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Shit, I thought as I wandered the streets. I didn’t have a dime to my name and I needed the cash just to get me through the week or I’d be starving by payday. My crappy job kept me employed but it didn’t do nothing’ after that. I’d live, I knew that, I wasn’t used to scraping by like this, not after having such a killer job before. But, you know: the layoffs hit as soon as the “dot coms” started failing and I was the new kid on the block and got axed before I even had 12 months behind me! The unemployment check was more than 10 days away and I was moonlighting at a local bar serving drinks until I got the next check. I was making too much money to collect unemployment but screw them! I needed the money more than the government needed it! After all, this is democracy, right? LOL!

Well, I thought I’d make it on the little crumbs in tips I was given but it was running short and the rent was due last week. Now, I’m walking in the dark, no place to go, nothing to do, and looking at getting evicted after holding down a job clearing $80 grand 30 days ago! Shit!

I knew what I was doing even before I got in the neighborhood: I was casing places again. I had left my criminal past (petty theft, nothing bigtime) behind me when I got the call for the programming position but all that seems like ancient history now. Now I’m walking in someone else’s neighborhood and looking at cars, trying to judge which ones belonged to the people with the best stuff behind unlocked doors. I had never done a burglary before but it looked like the time to start was now. Oh well, what the fuck. All I need is a few bucks and a bit of luck to get me back on my feet again.

A Lexus caught my eye right away. This one looked loaded so I tried the door and luck smacked me in the head when the alarm started blaring like a banshee. Thank goodness for all the false alarms on these damned things! I was walking slowly away from the car when the owner turned the alarm off by remote control, never even looking outside to see if it was a real problem. Idiot.

But that little thrill pretty much got me unwilling to try another car. There’s no way to tell if they have alarms or not. Maybe I’d try for the brass ring; maybe there’s a window open somewhere with a “come and get me” sign over the jewelry box or something’. I was worth a try.

This time, I spotted a better bet than before: a pretty home, nice sedan outside, well-kept lawn and shrubbery. With the weather warmer than usual, there had to be a window open to allow the cooler nighttime air inside. And there’s always some fool who’ll leave the window open when they’re not at home.

Looked like people were in this house, to. With the car outside, even with no lights inside, I was not going to risk a bold entry, even if I saw one. And wouldn’t you know? There was one! The side window was indeed open and there wasn’t even a screen over the sash frame! I looked around a bit and didn’t see anyone checking me out so I wandered slowly towards the house, trying to appear as though I was going home or planning to ring the bell. At the last moment before I hit the stairs, I turned off and slipped quietly along the side of the house and towards the promising window.

There was nothing but moonlight to see with so I had to be careful not to step on anything that would make noise but I managed. When I got there, I was totally stoked: the room behind it was mostly visible through an open, frilly curtain and it showed a bedroom with all the earmarks of a female’s room. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light, I was surprised to see that this was the gold mine I was hoping for. There was a tree with what looked like pearls hanging from it, a box next to it (surely with rings and more stuff), a “boom box” stereo on a shelf with dozens of CD’s on it, and a jar with all sorts of change in it – none of it looking like pennies. This was just what I needed!

I checked out the ‘hood again and didn’t see anyone, not even lights from most of the houses. So I leaned into the open window and looked a bit closer. Under it was a bar rug – nothing to get in the way after I slid through the window. It was too dark to see everywhere in the room but this opportunity looked too damned good to pass on so I boosted myself up and into the open window, then into the room. My silence committing my first break-and-enter even shocked me! This may be something I need to think about in the future but. Now, I needed to get some cashable stuff and get it fenced before tomorrow afternoon.

I was all the way to the dresser with the pearls when I heard the quietest snore. I stopped in my tracks and almost deafened myself with my own heartbeat. In the darkest part of the room was a bed with someone in it! I didn’t know if it was one person or two but I was just about to get the hell outta there when the person in the bed moved and the covers slid back a bit. It was right then that I knew I was really in trouble.

The sheets fell away from a topless sleeping woman. She was beautiful: looked a little over 5′, maybe 120 or 130 lbs, and great looking long, brown hair. But her breasts! Damn, I was feeling a throbbing sensation in my pants long before I realized why. Those breasts were perfect. Just plain fuckin perfect! About 32 or 34 was my guess but full and firm, even while she was on her back. I couldn’t even guess what her age may have been but I knew she was something I wouldn’t kick outta bed, not in this lifetime! Her legs were parted slightly beneath the rest of the sheet so I was overwhelmed with curiosity about what lay between them. I was certain it was something mighty sweet! Her waist was small and she had curves in all the right places. Before I knew it I was walking towards her.

This was madness; I knew that. But I felt compelled to get closer, just close enough to smell her hair. And her hair was my undoing. I just barely got close enough to feel it against the skin on my cheek when her eyes fluttered open. Even in the moonlight I could see the instant fear in those beautiful green orbs. She opened her mouth and was just about to scream when I realized I was going to spend a long time in some cell for this and I didn’t get the jewelry either! In less than a second, I was pissed and I slammed my hand over her mouth, stifling the scream before its birth.

“Shut up”, I whispered. “I won’t hurt you as long as you just stay quiet as a mouse. You understand?”

She nodded a ‘yes’ and I relaxed a bit.

“You know, I was just in here to get some hawking stuff and I didn’t see you. But when you flaunted off those tits, well, I just needed a closer look, baby!”

She started to squirm and I quickly lay on top of her, the sheet and the massive hardness in my jeans between us. I pushed one of her legs away from mine and they both opened like a slut in heat. Did she want to get it? She looked a scared as a trapped mouse but she wasn’t struggling a bit and I was getting confused signals here. Look, I’ve never raped a girl and I wasn’t into that. But, hey, if she wants to get it, I’ll be glad to give it to her, give it to her hard. I wanted it now and I was looking for a way to get it so I said,

“I’ll just take the jewels and cash but you need to stay quiet, OK?” I almost grinned as I slowly released her mouth and she lay there immobile under me. And I didn’t even know I was gonna do it before I did but I did it anyway: I started to climb off her and slid a knee up between her legs as I got up. When it hit her crotch, she gasped, her eyes got wider and she uttered a small squeak. I brought my hand back down fast and lay down on her again, this time with my full weight.

