1 comments/ 3184 views/ 0 favorites Chosen? By: Droch It was just another one of those days, you know the type; anything that could go wrong generally did. The older I get in my life the more I suspect that the timing of these days directly correlates to how much pressure you currently under in life. It was seven pm on a Saturday evening, instead of getting ready to have crisis relationship talks with my fiancé, I was in work, waiting patiently on a temperamental printer to finish its task. A company director, under the direction of a potential investor, who it was rumoured to be interested in taking over the company, had been hassling middle management all week, getting his departments in line the rumoured takeover. The department was a mess, owing in no short measure to the aforementioned director being slack in his job. My section of the department was the only one pulling it's weight, as such I was seen as the man to get the job done. I hated my job in middle management; yes that is right, I work in middle management, yet another person lost in the bureaucratic mess of corporate nothingness. The soul destroying boredom that is my everyday work life was only held in balance by the relative saneness of my personal life. It wasn't always like this, at one point I had the world as my oyster, nothing seemed impossible, everything was within such easy grasp. I had graduated from college and was highly expected by many of my lecturers to move on, either in the world of academia or to become a writer. I had the imagination, I had the skill, but unfortunately at the time I also had a girlfriend, one I loved dearly but one who's love depended on a certain level of affluence and lifestyle. Coming straight out of college and trying for a career in writing isn't for the faint of heart, it requires discipline, encouragement, ingenuity, imagination but most of all it requires a certain level of enforced humility; you have to be poor starting off, at least until you get your first book published. Enforced poverty didn't appeal of my now fiancé, so I sold my soul, and entered the world of business. That was five years ago. A loud BEEEP came from the printer 'finally,' I thought as the machine spewed out page after page of reports, more mindless drivel. 'This should keep that fat bastard happy,' I mused to myself, taking significant pile of ejected paper, hurrying along to try and drop it off as quickly as I could. KNOCK KNOCK, I banged, almost attempting to bury my knuckles into the heavyset door. 'Hello, Mr Simons, are you in here sir? I have those documents you wanted to mull over ,' I droned. I could hear the mock civility in my voice, it tasted like sour wine, bitter and repulsive, god I hated life right now. 'Ah Nathan, good you're here at last' he said, staring through me as if I was shadow. 'That'll be all young man, a little bit faster next time and everyone will be much happier; go out have a few beers and unwind, we've a busy few days early next week and I need you're "A" game.' I wanted to strangle him, grab his corn flower coloured tie and twist it around his fat neck until he turned the same shade of purple as his sweat stained shirt. A growingly familiar voice rose through the storm of my rage, 'Calm, we are what we do, but we do what we think, and now is not the time for losing our temper.' These violent impulses were new in my life and unfortunately getting worse as the weeks wore on. I used to be such a happy go lucky kinda guy, even found my job semi-rewarding, but it had all changed over the past few years, and was reinforced with searing precision about two months ago. Arriving home early to the sounds of loud music interrupted by occasional animalistic sounds, I walked in on my beautiful fiancé on all fours howling as she was getting nailed by some young college guy. Looking back I can't say that I blamed her, I'd become passive, weak, boring, lost in the mediocrity of my own existence. I even watched as she screamed and begged the young guy to blow his load deep inside her, I stood there unmoving, to ashamed to admit I had never made her scream as loudly or as wantonly. We are due to be married next week, and tonight we had a 'date' to try and rectify the situation. I still remember the look of ecstasy etched on her grinning face as he fired deep into her causing her to buck and cum with explosive force; the look on her face when she saw me watching, she didn't even look upset, just a feigned pout. That night was when my violent impulses began to manifest themselves. I took a trip to a local bar, known for its easy pussy thinking in my twisted logic that fucking some random bar slut would compensate for the emotional upheaval I'd just endured. Fate it seems has a certain symmetry to it; who I met that night has haunted my dreams and my passions every hour since. I was sat at the bar, loading up on Dutch courage, contemplating how low I would fall, hoping for anything, even a hooker to see me in my misery and offer me quick, cheap and easy release. In the corner of my eye I saw a slim black haired woman with an amazing figure walk slowly from where she was sitting on her own over to me. 'I don't usually do this, but I couldn't help but notice that you look a bit down,' announced a calming voice, "my name is Kiera." 'Hi, I'm Nathan,' I stammered into my beer, no confidence evident at all in my timid voice. 'Nathan?' she replied, 'what a lovely name, a powerful name... 'I'm attracted to power,' she continued, 'its how I noticed you actually, I could feel your sadness and made me notice something about you that otherwise I might have missed." 'You could feel my sadness?' I retorted, clearly not taking her seriously. 'Sorry, I don't buy into any of that hippy crap, just because a man is keeping to himself doesn't mean he's sad.' 'Ahhh' she said almost humming the sound, as if my retort had been a revelation had been one of great significance. 'Well Nathan, I'm not into any hippy crap either, but I do believe that the universe reserves a certain amount of fate for each of us, and tonight I think...' she slowed choosing her words carefully \Yes, tonight I think meeting you wasn't an accident.' I'd had enough at this stage, just wanted to be left alone I turned to face my antagonist to give her a definitive leave me alone speech, only to find myself stunned. