that. Once her hands were tied tightly my fingers pulled up on the back section of her thong which forced the material deep into her pussy slit.
“You are such a hot little tramp Whitney” I told her before biting the nape of her neck.
As my mouth continued its assault and I slid the thong back and forth my other hand reached around and twisted a nipple hard. She tried to remain silent but I was stimulating too many points at once and she was forced to moan. My hand released her nipple and I moved it down her body over her rib cage first and from their over her flat little tummy. During this due to the disparities in our height my hard cock was pressing into her back but I bent my knees enough so that I was able to maneuver my thick shaft between her legs. It rubbed against her inner thighs as well as her panty covered muff.
My hand slipped under the fabric and brushed the silky smooth hair as it continued down. It hit pay dirt a second later when it came in contact with her wet little pussy. When my finger rubbed her clit Whitney again moaned and when the tip forced its way between her swollen lips I felt her whole body shudder.
“You little whore” I murmured in her ear “you’re cumming from me putting my finger in you, aren’t you?”
I continued to work it deeper but it wasn’t easy as her pussy was extremely tight. Finally I had my whole finger inside Whitney so I started to wiggle it back and forth. She managed to spread her legs a bit wider to assist in her violation. The hand that had held her thong now reached up and took hold of her throat.
“You never answered me Whitney when I asked you if you came. I expect an answer when I ask a question.”
Slowly my grip tightened on her neck which prompted a response from her.
“Yes I came, are you happy?”
“No not until I cum will I be happy but I’m glad you admit that you’re a whore.”
Right as I said that I forced a second finger into her and if I wasn’t holding her securely I think she might have tried to escape. As it was her body twisted and turned but I persevered and pushed it into her.
“Fuck baby girl you have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. What’s the matter your boyfriend isn’t doing the job?”
“Ooh damn! Its too much Principal Johnson, please take one of those fingers out of me” she said before adding “and right now I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“If I take a finger out then how can I stretch that pussy? If you think two fingers are too much what do you think will happen when I put my big cock in you?”
“No please don’t, you’ll kill me.”
“No the only way I’d kill you is if you don’t let me. Besides it seems you’d die happy my way. Now its time for you to suck my cock again. Get it nice and wet Whitney to help it go in.”
With that I pulled my fingers out and let go of her slender neck. I pushed her so she was bent at the waist over the desk and moved my body in front of her head. Gathering all her hair up in one fist I pulled her head forward as I put my cock by her mouth. She opened it and swallowed my head inside and started to circle it with her tongue. It felt good but what I needed was saliva so as I held her in place with her hair I pushed deeper into her hot mouth.
Whitney almost gagged as I repeatedly hit the entrance to her throat with my cockhead but it was accomplishing my goal of lubricating me. After a particularly deep thrust Whitney coughed up some saliva and I decided I was ready. I pulled out of her mouth and now walked behind her. My hand stroked my cock as the other yanked her thong down to her knees. Pressing the head to her entrance I grabbed her hip then pushed forward.
Whitney cried out loudly as I sank a couple of inches in her pussy channel but it could go no further. Instead of trying to force myself deeper I rotated my hips which brought us both pleasure and also aided in stretching her out. I continued in this manner, managing to slowly slip more of my shaft into her. She was moaning a lot now as my cock stimulated her internal nerves and she sure was stimulating mine.
Once I was a little more than halfway in there I changed my motion and started to slide out of her. When just my head was nestled between her lips I thrust forward a little further. Again I grabbed her hair in a fist and now I began to fuck her for real. While I did I looked down and watched my thickness work between her pretty pink pussy lips and that was quite a sight. But for some reason as I did my eyes were drawn to her little asshole. It was tiny and looked as if was never used even for its primary purpose.
Even though I rarely had anal sex there was something about it that was calling out to me and I responded. I stuck my pinky in my mouth and wet it before forcing the tip in her back hole. Whitney started to squirm and cry like a crazy person but with her hands tied behind her as well as being bent over as I fucked her there was nothing she could do but take it.