“Bad girl! I told you not to make any noise, didn’t I?” And with that, I pulled the sheet from between us with my other hand as I lifted my body just enough to let it slide by. And then I got to see the rest of the bitch: Fuckin A! Hell, Fuckin A+! She was wearing a small pair of light-colored panties with a bit of lace at the top. But the part that pushed me over the edge was the wetness at the bottom of them, where I had pushed my knee. It wasn’t a runny mess like she’d pissed herself; it was a full soaking like she was so excited she was going to burst. I looked up into her eyes and she sighed before closing them.

“Oh. It’s like that, isn’t it? You know you want it. You fuckin need it, don’t you?” I still had my hand over her mouth so I couldn’t tell what she was saying even if I wanted to. I didn’t. This bitch wanted to be fucked as much as I now wanted to fuck her. I didn’t give a shit about the money I needed right then. Right then I wanted to slam some cock up this pussy that was wet just for me!

I ran my free hand down her side and between her legs, lifting myself just enough to get access to her twat. And there, my hand got soaked with that unique wetness from a woman. There is no way to mistake it when a woman wants it; her pussy tells you loud and clear. Now I could even smell her arousal and when I looked into her eyes again, I saw she was crying.

“Aww, come on, baby. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Everybody needs to get laid now and then. And it looks like your time is now, doesn’t it?” I said with a small smile.

Only then did she move to stop me. A bucking of her hips, a sharp jerk of her arms and she almost got free. Almost. I had to move quickly but it wasn’t too hard to hold her, not with my weight so much greater than hers. I didn’t even need to remove the hand nestled firmly up between her legs; I let it gently kneed her entire pussy area, gathering more and more of that sweet stickiness.

“Look, babe”, I said as compassionately as possible. (I couldn’t believe ‘compassion’ was a word vaguely applicable in this situation but I was still trying to fool myself into believing I wasn’t really a rapist – not yet, at least). “There’s nothing you can do to stop me and I know what I want. So, it just might make it a little easier on you if you just relax and take it. All women take it. It’s just the way they’re made, honey. The only difference between what you’re gonna get now and what you get other times is the fact that you’re getting it from me and you don’t wanna give it to me. So, technically, it doesn’t matter if you’re wet as a fuckin waterfall. I’m raping you no matter what. You ain’t a whore for having a body that works, you know!”

The look of horror just grew on her face and as I finished my little ‘pep talk’, she returned to the futile struggle to free herself. Working at it with renewed purpose, she tried to kick, bite, punch and head-butt me. All were useless for her but great for me. No matter how little I thought of myself as a guy who’d fuck a girl even if she didn’t want it, I was still massively turned on by her struggling under me. My cock was viciously hard and just begging for relief! Still, I hesitated and the weirdest thing happened: nothing. Her struggles stopped abruptly and she looked into my dark blue eyes with her tear-clouded green ones. We stared at each other for a full 2 minutes or so – neither of us moving a muscle. Then she closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, and completely relaxed. Thinking it was a ploy to get me to relax as well, I remained alert and primed to do “the deed” as soon as I felt the need to start.

Then the second weirdest thing happened: she looked back into my eyes while biting the bottom left side of her lip and actually arced her back slightly towards mine. At the same time, the wetness between her legs became a very hot wetness and I could feel her pussy barely undulating under my cupped hand.

I had her firmly trapped now (A hand holding both of her wrists together while my fingers were intertwined in her long hair meant that she couldn’t move any of them without causing herself some serious pain) so I pulled my hand from her pussy and lay down on her completely, rubbing the swollen head of my cock against her pussy’s lips through my jeans. And her struggling started immediately. I thought I had it figured now: she knew what the act entailed and instinctively tried to fight it, prevent it from beginning. And, like before, the movements she made just spurred me on all the more. With my free hand, I opened my belt, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them away to free my straining prick. Now, bringing my weight back down on her brought my bare cockhead into direct contact with her dripping pussy and it nearly drove me wild with passion. I almost slammed into her right then but I restrained and surprised even myself to say,

“What’s your name, baby?”

“Fuck you!” was the bitter response I got and she tried to kick my balls again. Forcing her legs a bit wider apart, the desire to pound into her was almost overpowering. Still I refrained. And, once again, she stopped fighting the inevitable and looked deeply into me eyes.

Then the “missing piece” hit me: never once had she said ‘no’ or ‘don’t’ or anything much at all! What the fuck was that all about? Putting some guesses together, I asked her name again and got the same response.

“OK”, I said, “I can wait as long as you can so let me know when you want to tell me your name.” This brought a large frown to her face and she almost seemed to be pleading with me. Then, there was the return of her arced back, this time, presenting a tantalizing rub of her inner pussy lips across the head of my cock. I gasped in surprise but remained motionless and silent.

“Desiree”.

Desiree! Wow, did her name fit her perfectly! She was everything I had ever imagined a “Desiree” to be. I don’t know. Maybe there was something I just barely missed grasping a long, long time ago. Anyway, I loved her name and I loved the body attached to it a hell of a lot right now, that’s for sure.

“Thanks you for telling me, Desiree. I wanted to know who I was raping before I start to fuck you.” I said it with a wry smile and didn’t mean it to be scary or intimidating. And she didn’t seem scared anymore, anyway. She just didn’t want to get raped in her own bed, in her own home right now. I was getting closer to the realization she was going to get exactly that, anyway.

Desiree closed her eyes again and started to struggle for her virtue, knowing she was going to lose it tonight no matter what she wanted. This time I didn’t even begin to start fucking her and she stopped immediately, looking at me with that weird pleading look again. Talk about mixed signals! What was she saying with her body that she refused to say with her mouth? The look of puzzlement must have shown on my face because, when Desiree arched towards me this time, it was with purpose: her breasts pressed up against my chest; her legs opened much wider; her face tilted upwards and her cunt slid the entire length of my hard-on, leaving me almost was wet as she was. Then the bells went off.

“You don’t want to fuck, do you? You want to be raped! You don’t want to give me shit but you’re willing to accept the fact that I can and will take it from you, right?”

Silence. But Desiree was panting visibly and, with her face flushed enough to see in the tender moonlight, she frowned again, squirming her entire body against mine.

