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Hi guys, this is for all of the people who’ve asked me to write more on these two; I hope you like it. They’re not completely the same people (well, Sasha is still very much Sasha, but Suzanne is a lot younger and a lot less confident in herself) but it’s something that’s been bugging me for a while and I wanted to see how it would play out. Please let me know what you think!Sasha stood off to the side of the soldiers, silentlyscanning the groups of people around him. He wasn’t looking for anyone inparticular, but his eyes settled on a lone figure and suddenly the hairs on theback of his neck stood on end. On the surface, the girl was unremarkable andthe soldiers certainly hadn’t taken any notice of her; however Sasha hadlittle regard for their abilities anyway.

From a distance it appeared that she was dressed plainly,with no visible jewellery or other valuables. She was wearing a flowingred-brown skirt and a sturdy looking pair of boots, and a long, dark grey coatin an attempt to keep warm in the snow. Her hair was loose, almost as if she weretrying to hide her face beneath the chocolate brown strands, but she was stillshivering in the cold.

She was definitely not a native, the shivering was a clue tothat. It was rather a mild day by their normal standards and the sun wasshining weakly through the clouds. Sasha moved a little closer to get a betterlook at the girl, but not so close as to alert her of his attention. On closerinspection her coat seemed like it was designed for form rather than function,as were the boots. Definitely an expensive Western designer of some sort. What was she doing here?

Suzanne was shivering, partly due to the ridiculous cold(even with her warmest coat on), and partly due to fear. She couldn’t believeher bad luck that a hoard of soldiers would turn up and start searching peoplejust when she had been about to leave. She was pretty sure she didn’t haveanything to hide that they could find, but it didn’t matter; she’d heardstories. Thankfully, though, it seemed like the soldiers hadn’t noticed herand she was going to be able to slip away unnoticed.

Or maybe not. She gasped in fright as she noticed one ofthe men walking straight towards her. He wasn’t in uniform but he had arrivedwith the soldiers, and something about the expression on his face told her thatit wasn’t a good thing that he seemed to be taking an interest in her. Perhapsit was the rifle strapped to his back that worried her, or the nasty lookinghandgun that he was carrying pointed at the ground. Oh, god.

Suzanne tried not to look terrified as the man stalkedtowards her, but it wasn’t so easy. He certainly didn’t look very friendly. The words “hard as nails” and “evil incarnate” quickly sprang to mind, althoughhe wasn’t unattractive like most of the men around her. He slowed to a haltabout 10 feet in front of her, motioned to her with his gun for her to come tohim. She didn’t move. He started speaking to her in his language, and herheart started pounding wildly. She was pretty sure he wanted her to go over tohim, but she couldn’t get her legs to work.

He looked unamused. He continued his advancement on her,growled angrily as she started backing away, eyes darting about for any hope ofa means of escape. No chance. Suzanne yelped as he reached out and grabbedher by the hair, his gun coming to rest at the bottom of her jaw, none too gently. She froze, her hands instinctively coming up to try to push him away but notdaring to touch him.

The man didn’t say anything for a while as he stood holdinghis fistful of poker straight hair. He seemed to be studying her face,enjoying her look of panic as he pressed the muzzle of his gun into herthroat. He was tall, a part of her brain noticed as he used the gun to tilther head back so that she had to look up into his eyes, and she didn’t darebreak his stare. His eyes were dark brown, and he had a scar over the left eyethat left an almost fetching gap through his eyebrow.

“You’re not from this country,” he said softly, letting thegun trail down to her collarbone. “What are you doing here?” Suzanne hadtrouble understanding what he meant; a few short lessons and a quick glance througha “Teach Yourself” book could only go so far, after all. Thankfully, she didremember how to say “I don’t understand.” She’d used it a lot. Read the rest of this entry »

I had been attracted to Ruben since the first time I met him. Something about the way his smirk played on his full lips, I suppose. I don’t really bother taking the time to figure out what exactly attracts me to certain men. I just enjoy the new cock to tease. Except, I’m not really a cock tease. I’m a flirt. And a slut. Big difference.
 
I hadn’t really been able to do much flirting with him the night we met. My boyfriend was there (boy, he sure cramps my style) and I wasn’t sure of the relationship my friend had with him. As a matter of fact, it was some time later before I confessed my attraction to my friend. My friend knows me well. And apparently she knows him well too. She grinned wickedly and said she’d put us in touch. But not before she’d let both of us know what a surprisingly good match we were sexually. I learned that he liked to give it rough. Really rough. What luck! I like to take it rough. Really rough.
 
We began to email back and forth and chatted a bit on the phone. We were getting to the stage where we might set up a meeting when my friend called me and told me I’d hit a brick wall with him. Ruben had been waiting to hear about a promotion. It was almost a sure thing and then one day he heard that it might fall through. He’d spent much of the day thinking dirty thoughts of the things we could do together. But when he heard that the promotion might fall through, he prayed. He promised God that if he just got this promotion, he wouldn’t even screw around with me. And guess what? He got it. If I were a man, I’d call that a cock block. Dammit. But I’m not one to push someone to do something they don’t want to do, so I let it go, leaving the offer on the table. Read the rest of this entry »

Ever since we got married, I had put up with a lot. My wife, Lucy, was obsessive, controlling, short-tempered and stubborn, to name a few flaws. But I stuck with it because I loved her. I also, at this point, did not believe in divorce or adultery. Thus, I was quite shocked when I came home early one day to find my wife on her knees sucking a big black cock. She slurped as she pulled her mouth away to look at me, and jumped up, attempting to sputter an excuse. I stood dumbstruck for a moment, then simply turned and walked out. She didn’t follow. I can not explain my emotions at this point, for instead of feeling a perhaps natural rage and sadness, I simpy felt empty and cold. One would think that after being so faithful to Lucy despite the endless troubles it took to make the relationship work, and seeing her like that, I would be furious, and ready to go back and scream my lungs out. Instead, nothing.

As I checked into a motel roughly 2 hours later, the bitterness finally began to well up inside me. Eventually this turned to anger, and finally a burning desire for revenge. How could she do this and think she would get away with it? Automatically, my mind began formulating ideas and scenarios with which to get the bitch back. Sitting alone in my room, I decided the best and most…creative form of revenge would be a taste of her own medicine, as it were. Grabbing my keys, I drove to a nearby sex shop and made my preparations…

I knew Lucy would be at home when I knocked at the door a few days later. She had tried to phone me a couple times but I was inconsolable. She answered the door without checking who it was, and when I saw her, a brief moment of pity and hesitation overcame me. I looked up and down her body; she had always been beautiful, with black silky hair and olive skin to go with it. Not to mention her perfect perky breasts, which were all natural and yet full and round. She also had a real hourglass figure, with her curvaceous hips framing her amazing ass. Snapping me out of my daydream, she said simply “I’m sorry.” Another ten seconds passed, and I replied “You will be,” before pushing her roughly inside and slamming the door. I pulled out from behind my back a cloth soaked in chloroform, and shoved it over her face, ignoring her attempts to stop me. I received a scratch to my face, and a sore shin, but she was unconscious. I began to make my preparations. Read the rest of this entry »

Lord knows how long it ago the realty had put up the sign. I could barely make out a faded phone number and the name of the realty selling the property. Right next to the sign was a driveway, overgrown and neglected, that angled up through the hill.
Maybe I had time to explore a little more.
A few minutes later, the drive opened into a small parking lot, full of potholes and weeds, with a large old A frame style building stuck into a clump of trees set at it’s edge, just above the freeway, facing out over the ocean.