Just the thought of forcing myself in her ass that was now resisting just my pinky excited me so much that it pushed me past the edge. With a final thrust I drove further into Whitney’s pussy as my rigid cock swelled even larger. Then the floodgates opened as I showered her insides with my thick, rich cum.
“No please Principal Johnson” she pleaded “don’t cum in me, I’m not on birth control.”
“Then it’s just the way I want it baby girl” I gasped as I fired again and again in her tiny, tight pussy. “With any luck I’ll breed you and if not today then soon.”
With that I forced my cock a little deeper to help guide the sperm where it needed to go. Even while I was cumming I continued forcing my pinky deeper in her stinker until it was swallowed up. By wiggling it around I opened her ass up a tiny bit more. When no more cum came from me I eased out of her now well fucked pussy making Whitney groan with disappointment.
“Have no fear, I’ll soon be fucking you again. But first let me put you where I want.”
After first removing my pinky I lifted the petite teacher and laid her on her back across her desk so that Whitney’s head hung over one end and her ass was at the opposite edge with her legs hanging in the air. Positioning my body by her face I placed my cock by her lips and Whitney knew what to do. Once her red lips opened I guided my partially hard cock between them. Immediately she went back to work, licking and sucking my head and shaft.
“That’s it you little cocksucker, work that black cock good” I told her as I slid my jacket off but before I put it on the desk I slid my cell from the inner breast pocket.
I waited until her head was turned the right way where I could see her whole profile as she sucked me. It took only a few seconds to take a couple of candid shots and once I did Whitney freaked out on me. She managed to pull her mouth free pissing me off.
“What are you doing Principal Johnson? My God you have to delete those” she said raising her voice.
My answer was a smack to her face followed by my large hand closing around her throat and cutting off her oxygen. I leaned in until our faces were just inches apart as I stared into her blue eyes. They were darting all over in a panic as I squeezed.
“Now what Ms. Whitney Chance is forgetting is that I call the shots, not her. You will do whatever I say slut. If I tell you to turn tricks like a ten dollar whore you will do as you’re told. Understand?”
She nodded her head yes as much as she was able to under the circumstances so I released her. Whitney gasped for a minute as she filled her lungs but I was already on the move. Positioning myself between her spread legs I lifted them and placed them against my beefy torso and once they were in place I drove in her pink again.
My hands found and painfully twisted her rock hard nipples as I sawed in and out of her. I pounded her as fast as I was able to going halfway in with each thrust with the purpose of fully regaining my erection. Once I accomplished my goal I withdrew my cock and lowered it a couple of inches so the head touched her ass hole. Since I was freely leaking pre-cum I rubbed it on her puckered hole to assist in what was about to happen.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass Whitney?” I asked though I think I already knew the answer.
She shook her head no, and I could see the fear in her baby blues.
“No I haven’t Principal Johnson. Please don’t, I’m begging you not to. You’re too big and you’ll kill me.”
“It will hurt but you’ll survive” I said as I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her head up so I could see her face clearly. “Besides it’s your fault for having such a cute little ass.”
With those words I forced my big mushroom head into her sphincter and kept going until the head managed to pop inside. She let out such a wail that I felt compelled to pick up her thong and put it in her open mouth. With that out of the way I continued to push deeper. Her ass was so tight that it almost hurt but I was undeterred and kept forcing my shaft further up her. Not until my balls touched her ass cheeks did I pause and then only momentarily.
Tears were streaming from Whitney’s eyes and down her cheeks and she was still moaning in pain though the thong muffled that some. Again I raised my phone and took two pictures. The first was of her tear streaked face with her pain reflected clearly and the second showed the cause for it. My thick black shaft buried almost to the hilt in her no longer virgin ass.
Once that business was concluded I placed the cell down and started to work her hole. For the most part I kept most of my cock buried in her as it was so tight that I didn’t wish to move much. The pleasure on me was just too intense to sacrifice so I rotated my hips in a clockwise motion. Occasionally I’d piston in and out just to change things up. However just being squeezed by her viselike sphincter was taking its toll on me so I decided to go for it.