I ripped open my shirt, wanting to feel her ridged nipples against my bare skin. I kicked away the last of the sheets and blankets from around us. I pried off both shoes using opposite feet and slithered completely out of my pants. Desiree struggled mildly, just barely enough effort to keep me working at holding her down, just barely enough effort not to get free or prevent me from getting ready to fuck her. None of this was lost on me and I was getting far too excited to care about become a “gentleman rapist” anymore. All I wanted now was to rape this little bitch as long and as hard as I possibly could.

“I’m going to fuck the shit outta you, Desiree.” I said that with true venom, wanting her to hear the intensity of my threat and know it was as serious as it sounded. And now she struggled mightily, using all her meager assets to fend off the rape. She voiced wordless accusations that did nothing but spur me on.

I brought the head of my wooden cock up to the top of her pussy and rubbed it all the way down to her ass, leaving a thick trail of her excitement all along her inner thighs. I tightened my grip on her hands and covered her mouth again as I brought my cock up and away from her, positioning it for the thrust that would turn me into a felon and her into a cum-filled victim.

And I froze. I just couldn’t do it. I wanted it. Fuck, I wanted it in the worst way! But I wasn’t a fuckin rapist! What the hell was I doing? I loosened my grips on her mouth and hands and was stunned to hear her speak again:

“Please.”

I was sure I know what that meant. I have no clue what that meant.

“Please.”

Talk about mixed signals? This was an entire universe of mixed signals! But I waited for more, hoping it would come. The look of pain on Desiree’s face was heartbreaking agony.

“Please. I…” (crying now) “I… can’t… let you…” Her voice was lost in sudden heavy sobbing. If I had just looked at her right then, I would have probably released her immediately and held her like a child. But I was still feeling her pushed as hard against me as she could manage. I finally let go of the logic and the urges and hissed at her:

“You haven’t gotten anything to cry about yet, cunt. But you will now”.

And with that, I pushed forward with a fury I didn’t know I could muster. Desiree’s wetness saved her from being ripped open like a sun-ripened peach and saved me from probably tearing a layer of my cock’s skin off as well. I went into her completely, nothing slowing my momentum until I felt her cervix slam into the brick-like head of my prick.

We both gasped loudly, staring into each other’s eyes. The shock of the molten heat within her was mind numbing. And the pain culminated by my violent penetration into her most tender womanhood had to have stunned her badly. Time froze while we grasped the magnitude of the rape beginning. But I was first to recover and, now completely through with my “kinder and gentler rapist” episode, I pulled back from her and rammed my cock home again, trying to do it even harder this time.

Desiree went ballistic. There was no holding back now. She was in full defense mode and working every muscle to stop me from continuing. But, like I said before, she didn’t have a chance and we both knew it.

At first, I lay down with all my weight on her and raped her hard and fast. The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other was much louder than the grunts involuntarily issuing from me and the groans crushed out of Desiree. Enraptured by the absolute beauty of seeing her exquisite body being fucked without mercy: her breasts flailing wildly with nipples hard as marbles; her facial expression of pure torment changing with each new thrust; the sweat forming at her hairline and along her upper cheeks. All of it spurred me on.

With so much pent up passion, I was sure I’d cum in her within seconds, minutes at the most. But there was nothing pushing all the right buttons for that; all I wanted was to feel that tight, wet passage my cock was forcing open with a regularity of clockwork. Desiree didn’t seem to change much overall: she didn’t struggle any more or less, nor did she seem to lose her constant flow of lubricating juices. Being brutally raped didn’t appear to make her feel any less fuckable but she wasn’t about to concede to getting it without a fight, either.

Tiring, I slowed the rhythm of my thrusts to a slow but violently hard pace. The smacking sounds of our groins meeting viciously became something of a mantra, almost inviting the addition of animalistic sounds. Indeed, I was an animal then – no hint of lovemaking to be found in the primal fucking I was administering Desiree. Just primitive motions: one giving vehemently; the other taking unwillingly.

Still with no hint of the release I had wanted so desperately to gush into Desiree’s cunt, I was exhausted. I pulled back from Desiree’s pinned body and rested my weight on my elbows, looking down at the girl I had raped. Covered with sweat, I didn’t have a single thrust left in me but I felt a satisfaction I was ashamed of. This was good and I wanted it more than this once. I didn’t care if it was Desiree or some tramp walking the streets or some mother bringing dinner home to her children. I wanted to shove my prick up any pussy while holding the bitch under me. Gone was the urge to “screw and cum”. Say hello to the urge to pummel a cunt for all it’s worth just to feel it wrapped around my meat.

As these thoughts sauntered through my head, I didn’t notice when Desiree stopped struggling and started looking at me again. Now the look on her face was changed: Desiree looked like she was almost relieved, but not quite. I didn’t give a fuck about figuring that out since I was sated in a new way and loving it. I tried to get off her, pulling back my hips to let my still-ridged cock slip from her fucked hole but Desiree surprised me more than ever before. This time she wrapped her legs around my ass, pushing her heels into my hips, pinning me on her, inside her. Then she did the unspeakable: she milked my cock with the muscles of her pussy’s walls. She did it deliberately, firmly.

“Desiree, what the fuck are you doing?” I almost laughed at her.

“Please don’t”.

OK, this was just too fuckin weird for words…

“Please.”

I slowly shook my head and smiled at her beseeching expression.

“I need… more.”

My jaw almost fell of my face. I had raped this girl in the middle of the night, in her own bed, after breaking into her home for petty theft. I had fucked the shit out of her (as I’d promised to do!) and she was begging’ me for more!

“Are you fuckin crazy?” I started.

“Pleeessseeee! I… didn’t… make it… yet.” She said this with all the conviction of a child asking for a favour for the first time. And the girl I had raped as hard as I possibly could finally cracked open my heart. I didn’t know what I could possibly do for her. There wasn’t more rape in me and I wasn’t even thinking about roughing her up, not even for her own pleasure! She solved the conundrum without words.