Another for sale sign was driven into the flower beds at the front of the building, with a small plastic box attached to the post, half full of mildewed paper flyers. I pulled a flyer from the box and walked around the front, reading. A photo of smiling Clem Jones, the real estate agent, stared out at me from the front of the page. Clem was literally gushing with nifty information about the building - he told me all about the square footage, the improvements previous tenants had made for business zoning, and heck, look at the view.
I was halfway around the place, fighting around some thorny old rose bushes, before good old Clem let me in on an important little secret.
The key to the place was in a little lockbox, right at the front door. And look buddy, here’s the combination. Go right ahead and have a look around.
Crazy how trusting folks out here in the sticks are.
Good old Clem was right on. I found the lockbox, bonked it around a bit to shake off the rust, found the keys, and walked inside to have that look around. The place had been an old surf shop, once. A counter ran the length of the back wall, next to a stairwell leading to a landing that wound around the front room. Another door led off into a backroom. A few moldy posters hung behind the counter area. Trash littered the floor. Thick beams supported the ceiling in the main room, with heavy, metal hooks driven into them at regular intervals. A couple old surf boards had been left behind, still attached to chains dangling from the ceiling hooks.
And Clem was right again. The front windows, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, had a great view of the ocean. I rubbed a little dirt and grime away with my hand, and peered out at the little beach cove across the highway.
I smiled. Perfect.

I followed the family in their blue Volvo for a few blocks and eased into the grocery store parking lot right behind them.
The side trip to the A Frame had taken longer than I thought, and I was hungry. It was almost noon, and my stomach was rumbling. The traffic this morning was brisk. The town was bigger than I’d thought it would be, and every church in town seemed to have let out at the same time. My van idled next to the Volvo at a stop light, and I watched the woman in the passenger seat clip coupons from a newspaper. She noticed me staring blankly her way. I gave her a little shake of the head and a smile. Silly me, all zoned out. She smiled back, agreeing with my goofiness. When the light turned green, I eased into the Volvo’s lane and followed it toward the golden arches down the road. Read the rest of this entry »

I had been attracted to Ruben since the first time I met him. Something about the way his smirk played on his full lips, I suppose. I don’t really bother taking the time to figure out what exactly attracts me to certain men. I just enjoy the new cock to tease. Except, I’m not really a cock tease. I’m a flirt. And a slut. Big difference.
 
I hadn’t really been able to do much flirting with him the night we met. My boyfriend was there (boy, he sure cramps my style) and I wasn’t sure of the relationship my friend had with him. As a matter of fact, it was some time later before I confessed my attraction to my friend. My friend knows me well. And apparently she knows him well too. She grinned wickedly and said she’d put us in touch. But not before she’d let both of us know what a surprisingly good match we were sexually. I learned that he liked to give it rough. Really rough. What luck! I like to take it rough. Really rough.
 
We began to email back and forth and chatted a bit on the phone. We were getting to the stage where we might set up a meeting when my friend called me and told me I’d hit a brick wall with him. Ruben had been waiting to hear about a promotion. It was almost a sure thing and then one day he heard that it might fall through. He’d spent much of the day thinking dirty thoughts of the things we could do together. But when he heard that the promotion might fall through, he prayed. He promised God that if he just got this promotion, he wouldn’t even screw around with me. And guess what? He got it. If I were a man, I’d call that a cock block. Dammit. But I’m not one to push someone to do something they don’t want to do, so I let it go, leaving the offer on the table.
 
It was some months later when my friend brought him with her to a BBQ. He’d brought her on his motorcycle and I was dying for a ride. So I got him to take me out for a spin. I enjoyed the feel of having my arms wrapped around him. There’s nothing like the sensation of having your body pressed closely to someone you’re attracted to, and we were pressed tight. As tightly as I could manage, actually. But I was good. He wasn’t making any flirtatious comments or movements of his own, and I wasn’t going to waste time flirting where I wasn’t wanted so I kept my hands to myself. The next day my friend told me that he’d half expected me to go for the ‘reach around’. I laughed. Expected… or hoped? Hmmmm. Read the rest of this entry »

**Author’s note** Hi guys, this is for all of the people who’ve asked me to write more on these two; I hope you like it. They’re not completely the same people (well, Sasha is still very much Sasha, but Suzanne is a lot younger and a lot less confident in herself) but it’s something that’s been bugging me for a while and I wanted to see how it would play out. Please let me know what you think! 

Sasha stood off to the side of the soldiers, silentlyscanning the groups of people around him. He wasn’t looking for anyone inparticular, but his eyes settled on a lone figure and suddenly the hairs on theback of his neck stood on end. On the surface, the girl was unremarkable andthe soldiers certainly hadn’t taken any notice of her; however Sasha hadlittle regard for their abilities anyway.

From a distance it appeared that she was dressed plainly,with no visible jewellery or other valuables. She was wearing a flowingred-brown skirt and a sturdy looking pair of boots, and a long, dark grey coatin an attempt to keep warm in the snow. Her hair was loose, almost as if she weretrying to hide her face beneath the chocolate brown strands, but she was stillshivering in the cold.

She was definitely not a native, the shivering was a clue tothat. It was rather a mild day by their normal standards and the sun wasshining weakly through the clouds. Sasha moved a little closer to get a betterlook at the girl, but not so close as to alert her of his attention. On closerinspection her coat seemed like it was designed for form rather than function,as were the boots. Definitely an expensive Western designer of some sort. What was she doing here?

Suzanne was shivering, partly due to the ridiculous cold(even with her warmest coat on), and partly due to fear. She couldn’t believeher bad luck that a hoard of soldiers would turn up and start searching peoplejust when she had been about to leave. She was pretty sure she didn’t haveanything to hide that they could find, but it didn’t matter; she’d heardstories. Thankfully, though, it seemed like the soldiers hadn’t noticed herand she was going to be able to slip away unnoticed.

Or maybe not. She gasped in fright as she noticed one ofthe men walking straight towards her. He wasn’t in uniform but he had arrivedwith the soldiers, and something about the expression on his face told her thatit wasn’t a good thing that he seemed to be taking an interest in her. Perhapsit was the rifle strapped to his back that worried her, or the nasty lookinghandgun that he was carrying pointed at the ground. Oh, god.

Suzanne tried not to look terrified as the man stalkedtowards her, but it wasn’t so easy. He certainly didn’t look very friendly. The words “hard as nails” and “evil incarnate” quickly sprang to mind, althoughhe wasn’t unattractive like most of the men around her. He slowed to a haltabout 10 feet in front of her, motioned to her with his gun for her to come tohim. She didn’t move. He started speaking to her in his language, and herheart started pounding wildly. She was pretty sure he wanted her to go over tohim, but she couldn’t get her legs to work. Read the rest of this entry »

I was raised in a small town population of approximately3500…All thru school there was a boy by the name of Earl who was simple and could’t learn very much and every teacher put with him for the school year and then passed him on to the next teacher..