Leaning forward so that her legs were pushed toward her chest I began to pull almost all of the way out. With just my head remaining I drove all the way in. Each time I did this Whitney whimpered in pain which only spurred me on to go faster. My balls heavy with another dose of baby batter slapped her ass with each thrust now stimulating me even more.
“Come on Whitney, squeeze those muscles if you want this to end sooner” I told her.
Her face looked doubtful but she seemed to be trying her best as I felt her ass tighten a little more. I was grunting as well now as I went balls deep with each thrust. My free hand squeezed her cheek hard as I felt my orgasm approach. At the last second I pulled from her now gaping ass and just managed to put my cock in her little pussy as I exploded.
“Fuck baby girl, here is another batch of cum for you” I said as I painted her pussy white with sperm.
My heavy body sank on her, nearly crushing a helpless Whitney with my bulk. After I regained my breath I managed to push up a little so she could breathe. My hand pulled the thong from her mouth and once I pulled out of her I wiped my cock clean with her thong. Moving as if in a fog I slowly fixed my clothing. Rolling Whitney onto her side I then untied her hands and put my tie in my pocket. Now that I’d cum I was all business with her.
“Ms. Chance starting tomorrow I expect you to report for duty in detention hall as part of your expanded duties. You will receive no compensation for this, in fact according to the official schedule the various teachers assigned will continue to get credit for it. At the conclusion of detention you will report to my office where you will satisfy my urges or any one else who I tell you to satisfy. Is that clear?”
She blinked a couple of times as comprehension dawned on her that for all practical purposes she was no longer in control of her fate. Instead she was my sexual plaything until I tired of her and even then I had no intention of freeing her from my control.
“I understand Principal Johnson” she said submissively with her eyes cast down.
“Just a couple more things Ms. Chance. One I expect you to present me with your ovulation schedule as soon as possible. If you need to consult with your physician to get an accurate reading that is okay. Number two you are forbidden to go on dates or have sexual relations with anyone except on my specific orders. Do I make myself clear?”
“Very clear Principal Johnson.”
“Good now let me go as my wife will have dinner ready soon. I will see you tomorrow” I said as I headed for the door. As I closed it behind me Ms. Chance was curled in a ball on the desk softly sobbing.
THE END
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Friday night alone for Rachel part 2

Previously: Rachel had been enjoying a night at home with her favorite vibrator when she receives a surprise gentleman caller. . .
Rachel (narrator): 22 yo white, plump/ curvy virgin. Cute face with blue eyes and long brown hair.
For a moment, I could do nothing but stare at him with wide eyes. Was there really a strange man standing in my living room? Maybe I was still uber-high from the pot that I smoked earlier and I was hallucinating. He was about ten feet away from me on the couch and was standing in between me and both the front door and the stairs. I took in his appearance: He was white and tall (about six feet) with dark brown hair. He was dressed in jeans and a dark tshirt and was standing with one hand behind his back while he was staring me down with his dark eyes. He was a large, overweight man. He had a receding hairline and hairy arms. You could tell that he had a strong bone structure under his round cheeks that held a couple days’ worth of stubble. Had I seen him somewhere like the mall or a grocery store, I’m sure I would have not taken any notice of him. Standing in my living room, however, was another story.
After what felt like an hour but was probably only a few seconds, the hand not behind his back moved. He put his finger up to his mouth and made a soft “Shh” noise. That shocked me out of my stupor. I leapt off of the couch and ran to the other side of the room. I frantically searched the room, looking for something that I could use for a weapon. He was still standing between me and my two means of escape. Seeing that, he started slowly approaching me. I, unwittingly, backed up until I was in the corner of my living room. When the skin of my back hit the wall, I remembered that the only clothing I had on was my lady-cum-soaked blue cotton panties. Not bothering to cover myself (because, really, what was the point now?), my eyes began darting all over the room. Why don’t I own a vase?! That’s what they always happen to have as a handy make-shift weapon in the movies!
Fear began to set in as I realized that I was most likely fucked, in more ways than one. This guy wasn’t here to borrow some milk. He was only a few feet away and was still making the soft “Shh” sound. I whimpered. From this distance, I could see that his mouth was curving into a smile. However, I wasn’t just going to give in without trying to save myself. I faked like I was trying to slip by him on his left and then dodged for the right. I managed to run past him a few steps before I felt him grab my arm and bring both of us to the floor.