Desiree relaxed her arched body and went totally limp under me. I was far too tired to suspect a trick although this is exactly what I should have expected. I just let go of her hands and she released my hips, allowing me to slip from inside her. She smiled ever so slightly and pushed on my chest while sitting up. I let her and we sat face-to-face on the sweat-drenched bedding. Then Desiree moved, slowly, to her knees and guided me onto my back where I had raped her. Moving over me, she pinned my hands in exactly the same manner I had pinned hers. And, with her free hand, she reached between our legs and guided my still soaked pussy over my still rock-hard cock. As we came together and I felt her now familiar lips, Desiree looked up from the imminent penetration, removed her hand, and slapped my face so hard it rattled my teeth while dropping her entire weight onto my lower body, slamming my cock into herself harder than I had slammed it into her. The return of the “shocked gasp” was quickly followed by rage morphing into fury. I hissed “You fucking CUNT!” at Desiree and used my superior masculine strength to break free of her grip on my hands only to scream like a child when it tore at my hair: her fingers had gripped both my wrists and my medium length hair just as I had gripped hers but she wasn’t stupid enough to try to pull away! The pain brought tears to my eyes and I was still trying to recover when I heard Desiree whisper,

“Now, fuck YOU, you worthless piece of shit!"

With that, Desiree rode me like I was a bull in a rodeo. And that was exactly what it was like! She bounced up and down on my cock with all her weight, ramming it home again and again - all the while, slapping, punching, scratching, pinching and spitting on me. She raped me with the fury I had raped her but her passion for violence exceeded anything I could have dreamed up in my worst nightmares. I was bruised within seconds and I wasn’t even able to buck her off after she pummeled by guts hard enough to knock the wind out of me.

Surprise, surprise: Desiree fucked me/herself to the point where I was feeling her moisture increase dramatically. In fact, I was seriously drenched from her even as I realized that my elusive orgasm was upon me. I don’t know who screamed or who didn’t but I came so hard I almost passed out while she came hard enough to almost simulate convulsions. Wave after wave of spasms coursed through us both: as one would subside, the other’s who peak bringing the first back to the fore. For longer than I was conscious of, we came and came, flooding each other with all the sex with could pump from our bodies.

Desiree fell forward and lay upon my chest, breathing hard and fast, head beside mine. In my weakened state, I couldn’t even lift an arm, much less her luscious body off me. We lay like that until we both fell asleep.

It was still dark when I awoke, Desiree still asleep beside me. I looked at her that way for a long while, thinking about what I had done to her and what she had done to me. I moved her gently to a spot with relatively less wetness under her, leaving her legs spread enough for me to get a long, loving look at the first pussy I had raped in my life – the first girl who dared to dream of raping me.

Gathering my clothes, I looked around the room a bit more and saw what I was looking for. After I dressed, I went to her open window to look at the place where I had first gazed upon Desiree’s room. And smiling, I let the note tucked into the window’s sash:

“Sleep with this window open from now on, Desiree”.

Peace.

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Several years ago, I went up to open our summer cottage. My husband had to work Friday and was coming up the following day. My husbands brother Dave, his son Jeremy and a friend of his Joey came up with me to help. Friday night after we ate pizza and sat around talking for awhile, there was a knock at the door. There were two men there that said their car had broken down and asked to use the phone. There were not many people up there yet so I obliged them.

While one of them used the phone the other suddenly started yelling at us to hand over our money and jewellery. The other guy dropped the phone and proceeded to collect everything. He was waving around a pretty large handgun. He then told us he didn’t want any body to try anything or to follow them. He told us all to take our clothes off and put them all in a pillow case.

I hesitated for a minute in shock and the other guy grabbed the front of my blouse and ripped it open exposing my little black lace bra saying
"don’t be shy now".

I pleaded with him not to do this, take anything you like I said. We were all standing there in our underwear, the man repeated "everything".

I was totally terrified but also embarrassed. In my 28 years I had never been naked in front of anyone but my partner and here I was stripping in front of 5 men including my brother-in-law and nephew. Reluctantly I undid my bra revealing my ample 36c breasts to everyone and slid my skimpy lace panties down off my legs. I glanced towards my nephew who couldn’t help take up an eyeful.

One man shouted "look at this little pussy, as bare as the day she was born".

I had just shaved in case I wanted to lay out this weekend in my bikini. I was mortified that he announced it to everyone. I couldn’t even look up as I’m sure everyone had gotten a good look. The larger black man undid the front of his pants and pulled out his already half aroused cock and told me to suck on it. I begged him to take me in the other room or let the others go.

I was so scared of what was about to happen I thought I would pass out. He pushed me down on the kitchen table and forced him self between my legs. The other guy had the gun pointed at my head and said I had better just lay there and take it like a lady. His cock poked at my pussy until the head parted my lips and he pushed his way in. He yelled out how tight my pussy was as he raped me right there in front of everyone.

Suddenly he stopped and said "look at that, I think the boy wants some too".

I averted my eyes to my nephew standing there with his cock fully erect, much bigger than the intruder. The man yelled at Jeremy to get over here and fuck this. Dave stepped in to protest and was backhanded in the face.

Jeremy walked to me, his 10 inch cock bouncing. As he entered me he whispered "I’m really sorry". I thought how could an 18 years have a cock so large. My pussy stretched as he entered me. The man said don’t pull out until you cum. Jeremy started to pump with deep hard strokes. He sighed loudly as his cock swelled telling me he was about to cum. I just closed my eyes. His cum shot into me with such force I gasped. He continued to fuck me like he was enjoying it, his cum now was overflowing my pussy running outside.

Ok daddy your next the man said. Dave’s cock was now hard as well and almost as big as his sons. Dave raped me slowly at first think it would minimize the trauma but no matter. Dave pulled out as he started to cum. The man hit him with the gun and he pushed back inside me to pump out the rest of his load.

I wondered how I would ever explain this or even face they others the next day as each of the men were forced to fuck me. The black man flipped me over and forced his cock into my ass and emptied his load in my virgin ass. When the two men left we all agreed not to talk about this or report it as it would be very hard to prove anything and would surly cause many more problems.

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I had just got off work and I was exhausted, at least my mind was, though my body was still very much awake. I hated working the night shift at the club, it always screwed up my inner clock and now I had to deal with it. At least I didn’t have to close the place though. It was around midnight so I still had plenty of time to unwind at bar closer to home. If I was lucky enough, I could find someone to help me relax.