Some of the boys teased him and made fun of him, but Earl would do anything for you. Earl was larger than all of the boys and I don’t think he knew how strong he was. There was some talk amongst the boys saying that Earl had a very large penis and also that he had been caught out at a farm screwing a mare..but that was just talk.

I liked him and felt sorry for him when the boys made fun of him and he would go behind the pool hall and cry…Earl had built sort of a hut in back of the pool hall and went there a lot as his father was mean to him.

I was promiscous when in High School but after I graduated from High School I went to business school for two years and then my parents got ill and needed someone to take care of them so I was still living at home… My promiscuous life came to an end after graduation and living at home I did not have the evenings to go out until after I got my mom and dad ready and into bed and that was usually after 9:00pm.

One day when I was at the grocery store I ran into one of my old class mates. His name was Glen and we had been close in school and we walked home from school a lot of afternoons and there were a few afternoons where we went to his house and had sex. He was the first and he was very gentle. He wanted me to go out with him as there was a party at one of his friends. I told him I would not be free until about 9:30pm.

Glen picked me up at 9:30pm and we drove to the party that had been going on for over and hour. As we walked up to the front door I saw Earl hiding over behind some bushes. I knew he was not invited but if there was something going on he would be around some place near.

Glen and I went into the party and someone handed Glen and me a drink and introduced us to a few of the people there. I am not a drinker but that drink tasted very good and I drank it fast and some one handed me another. I can’t remember how many drinks I had and told Glen I needed to go home as I was not feeling well. Glen sort of smiled and said you will be all right in a little while.

I started looking for a bedroom or some place I could lay down and some how I found a bedroom and laid down on the bed, my head was spinning, the next thing I can remember is coming to and Glen was on top of me holding my legs up and screwing me. The screwing felt good as it had been almost a year since I had been with a man. Glen asked me how I felt and I told him good and his penis felt so good pushing in and pulling out of my pussy I really didn’t want it to end, but after Glen had his climax and filled my pussy with his cum he pulled his cock out and handed me his handkerchief to wipe my self and then told me to get ready as he had a surprise for me. Read the rest of this entry »

I kept trying to get Earl off my mind but there was also these thoughts about his huge penis that kept coming from somewhere…

Every time I went to the grocery store I would run into Earl and he would motion to me that he wanted to talk to me and he would always ask when he could screw me again? I felt embarrassed talking to him, and wondered what people thought?

This one day when I got home from the grocery store I could feel my self getting wet between my legs…I had talked to Earl for a short while and he kept telling me that I was the best and on the way home I started thinking of how I could get away some evening.

I knew I would never go out with Glen again as he most likely would give me something to drink and then he and his friends would all screw me half the night while I was drugged. If I was going to get screwed I wanted to be able to feel and enjoy what was going on.

I thought and thought of a way to get away some evening after I got my parents to bed…I finally came up with an idea that I might tell my parents. I knew one of my girl friends from high school had come home for a visit. She got married right after we graduated. I would call her and talk to her and then tell my parents I was going to go see her after I got them to bed.

I went to the grocery store and sure enough there was Earl and he motioned for me to come talk to him. I walked over to him and he asked me the usual thing and I told him one of these evenings when I could get away.. I told him to watch the window shade in the kitchen and when it was pulled all the way to the bottom that meant that I would meet him in the alley.

The day was warm and I got my work finished early and after having lunch with my parents they both wanted to go to bed early. I got them to bed and pulled the shade in the kitchen all the way to the bottom and went and took a shower.

I wore an old skirt and a loose blouse and my sandles and no panites or bra. I put a small towel in my purse and went out the back door and out to the alley and there was Earl waiting for me.

I asked him where we were going and he said to his shack behind the pool hall and I told him that I would not go there, but there was Old man Cole’s barn and it was full of straw and there would be no one there. We kept to the back alleys so we could not be seen and slipped into a side door of the old barn.

It had been a long time since there had been any horses or cattle in this barn and there was just the smell of hay and straw. Earl pulled some bales together and made us a nice bed. I removed my blouse while Earl was pulling the bales togther. It felt good to not have a bra on. Earl looked at my bare breast and immediately undid his pants and let them fall aound his ankles. He was wearing no shorts and his big cock was about half hard.

I lay down on the bales and Earl laid down beside me. I took his big cock in both of my hands and started stroking it by moving my hand back and forth. It didn’t take long for Earl’s cock to get hard.

I was a little afraid but thought I could take care of Earl. I took Earl’s hand and put it down over my pussy and showed him how to move his fingers in and out of my pussy and also how to rub my clit. It took a little while for Earl to comprehend what I was telling him, but finally got his fingers working the right way and he got me turned on.

I let Earl work me up to almost a frenzie before I told him to get on top of me. I needed his big cock head in my now wet pussy. Earl got his big cock head in between the lips of my pussy and started to shove but I told him to stop and let me move my hips up to meet him. The head of Earl’s cock was so damn big that it took me a long time to work just the head of Earl’s cock in my pussy.

I lay still for a few minutes letting my pussy get used to his big cock head. Earl kept asking me if I was ready and I kept telling him no and for him to take it easy when I told him he could start moving his hips. Oh God he was big and it hurt a little but soon the pain left and my pussy got used to his huge size and he kept shoving in a little more every stroke.

I didn’t know if I could take the full length of his huge cock but I was going to give it a good try. Earl was screwing me slow and I was moving my hips up to meet his thrusts but was taking it easy as I didn’t want him to hurt me. I finally quit moving my hips up to meet him as my pussy felt very stretched and full and also I was starting to get the feeling of a climax starting. Oh god this is so good……..My climax hit me and I felt wonderful and raised my hips up let Earl shove all of his big cock in me and then he started having his climax and he filled my pussy full of his cum. Read the rest of this entry »

My name is Jessica and I’m a former member of the local volunteer fire department, the reason I’m a former member is because of differences with the fire chief, who just happens to be my husband. We would get together with other members of the department on Saturday nights and just kick back, drink a little beer and watch some movies.

This one particular Saturday night I started drinking a little more than usual and had a pretty good buzz when the guys started talking about what movies they should get from the local movie rental store and them being guys they were talking about renting some porno movies for the night but they couldn’t decide who should go get them, so I finally stepped up and said I would go rent them some movies. There was my husband Jason who at this point in our marriage I despise completely, a couple of friends of ours and fellow firefighters (Roger, Dan, Kevin and Lee) and our neighbor, Michael who lived across the street from us who is always hitting on me when im outside in the garden or going to the car whose advances I always avoided because he was a black man. None of these guys ever looked at me like a woman but as a comrade whom they trusted their lives with until this night. I’m a fairly attractive woman or so many men have told me so, I’m 5-8 138 lbs. 44d-22-30 with curly black hair. When I finally came back to the fire hall everyone was getting pretty rowdy and drinking to their hearts content so I popped a tape into the VCR and sat down with the guys to watch the movies and drink some more beer.