I remembered my voice then and screamed as loud as I could. “NOO! NO! SOMEBODY HELP!” He slapped my face hard enough to daze me. I was distracted and he was able to grab my other arm. He now held both of my arms by the wrists behind my back as I was laying on my stomach. I began struggling my nearly naked body now and resumed my shouting, begging for anyone to help me. What once seemed like a good idea (to live in an end unit apartment that doesn’t have any neighbors so no one would smell me smoking), now felt like it would be my undoing. Holding both of my wrists behind my back with one hand, he used his other to spank my right ass check hard five times and said roughly, “Be quiet.” He then moved on top of me so that he could hold me down with his body. When I felt his hard cock digging into the small of my back, I screamed harder. Oh, so you want to make me do what you say by hurting me? Well, you’re going to have to hit me a lot harder than that! I know what you want, and I would rather DIE than give it to you!
I drew in a deep breath, prepared to give the loudest shout I could, but I was too late. I found out what he had been hiding behind his back: duct tape. I saw him rip off a strip out of the corner of my eye, and, before I could release my scream, the tape was over my mouth. Seeing me as being sufficiently gagged, he moved off of me while maintaining his hold on my arms. I continued trying to shout and struggle, but I was extremely muffled behind the gag and with his grip on my wrists, there wasn’t a lot I could do. I could feel him moving behind me, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. Then I felt him tape my wrists together. Feeling my wrists bound switched me from being desperate to get away to being in full-out survival mode. I could feel the carpet burning the skin of my breasts and stomach as I moved. There was no doubt in my mind that he was going to try to rape me. Then what? Would he just slip back out whatever way he came in? He had already shown that he didn’t have a probably slapping me around. Would he just kill me when he was through with me?
I fought with everything I had, then, kicking out my feet, shaking my shoulders and hips, trying to roll away from him. Anything that would get me out of the situation. He simply grabbed my wrists and lifted them up behind my back. I tried to arch my back and follow the movement, but I eventually had to stop moving or risk him dislocating my shoulders. He held my wrists with one hand and used the other to caress my back, as if he was trying to soothe me. I could feel how rough and calloused his hands were, how fat his fingers were.
“Shh, Baby Girl. You don’t want to hurt yourself, now, “ he said. “You want to be a good girl for Daddy, don’t you?”
When I didn’t answer, he lifted my wrists slightly as he hand strayed from my back down to pinch me on the ass cheek that he had spanked earlier. He pinched hard enough that I cried out into the tape.
“Don’t you?” he asked again, with a hard edge to his voice.
“Answer your Daddy!” He had squeezed even harder on my ass, and I nodded my head frantically.
I felt completely defeated. The thought of this disgusting stranger touching any part of me made me want to vomit. I would rather him just kill me than rape me and take my virginity. But, in just a few moments, he had me bound and gagged. He must be hiding some huge fucking muscles under that fat, because trying to defend myself against him was like trying to fight off the Hulk. Was it worth it to keep fighting? It was obvious that he was going to have me no matter what. I was no match for him, and I didn’t particularly want to push him to the point that he beats the shit out of me BEFORE he rapes me and possibly kills me. My eyes began to tear up as I realized how overpowered I was. The only real choice I had was to let him do what he wanted and pray that he left afterwards.
I quietly cried behind my gag as he, accepting my answer and sensing my new co-operative attitude, lowered my arms and continued to stroke my back.
“That’s Daddy’s Good Girl. That’s Daddy’s Good Baby Girl,” he cooed at me.What was with all of the “Daddy” and “Baby Girl” talk? It freaked me out. Oh my god, what the fuck is this guy into? It didn’t matter now. I was resigned and he knew it. I felt disgusted with him and disgusted with myself for giving in. His hands left me and he stood up. I took a few deep breaths through my nose, trying to calm down and stop my crying.