That thought sent a tingle through me. It had been days since anyone has touched me. My boyfriend, was out of town again, working. He’d already been gone three days and he wasn’t sure when he’d be back, another day or two at the most. It never sounds like a long time to be apart, but when it happens it feels like an eternity. We’ve always had a great sex life so when there isn’t any, I go a bit stir crazy after a couple of days. This was one of those nights that I needed some satisfaction or I’d never get any sleep.

I walked out of the club and headed towards my car. Looked around the lot for a minute to see if anyone was around, a habit I learned from Jeff, always be aware of your surroundings. Better safe than sorry. I didn’t see anyone in the lot. Next, I looked into the car before unlocking the door, nothing. Everything was fine so I unlocked the door, got in, started the engine and locked the doors.

Sitting there I was debating as to where to go; which watering hole I was going to check out. There were a couple places to chose from that were close to my apartment, and I wasn’t sure which one I would have better luck at. The more I thought about it, the worse it got, I felt another tingle pass between my legs and I knew that I had to go looking. I started to drive in the direction of home, knowing that I would make up my mind on the way and just stop at one of the local bars.

I had only been driving about ten minutes or so when I saw flashing strobe lights behind me. I couldn’t believe that the police was stopping me. I didn’t do anything wrong, not that I could think of anyway. I just got off work, so I hadn’t been drinking. They must be doing random checks tonight or something. Without hesitating I pulled over off the main road on to a side street, shut off the car and started to look for my license and all the paperwork that they always ask for. Among the other things I’ve learned from Jeff, one was, “don’t piss off a cop, always be polite and just do what they tell you, everything works much better that way.” I rolled down the window and waited for the officer to get to me. It seemed to take forever. I was trying to see the car through the rearview mirror, but all I could see was headlights, a spotlight and flashing strobes. Finally a figure emerged from the driver’s side and started walking toward my car.

The officer shone a flashlight in my face, almost blinding me and asked me for my documents. I handed them over before I registered that the voice I heard was from a woman. A female cop, rare around here. I don’t think that I’d ever seen one working this area at night. No matter though, still a police officer, still go through the routine.

She asked me where I was and if I’d been drinking at all? I answered her honestly and she handed me back my paperwork, telling me that one of my parking lights was out and that’s why she had stopped me. With a sigh of relief, I thanked her and told her that I’d get that fixed first thing in the morning; I had no idea it was out. She stood there for a minute and flashed her light in my face again; I squinted against the bright light, it almost hurt it was so bright. That’s when she told me to get out of the car.

I was baffled as to why but I stepped out of the car as told. Once I was out, I could see her better since she wasn’t shining her Maglite in my face anymore. She had blonde hair, but, tucked under her hat, I couldn’t see how long or short it was. We had pretty close to the same stature; 5’7”, slim build, but her breasts were somewhere around a 36b, much larger than I was, and I noticed her name tag said Brooke. I couldn’t see her eyes very well as it was dark out and the hat that she wore shadowed her face too much, but from what I could see, she was an attractive woman all in all. Almost a model type, and it seemed odd to see her as a police officer.

She told me to stay against the car and she walked back to her patrol car. She learned into the driver’s window and was talking to another officer in the passenger seat. I looked over at the car and tried to make out the other officer, but the headlights were too bright and all I could see was a shadow. Still not knowing what was going on, I was a bit nervous about the whole thing, why hadn’t she let me go yet if all I had was a burned out parking light? It made no sense to me, but I stood and waited for her to come back.

She was done talking to the other officer and walked back over to me. Told me that they couldn’t let me drive my car home at night with the burned out light, it was too dangerous. I was about to protest, when she told me that they would give me a ride home instead and I could retrieve the car in the morning. Driving during the daytime wouldn’t be as hazardous and I could then get it to a shop to have it fixed. I was thinking, what kind of bullshit is this and started to shake my head, there goes my whole night, so much for getting any satisfaction tonight.

As we walked back to the patrol car, the other officer got out and walked over to the driver’s side, getting behind the wheel. Brooke lead me to the passenger side of the car and before opening the backdoor, she told me that she need to frisk me first, just to make sure that I wasn’t carrying any weapons or anything, standard procedure she called it, even though I wasn’t under arrest. I looked down at my clothes and thought, where the hell would I hide anything? All I had on was a short skirt, a thong, a thin button down blouse and heels. I rolled my eyes, shook my head and turned around so my back was to Brooke. I placed my hands on the top of the car and spread my legs a bit so she could do her frisking.

She started at my shoulders and quickly worked her way up my arms, firm but gentle, being sure to feel every part. It almost felt like a massage and I was actually enjoying it. Brooke then put her hands in my armpits and started to work her way down the sides of my body, it had been so long since I had anyone’s hands on me that I almost had to gasp for air, just her touch alone was almost enough to get me wet. She worked her way down my hips and then my legs, she seemed to be moving rather slowly now, but I was enjoying every second so I didn’t say a word. Then I felt her hands on my butt, it almost seemed like she was groping it, or maybe it was me wishing she was. I had no control over my body, it was reacting however it wanted to and a hot wave ran over me. Brooke then continued up my back and back to my shoulders, she stopped there, grabbed my right wrist twisted my arm back and slapped a cuff on it, then grabbed the other one and did the same. She then told me to turn around.

I thought that I would fall over, my legs seemed to be a bit weak now, but I slowly turned around and was standing there facing her now. I was breathing a bit heavy but was trying to hide it; I asked why I was cuffed. Brooke laughed and told me she wasn’t done just yet she still needed to do the front and it was safer if I was cuffed, for her that is. I thought that I was going to pass out, the thought that she was going to keep touching me and now on the front side of my body. I was helpless and even though I was restrained, my body was still starting to quiver.

Brooke started at the shoulders again and worked her way down my arms this time, being sure that she hadn’t missed anything the last time. She brought her hands back up to my chest and slowly ran them over my breasts. I closed my eyes and started to breath heavier, embarrassed, knowing that my nipples were getting harder every time that she touched me. I was sure that she must be able to feel them through my thin blouse. I didn’t want to look at her while she continued to frisk me, she seemed to ignore my reaction and just kept doing her job, in a way I was relieved yet still disappointed. Brook ran her hands down my legs, up my inner thigh and right between my legs, I thought I was going to fall over, my legs were having a hard time holding my weight now, my entire body was on fire and I couldn’t stop it.