Well all the guys were getting pretty wasted after a while and I was feeling pretty good when Dan said that he wished there was some women around because the movie was getting him pretty horny and Michael said “We have a woman right here with us” and Jason replied “no I think Dan meant a real woman” which almost started an argument but I stepped up ripping my sweatshirt upwards saying “see I am a real woman” causing everyone’s jaws to drop to the floor and Michael broke out laughing saying “WOW I knew you had some nice boobs, would you mind if I had a closer look”. I looked over at my husband who just shrugged his shoulders like he was saying go ahead so I finished taking off my sweatshirt and bra and walked towards Michael and noticed a big bulge in his pants. When I got to him he reached up with his powerful hands and gently squeezed my big brown nipples. At this point all the attention was diverted from the movie to Michael and myself. He then sucked my right nipple into his mouth causing me to catch my breath. He then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down along with my panties and rubbed my wet pussy with his hand.

All I could think about was that bulge in his pants and had to see for myself because I had never seen any cock bigger than my husbands who is only about six inches and that’s being generous if you ask me. So I knelt down between his knees and unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge dick. I thought I was going to die when I saw it, it must have been nine inches soft and as wide as my fist. I couldn’t get my fingers around it so I grasped it with two hands and began kissing all over the head of it and running my tongue up and down the shaft of this enormous monster, I thought I was in heaven. Just then all I could hear was 6 zippers in unison going down and I looked up and saw six more erect cocks all pointed in my direction and coming towards me. My husband tried to push to the front saying “hey that’s my wife I get her first” and Michael said “you said there was no women here and that he should sit his sorry ass down” and that he had a plan for him after they were done taking care of me. Read the rest of this entry »

When my old job was “downsized” it took me a while to find a new, worthwhile, full-time position. In the meantime I hooked up with a temp agency, and bounced around from assignment to assignment. I was told that such work provided a valuable “networking” opportunity, which might lead to something interesting. I can’t argue with that.

On one job I found myself working out of the office occupied by Lou. He was about my age (early 30s) and very talkative. Most of his co-workers found him more than a little abrasive, but we got along okay, and he was never boring. He seemed to find me entertaining as well, and “not stuck up, like most college guys”.

He became especially inquisitive about my social life once he found out I hadn’t been in a steady relationship for over a year, and decided that I urgently needed to “get laid”. I couldn’t really argue, and while I was normally a bit shy with women, and took time to develop intimacy in relationships, I found the possibility of being set up with an “easy” date rather arousing. Even so, my imagination didn’t nearly prepare me for what was in store.

As the office closed one Friday, Lou asked if I had any plans for the weekend. “Of course not!” he agreed when I said no, and launched into his proposal. He and his girlfriend Jen were going to spend Saturday night at a cabin Jen’s brother owned in the mountains, and I was invited on a double date, along with Jen’s friend Lena. I stumbled a bit before accepting. “She’s fuckin’ seriously hot!” Lou clarified. “Then I’m in!” I replied, my heart quickening as I wondered what I was in for.

Lou was late picking me up Saturday morning, and I unceremoniously hopped in to the car for our long drive to the mountains. Lou matter-of-factly introduced the ladies as we drove. I recognized Jen from a picture Lou had shown me previously. She was 23, though she looked about 19. She was about 5′3″. had long, dark brown hair and eyes, and soft features a bit reminiscent of Jennifer Connoly (though with a smaller, about 34B chest). She had a down-to-earth, but extroverted manner to her that seemed quite compatible with Lou’s.

Lena, who shared the back seat, eyed me curiously for most of the trip, though in time I recognized that as her habitual expression. She was, as promised, “fuckin’ seriously hot”, and, I feared, a bit too aware of that fact. About 5′6″ and probably in her mid to late ’20s, she had short, sandy blond hair and green eyes. Her small but perfectly sculpted facial features were accentuated by light makeup that seemed professionally applied, the way only women from the south seem to be trained to do. A faint twang in her velvety voice confirmed my theory. Most of Lena and Jen’s attentions seemed to be devoted to catching up on news. The two had originally become close friends as summer camp counselors, but had lived in different states for years until Lena had moved to our area just a week before.

While Lena laughed at a few of my jokes, I didn’t really sense much chemistry developing on the long, cramped ride. Whatever Lou’s intentions for me might have been, I developed a strong case of junior prom- type butterflies at the thought of “making the first move”.

With heavy traffic, a stop for lunch, and more traffic, we only arrived at the cabin at dusk. I saw wires leading to it, which jibed with Lou’s assurances that it had full utilities. It did look beautiful amid the snow-covered trees as we approached. I helped Lena up the rough path from the parking area, and was rewarded with a few smiles for my trouble.

The cabin’s interior was nicely furnished, though not very large. A large sectional sofa faced the fireplace, and the mirrored opposite wall of the living area did its best to make the room seem larger. A few hours later a light dinner, some beer, and a roaring fire had improved our collective attitude after the long trip. I had even found the nerve to put an arm around Lena as we all sat on the sofa talking in the firelight. No one had discussed sleeping arrangements, however, and I didn’t think the place had more than two bedrooms. I pondered that issue for a while before I reached over to hold Lena’s hand, only to glance down and see that she had it between her legs, rubbing her crotch gently, while her other hand had its fingers interlaced with Jen’s.

Before I even knew what to think, Lou noticed the two looking into each other’s eyes, and spoke up. “I know you girls have a lot of catching up to do. Don’t feel you have to hold back on our account,” he chuckled salaciously.

Lena slipped from beneath my arm and embraced Jen, the two kissing passionately, hungrily. I’d never found lesbian scenes in movies particularly interesting, but the sight of these two women entwined, moaning sensuously as they kissed and explored one another, was powerfully arousing to me. I absent-mindedly stroked the constricting crotch of my jeans as the two slid off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of us, unfastening each other’s pants. Read the rest of this entry »

If all the stories posted on your site are true, a lot more girls have experienced gang bangs or trains than I would have thought.

I started college recently and sex seems to be the major topic in the dorm. Girls talk openly about their experiences and fantasies. I’ve met 4 girls who readily admit to having sex with numerous partners at the same time, and quite a few others who, if they haven’t done it, they know of a girl who has. Some of the gang bangs happened when the girls were drunk or stoned, but some were when the girls were fully conscious and willing. Several “gang bang virgins” have told me they intend to experience at least one gang bang or train before they graduate.

I was conscious and willing when I experienced my one and only gang bang. It happened two years ago when I went to spend part of my summer vacation with my older sister. She’s four years older than me, and she was majoring in zoology. One of her professors got her into a summer wildlife study program at a National Park.

My parents wanted to get me out of the city and away from my friends for at least a couple of weeks. I had come home with alcohol on my breath a couple of times and they discovered I was on birth control. I think they thought my sister might be able to talk some sense into me.

From what I understood, she and the other students in her group were pretty much on their own. She got a free room in a dorm, meal passes at the lodge, and turned her field study reports in weekly. Otherwise, the students in her group were considered young adults they didn’t need any supervision. She talked to her advisor and cleared it for me to visit and share her room. It probably helped that my dad, who is loaded, made a sizable donation to the program. Anyway, they packed me onto a bus and sent me to my sister. They decided to send me on the bus rather than drive me so they wouldn’t have to fight with me for 500 miles.