Suddenly, he lifted me up and hoisted my mostly nude body over his shoulder, continuing his creepy “Daddy’s Girl” encouragement. He left the living room and started up the stairs. When he headed directly for the bedroom, I whimpered but didn’t struggle, having learned my lesson. He moved with surety, and that scared me. Had he been watching me? For how long? He entered the bedroom and gently lay me down on the bed. He just stood there looking down at me for a few moments, and I squirmed under his gaze.
“Look at how beautiful Baby Girl is. Soo pretty. Let me feel how soft my baby is,” he said as he cupped my cheek and then let his hand trail down my neck, pause to gently cup my breast and rub his thumb in circles a few times around my nipple, continue down my torso, stopping at to rub my stomach like a cat. I hate when anyone touches me there, being really self-conscious about my belly. Having him touch me there with his rough hands made me feel sick. I tried to shift away from his hands. Wrong move.
He slapped my thigh hard, making me yelp. He glared down darkly. “That was very bad, Baby Girl. I know you know better than that. Daddy told you to let him feel his baby’s skin. You need to be reminded of how to be a good little girl for your Daddy.”
He grabbed me by the hips and roughly flipped me over onto my stomach on the bed. He got a fistful of the fabric of my panties and ripped them off cleanly. I cried out behind the gag, my tears returning. I started begging him to just leave, to not hurt me, but it was all muffled. When he sat on the bed and started pulling me close, I panicked and began struggling again, anything to stay away from him. He pulled me so that I was laying bottom up in his lap.
“You know you need to obey your Daddy. Daddy doesn’t like to hurt his Baby Girl, but she needs to be punished for not following the rules.” As he was saying this, he was firmly rubbing my bare ass, gradually adding more and more pressure. Then, without warning, he spanked my ass once. Nothing had ever stung so badly. He paused long enough for me to register the feeling, and then he continued slowly for several more sharp smacks in the same place. His hits then began to increase in pace and strength until he pulled his arm far back and whacked me hard on the ass. I gave a muffled screech. He then started wailing on my ass. I tried to cry out for him to stop and to wiggle away. He just grabbed my wrists again and raised them high, effectively reminding me of who was in control. I could do nothing but sob and try to stay as still as possible to appease him. Once he sensed my submission, he switched up his hit placement so that his blows landed all over my ass, the tops of my thighs and my lower back.
I took it and tried to not focus on the pain. No one had ever even seen my naked body before, and the first time someone is seeing me is when it’s a crazy intruder who was spanking me like I was a little girl. My skin felt like it was on fire everywhere he was hitting me, and I knew that it would bruise. My shoulders and arms were aching, and I was afraid the muscles would start to cramp. With each hit, my naked body would move against his lap chaffing my already rug-burn stomach and breasts. I tried to just let my mind wander, to not be in the moment. I made myself stop crying, if only because it was hard to sob when you can’t breathe through your mouth. His hand was a blur, and I could barely distinguish the individual blows. It was just a haze of burning pain. I could hear him huffing with his exertion. Finally, his spanking slowed and he lowered my arms again. I whimpered as the blood rushed back to my arms, making them tingle painfully.
He was now gently rubbing his fingers over my bruised and burning skin. I’m sure it was supposed to be a soothing gesture, but it still hurt and I would give him anything for him to just stop touching me. I hated this, hated what was happening and what was going to happen to me. This was not how I imagined losing my virginity at all. Every place he touched felt tainted, like he was leaving some imprint in my skin that I would never be able to scrub off or shake loose. My body was burning all over from the spanking and my agitated rug burn, I was having trouble breathing because of the duct tape and because I had been sobbing, and I just wanted it to end. I wanted him to hurry up and do it so he could then kill me or leave. As long as he wasn’t touching me anymore.
He then turned me over so I was sitting up in his lap. He began rocking me like I was a child, and I could feel his hard cock through his jeans poking my thighs. My ass was burning and I almost started crying again, but instead only released a groan.