Just when I thought that it was all over I felt her hands on my breasts again, slowly gliding over them but this time she stopped and squeezed a bit before continuing. I gasped and kept my eyes closed not knowing what to do or how to react I froze. Maybe I was imagining it, wanting it so bad that my fantasy was taking me over. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Brooke, she was smiling and staring at my chest. Then she placed her hand over my breasts again and started to tease the nipples with her fingers until I groaned and thought I’d explode. She learned over and put her mouth next to my ear, she was breathing heavy too, almost as much as I was. She flicked her tongue on my lobe for a minute and then whispered to me that she was going to enjoy every minute of this.

I couldn’t believe it, my mind was racing and my body was shaking overwhelmed in something that I had never encountered before. Brooke continued to suck on my earlobe and then slowly started to undo my blouse. She kissed and sucked her way down my neck and across my throat, while cupping my breasts in her hands. Sliding down my chest until her mouth was just inches away from my nipple. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter every second; the anticipation alone was killing me. She looked up at me and smiled, licking every part that she could around my nipple, then slowly she flicked her tongue across it. My nipples were so hard by now they almost hurt, she took the right one in her mouth and started to suck on it, while rolling the other nipple between her fingers. She teased and licked, making me squirms harder and harder, groaning so loud that I thought I would wake up the town. Then I heard a noise next to me, I looked over and there was the other officer staring at us.

Brooke never stopped, she just continued to drive me insane with pleasure, and she was enjoying every minute of it, watching me squirm.
The other officer came closer and I was trying to make out the face, then I saw, it was another female. She was shorter and had darker hair, but still quite pretty with a small build. I thought that we’d be in trouble, but when I got a better look, I could she that she was grinning and was actually rubbing her own crotch. Brooke finally stopped and looked at her they both had a wild look in their eyes. They took me down to a clearing just off the road and laid me on the grass on my back, still cuffed, I couldn’t do anything to stop them, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to. I heard Brooke call the other officer “Taylor”, and they seemed to communicate to each other without speaking much at all.

I was lying there stunned, nervous, excited, not knowing what was going on, what was about to happen. The thought of being raped by two women was almost enough to make me come right then and there.

I looked up and saw that Brooke and Taylor were kissing while they were undressing each other, slowly playing with each others breasts, getting the nipples harder and moaning with pleasure. They both stopped playing and continued to undress, and then they turned to look at me. I must have looked like a scared caged animal or something because they both started to laugh a bit, and look at each other.

When they came over to me they knelt down in the grass on either side of me, both of them put there hands on me and started to rub me all over, playing with my breasts and tweaking my nipples every once in a while to keep them hard. Brooke moved down to my legs and lifted up my skirt exposing my black lace thong that was already drenched from my own juices. She glided her hands under the material and started to pull the thong down my legs until she had gotten it off of me completely. Taylor sat back and watched Brooke, a while still playing with my nipples. When Brooke was done she came back up to my chest and place her mouth on my right breast, slowly teasing and sucking the nipple, flicking her tongue across it. Taylor then followed suit with the left breast, two mouths on both nipples were almost enough to make me scream from the extreme pleasure of it all. My eyes were closed and my body was shaking so much that I thought I was going to have an orgasm, the intense pleasure was almost too much to handle.

I felt a hand wander down my body while both of the officers were still sucking and biting my nipples. I was so wet by now that when the hand reached my crotch I heard one of the officer’s moans. Brooke was breathing heavy and started to kiss and lick her way down my body, across my stomach and right between my legs. Taylor continued licking my breast and starting to tease the other with her hand, rolling the nipple between her fingers. Brooke got between my legs and spread them as far as she could, she started to kiss my inner thigh and slowly ran a finger up the lips of my opening covering it with my juices. This drove her into frenzy and she couldn’t control herself any longer, she brought her mouth up to the opening and started to lick every part around my clit.

She inserted a finger into me and I groaned, just wanting more and more, never wanting any of these pleasures to stop. Taylor raised her head from my breast and placed her mouth over mine, darting her tongue deep into me, her breath hot, and her kiss firm yet passionate. Her fingers still rolling over my nipples driving me wild. Brooke was pumping her finger in and out of me all the while licking the lips to my opening, trying to get every last drop of wetness that I had. Her tongue flicking over me in ways that I had never felt or imagined before, then she placed her lips over my clit and started sucking it. I thought I was going to explode, my body was shaking uncontrollably.

Taylor place her mouth over my right breast and started to trace circles with her tongue around the nipple, when I started to moan louder she nibbled at the nipple and pulled it with her teeth, gently but firmly, causing my body to react with hot waves of pleasure searing through me. Brooke started to suck a bit harder on my clit and now placed another finger into me, pumping me with two instead of just one. She then removed one of the fingers and started to trace around my anus, slowly pushing against it, until, with some work, the finger slid in . I was squirming with more pleasure than I could have ever imagined and I knew that I was about to explode with the most intense orgasm that I could ever have.

Taylor and Brooke seemed to pick up on my body’s reaction and start to lick and suck harder, Brooke still pumping a finger in both my holes but faster and harder now. Taylor biting my nipple and twisting the other with her fingers. I was moaning so loud now I was sure that anyone within a mile would hear me, but I didn’t care. I felt it coming, deep within me, a shockwave of pleasure so big it was almost frightening, I screamed and my whole body started to buck and writhe in pleasure, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me. Brooke and Taylor didn’t stop until my body started to clam down, once I had exploded I floated back down to reality and lay there with a smile on my face, still wondering if it was all a dream. I opened my eyes and saw Taylor and Brooke looking down on me, they kissed me, helped me to my feet and took the handcuffs off. We all got dressed and they told me that I could go home now in my own car.

I stood there dazed, looking at them and was about to ask them what happened, when Brooke piped up and said “Happy Valentine’s Day. Jeff wanted you to know that he was thinking about you even though he’s not here”.

I sighed and smiled, thanked them both, got into my car and went home. I had the best sleep that night.