Like I said, she is four years older, and brilliant. She graduated from high school a year early so even though she was only 20, she was already starting her senior year. I love my sister, but I hated the fact that I felt pressure to live up to her legacy. It wasn’t enough that I made honor roll, I wasn’t bringing home a perfect 4 point every quarter. She was a city champion high school swimmer and finished 2nd in regionals. If it weren’t for the flu, she would have gone to the state meet. She went to college on a swimming scholarship. I only finished 3rd in the city trials and lost in the first heat of regionals. That was sort of the pattern. Whatever I did well, she did better. Oh yeah, I didn’t mention that she is absolutely beautiful: She has cover girls looks, a flawless figure, spectacular 35C breasts, and long beautiful legs.

I got on the bus with a certain amount of resentment. When I arrived my sister ran up to me and gave me a long obviously heart felt hug. She turned to two friends who were with her and said “This is my sister, isn’t she beautiful?’ Her two friends were other interns from her study team, a cute guy name Phil and a nice looking girl name Jamie.

We climbed into their car for the ride from town to their dorm in the park. My sister said she was so happy when my parents told her they were sending me to spend a couple of weeks with her. She said it was the first time she was getting to spend any extended time with me since she started college. I thought it and realized she was right. I had spent a good deal of the past 4 years resenting her and hadn’t thought about all the more pleasant times we spent together. She had actually taught me how to ride a bike, swim, and helped me learn to read. When I was 4 or 5, she often read me to sleep and held me on her lap when we watched TV. Was I really mad at her or just at myself for not being able to match her achievements? Read the rest of this entry »

The car park was well lit albeit that it was fairly empty by now. Kirstie looked at her watch; 9:00pm. Gods ! she hated working late in the library. Damned research. As she walked towards her car she could see only one other, a luxurious gold colored limo with a Chauffeur type sitting at the wheel reading a newspaper by the interior light… She was so taken with this obvious and out of place ostentation that she didn’t see the flat front tire until she was almost at the car. Her mind cursed and she swore audibly but even louder when she saw that both front tires were flat.

For a moment Kirstie stood and stared and then swore again very loudly, letting go with all her frustration in one violent outburst. She failed to notice the suited businessman walking toward the other car and then veering sharply towards her.

“Is there a problem? Can I help?” His voice was quiet and almost genteel, the words crisply spoken. “Ah, sorry, I see the problem” he added before she could say anything. ” I’ll get Richard to change the wheel for you.” He gestured for the Chauffeur to join him by her car.

“And this one too?” she threw back pointing at the other tire.

He crossed around to her side of the car. “Ah. Okay. Problem with that one I would see .” He responded. “Can I offer you a lift anywhere and you can collect your car in the morning ? Or would you prefer to use my phone to call someone? ” The Chauffeur walked up beside her as they spoke. ” I think you can see the problem here Richard.”

“Can you drop me at the Queen s Head in the City ? Some of my friends are there and I can sort out from there. it’s only about 15 min away .” She smiled her most practiced damsel in distress smile .

“No problem, I know it well.” His smile was pleasant, charming in a way.

Richard held the door as the two got into the back of the car. As she climbed onto the long back seat she was surprised to see a woman sitting there whom she had previously not noticed. She assumed that she had arrived whilst she was distracted.

The car started and pulled away from the car park but instead of turning towards the City it turned exactly the opposite way.

“What the “? She started but was silenced immediately with a sharp smack across the face from the woman next to her.

“Shut up. Keep quiet and you won’t get hurt”. The woman snarled. “Well not too much anyway ” she added half to herself.

Kirstie started to rise and shouted ” Fuck you, you bastard ” She never finished her sentence as a fist smashed into her stomach and forced her back into the seat gasping for breath.

“Now be quiet ” the man said very calmly but with more menace than any amount of shouting.

She felt a knife s point break the skin just where her throat joined her chin. The fear spread over her and she slumped back and started to sob.

The woman next to her smiled and kissed the girl s cheek where the tears ran down and she felt a hand run up the inside of her thigh. Two fingers were unceremoniously pushed past her knickers and into her cunt.

” Please. I’ll do anything that you want” she sobbed.

“Yes, Yes you will” the man s voice came through her tears. ” But let s see if you mean that shall we “? “Remove these” he said pulling at her knickers.

With a wave of fear sweeping over her she decided to simply obey and lifted herself off the seat and removed the items. The man took them from her and handed them to his female companion.

For what seemed like forever the journey continued, although in truth it was for little more than thirty minutes. During the time her captors played with her cunt, teasing her and finger fucking her while kissing each other around her. Kirstie endured the situation seeing no opportunity to do otherwise. The car came to a halt at what she guessed were some gates for the halt was only for a moment and a few moments later it halted again outside a low building. The car door opened and she was unceremonially pulled out, offering no resistance, simply considering that it would be pointless, for the moment; the building was like a low farm barn, and she was standing next to a large solid-looking door.

“Now” she said to herself and broke away from them. Richard was the wrong side of the car door holding it open and the man had stood aside for her to go in front.

She managed maybe thirty paces along a track before she felt someone behind her and then almost instantly a hand grabbed her arm and swung her round, she fell onto the tarmac. Richard, for it was he, grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet by it. She clawed at him with her nails but he easily avoided them, she hadn’t noticed before he was built like a gorrilla ! He fist smashed into her stomach and then again into her face. She tasted blood from a split lip and fell to her knees. He grabbed her hair and began pulling her along by it. Half stumbling, half crawling she was dragged back to the car and the door to the building from where the man and woman hadn’t moved an inch. Read the rest of this entry »

It has been a while since I’ve detailed any of the experiences that my wife Stella has been a apart of, but rest assured that does NOT mean that things have not been going on! To the contrary. I suppose that one reason I have taken some time off from writing about her experiences is because I am not sure that the stories are being read and enjoyed. What I have hoped for was that a number of men and women who read and enjoyed these stories would share some of their personal experiences and even their personal fantasies with me, and in doing that not only would I come to know my readers, but perhaps some of you could contribute ideas on things that would be done to Stella. This may or may not be the last of my stories, so really the rest is up to you, the readers. To answer a few FAQs: (1) yes, Stella is real; (2) yes, these things that I write about are true: and (3) yes, we have this kind of fun periodically, and we also enjoy a lot of time alone together. Write to me care of the editors and share your experiences and fantasies, and at he same time describe yourself to me too.

Just before the holidays I got a call from an old friend of ours, Hans, who is a major player in the business world. He was putting together a special get together and end of the year party for some very powerful Asian businessmen. The party was missing something he told me, and that was some special entertainment! He wanted Stella to join them at this weekend party that he was hosting on a small island in the Caribbean. She was excited and nervous, but the plans were made, and she was picked up on a Thursday evening by a limo that drove her to a private airport where she joined Hans for a flight on the corporate jet to this island. He would not give her any of the details of who was going to be there or what was going to be done, but he did have the limo driver hand me an envelope that contained full details just so I could follow along and he also assured me that she would call and someone would e-mail me often to keep me in the loop real time with all that was going on.