“There, there, Baby Girl,” he said while rocking me and pressing kisses to my temple. “Now that hurt me more than it hurt you. I hate hurting my little girl, but Baby Girl needs to learn to obey her daddy. Are you going to obey me?” I nodded. “Good girl. I knew you were going to be my good little girl when I first saw you. Now your daddy feels awful about hurting you. Do you want to make him feel better?” he asked, pausing his kisses to look me in the eye. I hesitated but nodded, knowing it was what he wanted and that I was beyond having any options at this point. I had to survive, and I would do whatever it took to make sure he didn’t kill me. I was going to do whatever he said and pray that he left when he was done. “That’s my little girl,” he said smiling.
He then moved me from his lap onto my back on the bed. He pulled me so that my head was hanging off of the side. I may be a virgin, but I watch porn. I knew what was about to happen. I had never given a blowjob before, but in this position I had a feeling he was wanting to do all of the work anyway. If he’s going to make me give him a blowjob, then he has to take this duct tape off. Should I try to call for help one last time? No, I couldn’t. If no one heard me before, they weren’t going to hear me this time. I wouldn’t risk it. After he had me like he wanted me, it was all I could do to stay still. My ass was still on fire, and I was lying on my arms awkwardly. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to move and have him see that as me disobeying him again.
He took a couple steps back from the bed, and began toeing off his shoes. I was scared to death, but I couldn’t look away as my rapist began to disrobe. His shoes and socks went first, followed by his jeans. With my head hanging off of the bed and him only a couple feet away, was basically face to face with his crotch. He wore grey boxer briefs, and I could see a damp patch near the head of his hard cock. His shirt went next, revealing his large, hairy body. He disgusted me. He was fat and gross and I was at his mercy. His hands fell to the waistband of his briefs and slowly peeled them off, his erection bobbing out. I gulped. There was no way that was going in me.
The bastard’s dick stood proud, its weeping head pointed to the ceiling. It was about 9 ½ “ long, but the length didn’t scare me. My favorite vibrator was about 9 inches, so that wasn’t too intimidating. However, it was apparent that his rotundness also applied to his manhood. It was 3 inches wide, wider than my wrist. How was my virgin pussy supposed to take that, let alone my mouth?!
“Aww, don’t be scared, Baby Girl. I know you’re going to make Daddy feel so good.” He stepped forward, and I jerked instinctually, not expecting the movement. “Shh, Baby Girl. Now stay quiet and brace yourself,” he said right before ripping the duct tape from my mouth. It hurt like a motherfucker, but I didn’t make a peep. With the tape gone, I took in a mouthful air. He stroked my cheek.
“You want to make your daddy feel good, don’t you, Little Girl?”
I nodded.
His hand moved from my cheek to get a hold on my hair. “Answer Daddy out loud, Baby Girl.”
I paused long enough for him to tug on my hair before responding, “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy?”, I said, the word feeling strange on my tongue.
“Yes, Daddy, what?”
“Yes, Daddy, I want to make you feel good.”
“That’s my girl,” he said with a smile. I felt sick. I didn’t want to be pulled into his freaky games. I’m in my twenties, but I’m a Daddy’s Girl. I still call my father “Daddy”, and saying it now in this setting made my skin crawl. He stepped forward and said, “Open.” I obediently opened my mouth. He first ran the head of his cock along my lips, smearing them with his pre-cum, then pushed in a couple inches. He only just had the head in my mouth, but it already felt stuffed. His cock was so fat, I really feared what would happen if he tried to push into my throat. His cock tasted salty and the musky, sweaty smell from his body was already making me gag. The hand that had been gripping my hair moved to cup the back of my head, holding me in place.
“Taste Daddy’s cock. Taste how much Daddy loves you,” he said, thrusting forward once ever so slightly in reinforcement. I started moving my tongue along the head of his cock, cleaning off the pre-cum. It tasted so salty it made my eyes water. I focused on what I was doing and breathing through my nose, trying to ignore his overwhelming odor. Everything about this man repulsed me. I just kept moving my tongue along the head, not really knowing what I was doing. He didn’t seem to mind. He started thrusting shallowly, groaning.