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Created by: T. A. Latsch

I try not to plan ahead to much, they only last until someone comes along who isn’t in on it. Being prepared is good, though. I usually carry enough to handle any thing, but it get’s heavy, so I don’t always have it on me.

I don’t carry much around in the summer, so a couple months ago, I didn’t have anything but what I usually have in my pants. Wouldn’t you know, that’s when the perfect chance came up. I was walking around at night, don’t ask me why she was. I do it all the time, but then, I don’t look like her.
She could’ve been a model, probably was for all I know. Her skinny legs looked too weak to support her, and her body looked almost too long for them. Her face was pretty, out in front of long straight blonde hair tied back out of it.
Now, I’ve been called a sociopath by experts. They always say I got "Poor impulse control". At least I had enough to look around before I got to her. There wasn’t a car in sight, no headlights around the corner, or hiss of tires on blacktop.
We where crossing this creak on a hill, so the side of the road just sort of dropped off. There was a big metal guard to keep cars on the road, but the sidewalk was on the other side of it. Down the hill, I saw lots of brambles, but she cleared a bunch of them when she rolled down.
I was right after her, made it in two jumps. She tried to get up, but I pushed her down into the ground, and put my hand to the back of her head to keep her from screaming. She pounded the ground like a little kid, but couldn’t do anything else with my weight on her back.
I heard a car coming, so I held her, and looked up to see it. I couldn’t even see the guard, just lights flashing over the trees. She struggled, and squealed, but the driver didn’t seem to hear it. It kept going, and went around the corner.
I had a bandana in my pocket, so I used that to gag her. A knot tied in the middle worked all right as a ball, and I forced it into her mouth. She had a belt on, one of those braided ones you can stick the buckle in anywhere. When I rolled her to get it, she panted wide eyed up at me. Her cute little tits moved under her tee shirt with her chest.
I pulled out her belt first, tied her hands together with it, then ripped open her shirt. She had this cute tan lacey bra on, but barely filled it out. I could easily slip a hand under the cup, and feel the soft warm skin she had under it. She moaned, and twisted, so I gave the nip a little tweak to show her who the boss was.
She kicked, and swung her hands at me, so I had to roll her back over. This time I reached for my belt, thick broad solid leather with two D rings for the buckle. After stripping off her short little jogger shorts, I caught her ankles, and pulled my belt tight around them.
Then, I grabbed her belt, and pulled her arms back over her head. The two ends went through each other’s buckles, and I slowly pulled them together. She bent like a bow, her thighs, and shoulders coming off the ground until the buckles nearly met behind her back. She was helpless now, unable to even close her legs without pulling her arms out of their sockets.
While I was back there, I undid her bra, and yanked off her matching panties. She was naked now, except for the two belts. I rolled her over one more time, set her up like an arch in front of me.
Tied like that, she looked even better. Her flat tummy was stretched out, and her tits spread out from being bent like that. It also raised her hips, her crotch stood out in the middle ripe for the taking.
I saw she wasn’t really a blonde, but she had her brown hair trimmed to a nice Mohawk. It really made her bare lips look lovely, so I didn’t pay much mind. She moaned weakly when I started stroking her. A couple fingers slipped between her lips, and I could feel her warmth.

I had no doubt that she wasn’t aroused, but her sweat had moistened it a bit. I still had to use a little force to slip into her. She gasped, and I finished undoing my pants as I bent to taste her. Sure enough, I tasted only the salt of her sweaty without a hint of tangy lust.
I never cared for the dry fuck, it tends to chafe. Saliva makes a stand up water based lube though, so I spat into her until I was dry. By then, my erection was safely wrapped, so I rose to get my prize. She still resolutely refused to bloom, but I didn’t care. This was all about my pleasure, not her’s so fuck her.
She looked so beautiful, bent back like that. I savored it as I gently entered her. Besides the major discomforts of her position, and mine inside her, I saw she’d picked up a lot of scratches from the thorns. I had a couple pokes through the clothes, but only my head, and hands where bare enough to get slashed. She, on the other hand was bleeding slowly from several shallow wounds. The blood sickened her like nothing else can, and only made her more attractive to me.
She was still quite tight despite my manipulations, but at least she was moist enough. Even through the bandana, she still made some noise. She just couldn’t enunciate, so all I got from her was muffled squeals, and moans.
I reached up, and grabbed her chest for purchase. They where the perfect handful, so I could really stuff it into her. She slipped around my cock so nicely I knew I couldn’t last very long. I even slowed down to drag it out. That just made me fuck harder until her hip bones jabbed me in the pelvis.
Fuck it, I thought, no pain, no gain. It was worth the minor bruises for the sensation of raping her. She hated it, I knew she just wanted it to be over, but I would’ve loved going all night. All things must end though, so I felt a twinge of sadness as my balls clutched.
I couldn’t resist a final degradation, though. I had plenty of warning before the first shot to withdraw, and yank off the prophylactic. It was so hard just keeping my eyes open, but worth the effort. I had to see the thick white shots arc over her body, and paint it.
The first hit her belly, and ran down toward her ragged crotch. I aimed the next higher, and it went right between her tits. She turned her head, but still got it across the cheek. A slight correction, and I finally hit the target. My aim got better as the pressure lessened until the last of it ran down my knuckles.

That done, I pulled her up to her knees to see my work. I walked around her, studying as I tucked myself back in. It was a lovely sight, a naked, bound woman kneeling, and covered with her blood, and my jism. I ran slowly down her skin, and left tracks across it. From behind, I undid my belt, but left hers on. Strapping it back on, I pulled her up by her hair, and guided her to the creek.
She was silent, probably from the shock of what’d just happened. The pain, and shame, and fear worked together, making her docile, and pliant. I just guided her, unresisting to the water’s edge, and kicked her in.
It was only deep enough to splash in. She had no trouble getting up, or even free, but I was already across the road, and running through the woods before she was able to let out a scream. With any luck, the water washed off my residue, and I’d be long before she managed to flag someone down.
I chuckled to myself as I fled. I know what I’d do if a naked hysterical woman flagged me down on a dark deserted suburban road. I suspect her night had only just started.