Thursday when they arrived very few people were at the compound, and Stella basically unpacked her clothes in a luxurious room and headed off to the dining room where dinner was served by a staff of Thai waiters and waitresses. After dinner, drinks were served and Stella was given a tour of the place, showing her where the pool with a waterfalls was, where the hot tub was located, and also where the theater was. The theater was locked and at least for now, off limits to her eyes. The surroundings were lush, and the climate was hot and humid. She wore a simple sundress that was very short, the panties that she sore were a simple mesh thong, and the only other thing she had on were sandals with a heel. As she toured she noticed the Thai staff all looking her over and smiling, several talking at low tones in their native language. As she got ready to call it a night, she was told that two of the servants were assigned to her and would be doing anything and everything that was needed, she met the two Thai servants, both female, and they both looked as though they could not be more than 18. They escorted her to her room, and guided her to the oversized bathroom where they helped undress her and then they used a device that misted her entire body with a fragrant spray. A cool mist that felt good, and caused her nipples to harden immediately! As the one girl misted Stella, the other used a fluffy hand mitt to massage her body, not missing an inch! As they finished the misting treatment, they had her sit in a barber’s type chairs and they proceeded to lather her pussy with a rose scented soap and the one trimmed most of what little hair she had into a small triangle, while the other gave her a pedicure. With that done, they both had her stand and they picked up what looked like feather dusters and dusted her with a lightly scented powder, from her neck to her feet. She was brought to her bed and tucked in. A small fountain/waterfalls in the room lulled her to sleep in no time. Read the rest of this entry »

“This is really scary,” she said in an obvious nervous tone, but her husband reassured her with, “We’ll just see what happens and we don’t have to do anything, but you know it’s going to be exciting as hell.” This was their first time playing outside their 18 year marriage and she was a virgin when they met. Over the years he’d told her how he wanted her to have sex with another man, a black man. Not just a black man, but a big, hung, muscular, sexually aggressive, dominant black man. They’d been wondering, fantasizing and chatting about the slut wife, cuckold husband, interracial sex experience for years. Now they were driving to the upscale hotel to get a room where their dark dream already has a room. They found him through the local swing club and from hot emails, instant messaging and web cam meetings they believe he’s the dominant black bull of their dreams. The last e-mail he sent to them included specific instructions on everything he wanted, in fact, demanded of them leading up to their meeting.

They got to the room and shortly after arriving, while they were putting their cloths away for the weekend, there was a knock on the door. She looked at her husband with wide eyes and ran into the bathroom. He answered the door and it was the bellboy, who had delivered a picture cell phone with a note that read, “Turn me on sluts.” He went to the door and told her it was safe to come out. “It was the bellboy.” She came out and they both started to laugh. He handed her the note and phone and she obediently turned it on. It was the first major step she’d ever taken and her heart raced when she heard the beep of the power button. Her husband poured two drinks and they began to relax, she ran around the room like a teenager collecting the shampoos and soaps, like she always did, but her husband’s mind was racing and heart pounding, as he thought to himself, “I can’t believe this is finally happening. Fuck, I hope it happens.” He got horny thinking about it, walked up behind her and unhooked her bra, as she sipped her wine. “Ohhhhhh, I thought you weren’t supposed to do this,” referencing the black bull’s final instruction. “I can do this,” as he felt her tits from behind and rolled her hardening nipples between her fingers, “I just can’t make you cum or fuck you.” She moaned in a pleasing way as he turned her around, roughly pulled her top up and started squeezing her tits together, sucking them and saying, “Is this what your bull’s gonna do?” She was getting noticeably hot and softly, coyly said, “MMMMMMMMmmmmmm I don’t know. Do you want to find out?”

She was testing him, again, like always. Stepping back from it all, basically making it all his idea, so she could remain the pure little wife. “Feel my cock and tell me if I want to find out.” She reached down and felt his extremely hard cock, “MMMmmmmmmm I guess you do.” He had her unzipped and stepping out of her jeans and with pulses racing. He pushed her back on the bed and started to lick her very well shaved, wet pussy, “This is what your bull is gonna do to this pussy.” “MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm you think so ” RING! The sound almost seemed defining, she tried to get up, but her husband held her down, continued to lick her soaking wet pussy and whispered, “Answer it.” She pushed “talk” and said, “Hello.”

“Is this my white slut?” “Yes.” “I’m sitting here with a hard fucking cock thinking about you. Where’s Cuckold Bitch.” “He’s here.” “Are you going to wear what I told you in the email?” She responded trying not to let on that she was grinding her pussy into Cuckold Bitch’s face, “Yes if you want that.” He said, “Oh fuck yeah I want that. Listen, you have a massage appointment downstairs in a half hour. Don’t worry about showering or anything, a friend of mine is going to take total care of you down stairs and you’ll love her. Just do not forget this phone and when you go, send Cuckold Bitch to my room down the hall #218. OK slut.” “OK.” Read the rest of this entry »

The knock on the hotel door seemed innocuous enough, neither of the occupants of the room had any reason to suspect that it could be anything other than room service.

Bill and Anne had traveled overnight, catching the red eye from Fort Lauderdale to arrive at London Heathrow early in the morning. They had slept for an hour or two, trying to adjust to the six hour delay from continent to continent.

Their two weeks doing Europe started in earnest, tomorrow, with a scheduled bus ride around the ‘Old Town’ of London, taking in Buckingham Palace, Westminster Cathedral and the new to the programme, Princess Diane’s Garden in Hyde Park. For the next few days, England, or at least the bit that really mattered, would be visited, snapped and filed away for winter nights in front of the video player, then to be digested in manageable chunks.

Bill roused himself from the comfort of the couch with an effort, grunting at the sudden and unexpected intrusion to their leisure time. He didn’t remember ordering anything to eat, but these crazy British had some funny ideas about hospitality, perhaps it was teatime for the Limeys.

He disregarded the eyepiece in the centre of the door, electing instead, to grasp the brass handle, open it and see who had the balls to disturb him at this ungodly hour.

The first Anne knew that there was something wrong was as Bill barrelled backwards through the door to the antechamber, arms flailing in cartwheel fashion, into the living accommodation they were sharing. His shoe heel caught the edge of the Wilton centre rug and all one hundred and eighty pounds of him fell flat on his back.

Five people dressed in dark blue coveralls with balaclava ski masks over their heads, closely followed him. Only their eyes and mouth were visible. Anne began to scream, promising to go through several octaves until she hit top ‘C’. A sharp slap to her face from the nearest of the strangers stopped the mounting crescendo in mid-climb. She stood, in the middle of a floor rug, her arms akimbo, her mouth a perfect ‘O’ of surprise. Anne had never been hit before. Although the blow to her face was not really painful, the shock to her system was enough.

A knife appeared from the depths of one of the coveralls and was thrust against Bill’s windpipe. “Move and he dies.” The point pricked his skin, drawing a bead of blood to emphasise the point.

The five intruders were well versed in what they were about; moving in confident and practiced, perhaps even well rehearsed choreographic manoeuvres. Four detached from the phalanx that had pushed Bill backwards, circling the prone and gasping figure of her husband at compass points of north east and west, south east and west, just where his limbs happened to be. They each grabbed an arm or leg and picked him up, ignoring his feeble struggles to carry him to the giant centrered low-level, marble topped table. The fifth member of the group had produced from a pocket of his coveralls, four short pieces of white rope. Bill was bound fast at wrist and ankle to the coffee table with a material gag tied around the back of his neck. Bizarrely, the four then picked up the table with its burden and stood it on end against the wall. In effect, Bill was standing, but tied securely in a classic spread-eagle position.