“That’s my Baby Girl. That’s my good, good Baby Girl.” I wanted to cry again. He thrust the first few inches in and out of my mouth. His balls were swinging just inches of my face, and I had an eyeful of his hairy ass. I kept moving my tongue, but my jaw started to ache with the effort and from keeping my mouth open wide enough to accommodate his girth. He started picking up the pace. The whole time, he kept up his words of encouragement. “You’re making Daddy feel so good, Baby Girl. You really love your daddy.” He moved so that he was now hunched over holding my head with both hands as he fucked my mouth. He started hitting the back of my throat, and I freaked. I was scared to death he would try to choke me with his cock. However, he didn’t go further than that, my body gagging a little each time he hit my throat.
He pulled out slightly so that again only the head was in my mouth and started jerking off the rest outside of my mouth. “Take it all, Baby Girl,” he said with a near-shout before cumming with a loud roar. He came in two long spurts in my mouth. It tasted disgusting. It was so salty and sour on my tongue that I thought the taste would make me vomit. He held his cock in my mouth until I swallowed it all down and moaned each time my mouth squeezed his cock. It felt like his cum hit my stomach like lead, like I could feel it sitting in my body.
He straightened up and slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. “My baby girl has the sweetest little baby girl mouth. Did you like that, Baby Girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied softly, embarrassed hearing myself say the words but knowing I had to.
He started walking around the bed, and I knew what was coming next. I felt my eyes start to water, but I held in the tears. Crying wouldn’t help now. He moved to the opposite side of the room, and gently pulled on my ankles until my head was on the bed. With a stranger’s dick in my mouth, I had understandably forgotten about my burning ass and aching arms. When he repositioned me, me arms were now bent very uncomfortably beneath my back and my flaming skin screamed at me. I worked my jaw up and down several times to work out the kinks from my face fucking. I stared at the ceiling, awaiting my fate, has he got onto the bed and crawled over me.

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Trafficked Love Ch. 12

THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Rachel’s Shaved Pussy, No. Five

This is probably my most outright fetishistic piece yet, and takes things in a particular, probably quite niche, direction. Some people may not like the second part, but if so, just remember this is a FANTASY.

Hard Honeymoon

An extraordinarily masochistic newlywed spends her honeymoon vacation suffering terrible torture and cruel humiliation under the hands of her husband. A story featuring extreme cuckqueaning and over-the-top BDSM. This story is pure fantasy, and viewer discretion is advised.

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

Imagine half the country with its adult male population decimated. Some women must assert themselves in roles that were previously male only. Other women, raised to be controlled and without a nature able to break the control of men, find themselves at their sons’ mercies.

H.I.S. Storm

The dark blue of the room ran across his face, freshly trimmed beard, intense eyes, he ran his hands over his thighs and adjusted in his seat. A question in his mind.
She was trembling inside, the sounds of her own pulse in her ears, drowning her thoughts.
“Come here baby girl.”
She came as instructed, crawling on all fours, reaching her destination to languish at his side. She rested her head on his lap.
They were quiet together, her kneeling, him stroking her hair, her breathing in his scent, dancing with anticipation within, the thunder outside.
She wanted to see his dick, to understand what rattled underneath his stillness, then his firm grip in her hair.
“Open your mouth baby girl.”
She did. Slowly, eyes closed, perched at his feet. She heard him taking himself out of his pants, a low grunt, a shift in gravity. His smooth dick sliding across her lips, painfully slow.“You want that baby?” teasing.
She nods her head yes, his thumb harsh over her tongue, the distinct taste of him, her face being squeezed.
A slap, the stinging, the hot tingling left behind, his rigid, pulsing cock sliding down her throat smooth and slow.“Baby girl, do as instructed. Just listen to my voice”
She had no choice, pressure building in the back of her throat as he pushed further back into her mouth, her gag reflex finally giving in, she tries to come up for air, she is met with his large hand palming the back of her head.“Stay down.” – his voice more steady, “take it”…..sliding deeper still, her ribs heave, saliva rolling down his member, then her chin, his slow powerful pumps in and out, innnn and out, nice and easy, her heavy panting through her nose.