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I’ve always loved showing my pussy off, it turns me on so much that my cunt actually starts dripping with juice. When I was at school I started off by flashing my underwear at the boys. One day I was in a corner of the school field with my skirt up as usual, when suddenly one of our teachers came along. He told the gang of boys to get lost and took me to his office for a lecture. He asked me why I did it, I told him it felt nice. Well, he didn’t tell my parents thank god!

On the very last day of school he saw me walking home and stopped his car and offered me a ride. Well, you can guess what happened, we took a detour to his house. On the way he asked me if I still showed my underwear to the boys and I said yes.

"How about showing me what’s underneath?" he asked.

I didn’t say anything because I was really turned on. When we got there he walked into the living room and sat down. I followed him in and stood in front of him. Giggling I took off my uniform until I just had my bra and knickers on. He watched me pull undo my bra, then he reached out and roughly handled my breasts one by one. I was paralysed with pleasure, it felt so good.

He dughis fingers through my knickers into my cunt and said "Let’s have a good look then."

I pulled my knickers down, my 36C breasts hanging in front of me. Again he reached out and grabbed them. I stood up straight with my legs slightly apart, so he could see into my pussy a little. I could see his cock getting really hard through his trousers which just made me more turned on. I turned around and bent over so he could get a good look. From the noises he made I knew I had made him cum.

Just then we heard a car pull into the drive. His stupid wife had come home early, fucking bitch. I quickly pulled my dress over my head and put my shoes on, then grabbed my stuff and headed out the back.

Well, I was so fucking hot now I just couldn’t stop myself. Walking through the park and on the bus home I showed my pussy to nearly every guy I saw. Later that evening I went to an end "of" school party at a friends house. Very boring, the boys at the party looked so immature to me now. I went up the stairs to my friend’s older brother’s room. He looked up uninterestedly as I slipped into his room onto his bed.

Then he suddenly said "Your that girl everyone talks about, always showing your knickers.

"I’ll show you more if you want, I replied, hitching up my skirt.

I pulled off my knickers and oooohhhhhh"h"h"h that great feeling came over me as I sat with my legs as wide apart as possible. Once he had picked his jaw up off the ground he pushed me backwards roughly and jammed his fingers right up my cunt. WOW! In out in out in out until I thought I would scream.

He had just yanked my t-shirt up when my bloody friend banged on the door to see if I was in there. Her brother yelled at her to fuck off, but it was too late, I was bored now. I didn’t put my knickers back on because they were all wet, and I went downstairs. Sitting there in the kitchen was my friend’s dad. He turned around to face me and guess what!! It was one of the men I had shown my pussy to earlier on!

He turned to his wife and said he was going down the pub because the music was too loud. I followed him outside, careful not to let anyone see me. As I slide into the passenger seat of his car he said:

"You’re a right little slut aren’t you?"

I just smiled, feeling the blood rush to my cunt again. I lifted up my t-shirt to show my tits to him.

He started the engine and told me:" You’re a fucking slut, while smiling.

We didn’t go to the pub (duh!) instead we went to another house which turned out to belong to one of his friends. The friend greeted us and took us into the living room.

"So who’s this?" he asked.

"This bitch is dieing for a fuck, replied my friend’s father.

I started rubbing my clit through my skirt while they stood and watched. I pulled my t-shirt off and sat back on the sofa, watching them getting more and more excited. I moved my hand under my skirt and into my pussy, rubbing harder and harder as I got more and more juicy. The friend’s father suddenly undid his fly and came in my face. Cum dripped down onto my tits and skirt.

"She loves it!" exclaimed the other guy. He went into the hall and started ringing people.

About 10 minutes  later the doorbell went, and in came another 3 guys. I was still on the sofa with my tits out, sharing a drink with the friend’s father while he played with my nipples. When the other men came into the room I sat up and reached for my t-shirt, as I started feeling a bit intimidated with so many guys.

"Too late to change your mind now bitch!", said the friend’s father as he pulled me to my feet.

He turned me around and grabbed my hair. My hands flew up to try and loosen his grip, which gave everyone a good view of my tits. They gave a loud yell as he spun me around letting everyone see and touch them.

Now I felt weird. Scared yet horny too. He pulled me out of the room and up the stairs. The others ran up behind us talking excitedly and laughing. The friend’s father threw me onto the bed while the others crowded around. He pulled off my skirt and held my legs apart, exposing my cunt to everyone. They all cheered as he did this while someone else held down my wrists.

"Look how red her clit is!"

"She’s a fucking slut, she wants it!"

"Look at her pussy! Look at it!"

I could feel hands grabbing my tits and cunt, hard cocks rubbing against me. I was so horny!!!!

"Go on, fuck her pussy! Shove it in there! Do it! Do it! Do it!"

They all started yelling and someone flipped me over. They made me go onto all fours like a dog, with my bottom stuck out as far as possible to show them my cunt. They all whooped when I did this and all moved so that they could get a good look. No need to hold me down now as I ached for someone to slam their huge hard dick into me, over and over again.

Finally someone put me out of my misery, and I felt this massive cock ram into my wet cunt as the group gave a big cheer. Over and over again they fought to put their dicks into my cunt, my tits swinging and bouncing as they raped me hard and true. After what seemed like hours I turned over onto my back. They didn’t seem tired at all, in fact they wanted more!

I pulled my legs apart and held my cunt lips open to show them as much as possible. I couldn’t seem to open my pussy enough, even lifting my hips up and digging my fingers right in. Well, off they went again, this time the ones waiting in line could cum all over my face and tits too. One of them slapped me in the face which made them all laugh and cheer. One of them pulled me over onto the end of the bed and began slapping my bottom, pulling my legs apart so that someone else could screw me hard. They pulled me to my feet and rubbed themselves against me some more.

I got so damn horny I couldn’t help touching myself. I grabbed my tits and cunt and displayed myself to them as they pushed me back and forth between themselves, giving me the odd slap on the bottom or face.

As the night drew to a close they drifted off home, with the friend’s father giving me a lift.

"Nice show, slut. I’ll look forward to the next time", he said as I got out of the car.

I sneaked inside my house, careful not to wake my parents as it was way past 3:00 am. I showered the cum off myself and got into bed. As I fell into a deep sleep I gently stroked my clit, remembering the feeling of exposing my cunt to all those men.

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