The whole operation had taken a very short space of time; too fast to really appreciate just what had happened. Ann stood stock still, arms hanging limp at her sides, too confused to assimilate the events unfolding in front of her until, in unison, the five grabbed her and forced her to the floor.

Four of the assailants gripped her wrists, ankles and pinned her to the floor as if crucified while the fifth fumbled with the zipper of their suit. His cock emerged, flaccid, but large enough. Anne’s eyes bugged while her mouth opened to emit another ear shattering scream. It was a mistake; a steady golden stream of piss hit her full in the face, filling her mouth until she managed to spit it out and turn her face away. The stream continued while her aggressor laughed, hitting her ear and soaking her hair. Anne struggled and tried to articulate, but only managed to get more of his piss on her tongue and feel the strength of those who were holding her down.

At last, his bladder vented, he knelt astride her body, knees either side of her, his cock still hanging out of the blue suit. She turned to stare defiantly at him, then, wished she hadn’t. His tongue stuck out of the mouth hole of the balaclava, it seemed more obscene than his cock had. But, that wasn’t the problem. A hunting knife had been brought out of a hidden sheath. To Anne it looked huge, big enough to go all the way through her and out the other side. The attacker on her right, lifted Anne’s head enough so that she could see between her breasts, what was to happen next.

Sit sitting on her, he lifted the fabric a slid the wickedly sharp blade under her blouse, the cold of the steel touched her skin; she shivered at the touch and pleaded for her life. As if from a long way away, she heard Bill offering money, anything they had, if they would leave now. He was ignored. Anne was frightened stiff, her mouth clamped shut.

Slowly, the blade slid up her torso, from her stomach. The blouse parted easily, the cloth separated like butter at the touch of a hot knife. Gradually; inch by inch, he slit the garment open until it lay in rags, either side of her, exposing her white cotton bra and freckled skin. She had goose bumps, a throw back to a primeval response to danger. His tongue had stayed out all the time, slate grey eyes creased in obvious enjoyment, stared out from the eye holes of his hood. He slipped the point of the knife under the joint between the cups of her bra, the serrated back edge scraping the delicate skin between her breasts. Anne held her breath, frightened that he would stab her accidentally with the movement of her chest.

With a deft flick of his wrist, the blade cut through the thin material, her breasts sprang apart, no longer held in place. He pulled the strap up where it disappeared over her shoulder; he cut it and did the same to the other strap and threw away the useless bra, then studied her exposed tits. He licked his lips as he prodded the soft tissue of her aureole with the tip of the knife; he laughed as she gasped in total fright. The point seemed to be cutting into her, slicing as if taking off her nipple. He hadn’t pierced her skin, but the threat and implication was more than enough to sharpen her mind to the predicament she was in.

His cock was still out from his coveralls, lying on her naked stomach. Looking at it over her nose, Anne saw a drip of his piss leave the slit to fall on her skin. He noticed her staring and growled at her; do you want it cunt? She shook her head, too frightened to answer him.

Bill yelled at her to let them do anything they wanted. Again, he was ignored.

“Put her on the sofa.” He ordered. The obvious leader got up from sitting on her, his cock swinging loosely to allow his colleagues to lift her up and sit her on the settee, feet on the floor and her ass on the seat. One of them stepped behind her and grabbed her hands to lift them over the back of the leather back and hold them in a vice like grip. The position lifted her tits. Another held her ankles together, stretching her on the edge of the sofa. Read the rest of this entry »

“This is really scary,” she said in an obvious nervous tone, but her husband reassured her with, “We’ll just see what happens and we don’t have to do anything, but you know it’s going to be exciting as hell.” This was their first time playing outside their 18 year marriage and she was a virgin when they met. Over the years he’d told her how he wanted her to have sex with another man, a black man. Not just a black man, but a big, hung, muscular, sexually aggressive, dominant black man. They’d been wondering, fantasizing and chatting about the slut wife, cuckold husband, interracial sex experience for years. Now they were driving to the upscale hotel to get a room where their dark dream already has a room. They found him through the local swing club and from hot emails, instant messaging and web cam meetings they believe he’s the dominant black bull of their dreams. The last e-mail he sent to them included specific instructions on everything he wanted, in fact, demanded of them leading up to their meeting.

They got to the room and shortly after arriving, while they were putting their cloths away for the weekend, there was a knock on the door. She looked at her husband with wide eyes and ran into the bathroom. He answered the door and it was the bellboy, who had delivered a picture cell phone with a note that read, “Turn me on sluts.” He went to the door and told her it was safe to come out. “It was the bellboy.” She came out and they both started to laugh. He handed her the note and phone and she obediently turned it on. It was the first major step she’d ever taken and her heart raced when she heard the beep of the power button. Her husband poured two drinks and they began to relax, she ran around the room like a teenager collecting the shampoos and soaps, like she always did, but her husband’s mind was racing and heart pounding, as he thought to himself, “I can’t believe this is finally happening. Fuck, I hope it happens.” He got horny thinking about it, walked up behind her and unhooked her bra, as she sipped her wine. “Ohhhhhh, I thought you weren’t supposed to do this,” referencing the black bull’s final instruction. “I can do this,” as he felt her tits from behind and rolled her hardening nipples between her fingers, “I just can’t make you cum or fuck you.” She moaned in a pleasing way as he turned her around, roughly pulled her top up and started squeezing her tits together, sucking them and saying, “Is this what your bull’s gonna do?” She was getting noticeably hot and softly, coyly said, “MMMMMMMMmmmmmm I don’t know. Do you want to find out?”

She was testing him, again, like always. Stepping back from it all, basically making it all his idea, so she could remain the pure little wife. “Feel my cock and tell me if I want to find out.” She reached down and felt his extremely hard cock, “MMMmmmmmmm I guess you do.” He had her unzipped and stepping out of her jeans and with pulses racing. He pushed her back on the bed and started to lick her very well shaved, wet pussy, “This is what your bull is gonna do to this pussy.” “MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm you think so ” RING! The sound almost seemed defining, she tried to get up, but her husband held her down, continued to lick her soaking wet pussy and whispered, “Answer it.” She pushed “talk” and said, “Hello.” Read the rest of this entry »

I was out looking for a woman to kidnap and make my sex slave and I decided to stop at a popular fast food place for a burger and fries. It was close to midnight and only the drive-thru was open. When I pulled up to the window to pay I was greeted by one of the most beautiful young women I have ever seen. I knew instantly I had to have her somehow. She is 24, has blond hair that is wavy and comes down to her shoulders, has sparkling blue eyes, stands 5′ 8″, weighs 125 lbs., has 34B tits that are just large enough to be a mouthful, firm, tight ass (slowly becoming looser thanks to being fucked and plugged by yours truely), and a very tasty and tight pussy.

Since I was looking for someone to kidnap I had my kidnap kit with me. The kit is equipped with 2 handcuffs, 2 anklecuffs (in case of a double kidnapping), a roll of 2 inch wide duct tape, 2 leather blindfolds, a ballgag, a penis gag, 4 scarves, a few lengths of rope, a steak knife, some plastic zip-ties, and a stun gun.