A moan from him, elicits a moan from her and he picks up the pace, steady and hard, fucking her mouth with care. A slap on her tits, right than left and then a hand around her throat, she is pulled in between his thighs.
Faster now, he is pumping, her mouth is his pussy, she is consumed, choking helplessly on her own spit, fighting through her lack of oxygen, panic rising.
He looks down at her reddening face, hardens beyond what he thought possible, she opens her eyes for a second and meets his gaze, she melts at the dark fires she sees there, his muscles stiffen at her anxiety.
He snatches her mouth off of him, before it is too late, before he breaks her neck or she faints or he rumbles and cums so far down her throat he won’t have the pleasure of seeing himself claim her in thick white steaks.
She is gasping, he smacks her hard, her face on the carpet, his hands pressing her down, the itchy burn of the floor scratching her cheek.
“You like sucking dick slut? Hmm, you like choking on your daddy’s dick.You like that shit?“Yes, daddy.” She meant it.
It ends him.
He keeps her face pinned to the carpet. The lighting clashes like a fierce symbal. The light strobes around them. His little girl sprawled on the floor, face ruined, squirming under the pressure of his hands, hands that are now mauling every inch of her.
His breasts, his pussy, his wet little mouth, his jiggling thighs, his soft lower belly, all belongs to him, all his, he turns her over to see more her heavy breasts, her own leftover spit sliding down her tits in streams, he grabs them hard, she lets out something between a grunt and a moan.
He snatches her legs apart and positions himself in between them one hand on her throat, the other stroking the head of his own dick at the very sight of her, taking it in, he’d ask her if she wants it but he already knows, her wet swollen folds are already begging.
He taps on her pussy lightly, her thighs jump together out of instinct, he presses them down hard.“Keep them spread.”
She obeys, relaxing, belly trembling as he continues a manual pattering assault on her exposed cunt.
Moaning now, gritting her teeth, he doesn’t want to wait another second, he slides into her slowly, savoring her initial tightness, the thunder rumbles almost shaking the walls, the storm growing closer.
She is lost underneath him, pussy stretching to take him in, on the edge already, her clit swells, he knows her so well, that same thumb strums quickly over that spot, she wants to explode, to piss, she wants to scream, but he is already pounding, pushed as deep inside of her as he can manage, the pain rocks through her lower back, his hands angrily pulling at her hips, the carpet burning her ass.“Good girl, gooooood little girl.”
She lets it out now, a wail from deep within and he proceeds to destroy her, stroking furiously, pulling at her tight flesh, heavy testicles pressing into her wet pussy, he pulls her leg up over his shoulder, dick digging into her belly, burying himself inside of her, pulling out full length and crashing back inside again, relentless.
The storm is right over head and he is yanking so hard on her hair, her neck strains, her tits bouncing furiously responding to his rhythm, he’s close, so close, she knows it.
“Fucking little bitch, you fucking slut, you always give me what I want cunt, worthless little whore.” The words come out rapid fire.
He means it with love, she knows that, she reaches to stroke his back to show him she loves him too and he pins her wrists over head, growling and gasping now, his entire body tensed, he chokes out what he has been wanting to ask her all night.“Who do you belong to?”
She moans from deep within, unable to respond.
He is right on the edge, the lighting crashes, “Who do you belong to bitch!?” He barks.
“You daddy! I’m all yours, oh-my Go-“ a whimpering wail from her and he is cumming inside of her, power rushing through his system, every wound muscle releasing at once, he is pumping semen into her in streams, she can feel the hard spasms in his rigid cock, still painfully deep inside of her. He collapses on top of her eyes rolling to the heavens.
She smiles sweetly, holding onto him as he rides out the final waves of his orgasm, basking in him and their afterglow, listening to his heavy breathing and the passing storm outside.

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The Keyhole

I’ve noticed the trend where I post stories that I intend to continue but then lose interest after posting. I’ll try and get some continuations up here soon. This is my first BDSM focused story, so if anyone has some pointers or suggestions, I’d love to hear them. Also the age of the main character is meant to be ambiguous, make it whatever you feel comfortable with. Change the recess scene to Co-ed gym class if that makes more sense.