The goddess who was working the drive-thru, (her name is Kayla), asked me to pull to a parking spot in the parking lot and she would bring my food to me in a couple minutes (how little did she know how right she was!). The parking lot was dimly lit and I decided to take a chance and kidnap Kayla when she brought my food to me if there were no other people around. I did a quick scan of the area when I saw Kayla come out of the building and approach my car, picked up my stun gun, and got ready for the attack. When she got to the driver’s side door I open it up, jumped out and zapped her with the stun gun. She went down like a sack of potatoes. I grabbed her, opened the back door and tossed her in. I picked up the bag of food and got back in my car and quickly drove away.
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When I was 21, I went to Turkey on holiday with a couple of friends. As girls do, we went out to party in the resort where we were staying. As it was summer and very warm, we were all wearing skimpy tops and very short skirts to show off out well shaped tanned legs and arms. While we were walking towards the next bar, I got separated from my friends. Being tired and a bit drunk, I decided to find my own way home. So I walked the streets for an hour or so, before realizing I was totally lost.

Just as I decided to get a taxi, a police car pulled up next to me. A Turkish policeman got out and bundled me into the car. I sat in the back terrified, wondering what I had done wrong. I tried to speak to them, but the two policemen ignored me. Neither of them appeared to understand English. As we drove down along the dark streets, I started to panic. I didn’t know where I was, where they were taking me, and what they intended to do to me.

We soon arrived at a small police station which consisted of a dingy looking office and one police cell. In the cell, there was a group about 15 rough looking men who leered at me as I walked in escorted by the two policemen. In the office there was only one other policemen, who looked like he was in command.

I tried to speak to the commander in English. He glared at me with disdain and motioned to the cell, taking my hand bag from me. The other two grabbed me and dragged me to the cell. To my horror, they opened the cell door and threw me in amongst the men there.

At first I cowered in a corner as they all closed in on me, leering with evil grins on their unshaven faces. Then, in unison they all charged forward and grabbed out at me. I kicked and screamed and as they carried me into the center of the room shouting in Turkish. Several of them pinned my arms and m legs to the floor, immobilizing me face up on the stone floor, as others ripped off my skirt, my top and my panties in a brutal frenzy. And then the gang rape began.

I cried out as the first cock rammed in my pussy. Above me a bearded middle-aged face panted and grunted as he fucked me hard. I cried out, begging the police to save me. But no one came to my rescue. It was not long before his face converted into an ecstatic snarl and I felt his hot spunk shoot into me. The next one was in me within a second, as another Turkish cock hammered deep into my pussy. I cried out, sobbing, but was drowned out by the jeers of the men around me. I felt him explode inside me with a cry of joy and I screamed, pleading them to stop. As I lay there helplessly, I moaned and cried out constantly as I felt one cock after another assault my tender pussy. Again and again the men took their turn to rape me as they thrust their eager cocks into me and came ecstatically in my pussy, oblivious to my sobbing pleas. Read the rest of this entry »

You are unfamiliar with the L.A. streets and somewhere south and east of the airport, you find yourself lost in the dark in a very questionable neighborhood, run down, full of signs in lanquages you can’t read. Suddenly, an old van with a big wooden bumper rear-ends your rented Toyota, driving it up over a curb. When you recover from the shock of the collision, you reach for the door handle, to get out and look at the damage.

As soon as you get out, someone grabs you from behind. A coarse sack, burlap or jute, is pulled down over your head, and your arm is twisted behind you, by someone you can’t see. “Don’t make a noise, Anglo bitch, or you are dead right now.” says a voice which sounds as if the teeth are clenched. In seconds, you are dragged into the van and pushed to the floor. You can feel it back up, stop with a lurch, and then move forward, making several turns, probably turning at every intersection.

Strong hands roll you on your back. Counting hands, there must be at least three men. You feel the hard steel floor of the van against your back; it is a cargo van, no seats in back. Probably no windows, either, you realize. Unless there were witnesses to the ramming and abduction, no one could know where you are.

You feel cold steel against your throat, under the bag which covers your eyes. “Listen, Sweetie, you are going to do everything you are told to do, and you are not going to scream or struggle or talk back; otherwise, you die right now. Understand?” The point of the knife presses painfully into your skin.

“Yes,” you croak, your throat dry with terror. You feel them pulling your arms above your head, and apart. Your wrists are tied to something, maybe the front seats of the van. They are using wire; it bites into your skin. They take your Reboks and tie your ankles, using wire again, pulling your legs straight and apart. You are spread-eagled, entirely helpless and vulnerable. Your breathing is rapid. You are hyperventilating and might become light headed, blowing off too much carbon-dioxide, except that the sack over your head restricts the air flow, compensating for your panicky panting.

You are wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. The knife point slides down your neck, until the blade encounters the first button of your shirt. There is a little tug, and the button flies off. You actually hear it strike the metal wall of the van. Men laugh. You smell marijuana.

You can feel another tug at your shirt. The second button is cut off. Then the third. And the fourth, and the fifth, which is down by your navel. Someone pulls the tail of your shirt out of your jeans and cuts the last buttons. They didn’t have to cut them off. You know you can never wear that shirt again. Will you die naked? The flannel is pulled back, baring the front of your body.

The sharp blade, double edged, slides along the midline of your tummy. You wonder, is it drawing blood? How can you be so detached, so clinical? Does it have something to do with being blindfolded by the sack? You cannot see who is assaulting you, so you must concentrate on what you feel. You feel the blade pause, between your breasts, and lift, and suddenly your bra springs away from your breasts, leaving them exposed. Almost instantly, strong, masculine hands grasp your breasts. They are big hands, able to engulf your B-cup breasts, and they are rough, calloused hands. They squeeze and knead your breasts. These men have no respect for your body. Read the rest of this entry »

The following is a true story about my wife Patti. My job required that I move around a lot as a manager. In 1999 I was assigned to our plant in Fayetteville, NC, my hours were long and I would get home around midnight every day. We settled in bought a new home and started making friends. Patti has always liked black men. She had a black boy friend when she was in high school and fucked him often.

A little about Patti: she is in her mid 40’s, 5 7, 140 pounds with 38DD breasts, blue eyes and blond hair. She has very large nipples that if you play with them she will cum. Her pussy is just as sensitive, rub her clit and she will go crazy. She loves to get on top of a dick and ride as well as into a 69 position. She loves to suck a dick, and I must say, is very good at it. Patti always takes her bath just before going to bed; she puts on a long nightgown with panties and bra. She always does this with no exception that I knew of until Tom came along.

One day we both went into a local business and computer store, the attendant, I will call him Tom (Not his real name), was very helpful with what we were looking to buy. He was a very large black male in his mid 40’s. I could see that he was attracted to Patti by the way he was looking at her. I could also see that Patti loved the attention and was attracted to him.

We all talked for awhile and then left the store, but before leaving we exchanged phone numbers, as I was interested in his help with my computer at home. In a few days he called and after a few minutes I suggested he come over to our house. He arrived and we worked on my computer for awhile, then set on the back porch talking between us three. We all were getting along great. He asked if he could stop by sometime and talk to Patti, I said sure. After he left I told Patti to call me if he wanted to stop by. Read the rest of this entry »