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for the sensation that followed. Our eyes met, and I was lost in the swirling beauty that regarded me. In an instant my evolving state of drunkenness shrunk into oblivion, in sober rapture I was a fish out of water, hooked. She noticed the change in my body language and blushed as she quietly laughed to herself. She took me by the hand and led me dumbly out of the bar and down a dark alleyway. I couldn't speak, I wanted to, but couldn't. My mind was subverted by some unknown force, one which I couldn't have mustered the strength to fight, even if I wanted to. I quite happily let her lead me to whatever awaited. 'I know its not the most romantic of places,' I heard her say, not quite sure where the sound was coming from, 'but it serves our purpose for tonight.' She turned to me, looking deep into my eyes with her piercing gaze; hazel eyes which turned emerald green spiralling outwards fusing in a beautiful orange hue, cut through me and then darkness. I awoke in the alley on my own still in a daze with a pounding headache. Since that night, my emotions have run riot, unchecked and out of control; rage, anger, sorrow, regret all experienced with a new sense of deepened intensity; always when they move to overpower me, a growingly familiar and soothing voice, erases the burdens and calms my mind. I checked my watch, 19.25 it read and I know I could still just about make it. Furious at my delay, I knew I was going to be a little late for a meeting with Evelyn, my fiancé, who had somehow managed to convince me over the previous months that the wedding could still go ahead. Still in the deepest recesses of my mind, I knew she was a lying, cheating bitch and I'd never trust her again as long as I lived, but as she so delicately pointed out, I couldn't be selfish and not think about all the other people who had made arrangements to travel for our glorious announcement of love and constant companionship to the world. Three years I give it, if even. Enough time for her to get money, and leave; then again, that's what my life has become. At least I knew Evelyn would enjoy being a kept wife or a divorcee, she'd get money either way, and truthfully, probably enjoy it more than I ever could. Speeding home, I quickly followed the sacred three S's ritual; shit, shower and shave, in that order; dressed and sped back into town, hoping to make my evening dinner for 8. Blue and red flashing lights greeted me just two blocks from my rendezvous. 'Shit, shIT, SHIT' echoed through my car, no doubt reverberating onto the street nearby. The officer approached, and I quickly apologised for my outburst, knowing full well he had heard the full extent of my verbal barrage. Short and fat, almost the identical stereotypical cop you'd see on the movies, eating donuts and thinking he was shit cool in dark shades while sporting a sizable beer gut and balding head. 'Fucking cops.' ripped through my mind as I was lectured about the finer points of driving 13 miles per hour over the limit on a half empty street. The violent thoughts returned, I had an almost uncontrollable impulse to grab his shirt, pull him through the lowered window and twist his neck till I heard it crack. Then I saw her. Across the street, a teasing smile set within a sublime and delicate face and her eyes, I was the full way across the street and as soon as I noticed them I felt like I couldn't move. This was the third time in past few weeks I'd seen the woman from the bar, who'd voice I kept hearing calming me down whenever my anger boiled. As she turned the street corner I heard it, 'not here, not like this, keep control, it will be over soon.' 'Do you understand me sir?' sounded a voice, pulling me back to the real world. Shit, I'd been daydreaming, and this cop was still ranting. Putting on my best work face, I calmly turned, smiled, nodded and ventured a polite 'Yes officer, no problems, I'm terrible sorry, it won't happen again,' as I was handed a ticket. Looking across the street she was gone. Moments later I arrived at the restaurant and found my fiancé sitting waiting me for, with a fake smile drawn onto her face. 'Your late darling, work again? You know you work far to hard in that office, to many hours, I want more of your time,' Evelyn recited, I could taste the hollowness of her words. My ability to pick out lies was growing, I don't know how I knew people were lying, I just did, it was one of the many strange things changing about me. One thing I will say about my fiancé was that she knew how to dress and looking across at her I couldn't help but feel aroused. Standing five foot eight, slender with an athletic build she was hot and sexy, both of which in my mind are very different things. Tonight she was dressed in a deep emerald green dress that accentuated her curves exposed her legs and her perfect 32C's. We talked, we flirted, it was obvious she was desperately trying to fix the damage she'd done. As she talked all I could see in my minds eye was her getting fucked by her young stud, sounding like a wounded animal as she pleaded for cock. The conversation developed and 'we' finally agreed to keep the original wedding date; next week we were getting married. In the back of my mind my growing senses told me that it was never going to happen, but I played along all the same. We drank wine and ended up falling into a taxi for home at about eleven o clock. Her efforts to ease my ego escalated on the trip home as began to suck me dry as I stared into the dim yellow world of urban night. 'It's just you I want to fuck me for the rest of my life,' she purred, as she gulped down the last of my juice. I had barely noticed the whole experience, my ejaculation owing more to the thoughts of Kiera than any of Evelyn's efforts. We arrived home and again Evelyn's passes were met with mild interest; I really just wanted to go to sleep. We stumbled through the front door of our apartment; the apartment she hadn't stayed in for a number of weeks. She looked at me straight in the face and told me she loved me, that I was her life, and that nothing else mattered to her in the world. I couldn't believe it, but she was lying to me, I don't think she was aware of it herself but I could sense it. I don't know how I knew, but I knew; the slow sudden truth of it all was that she'd been lying to me and probably herself all these years, and neither of us knew. I did however develop an itch, and I was going to have it scratched. Kissing her with mock passion, I dropped my hands slowly down behind her; reaching under the fabric of her dress I noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear. With more force than I intended I disengaged from our embrace and turned her face to the wall, hiked up her dress around her waist and began fingering her cunt with aggressive lust. The effect was instant and obviously fake. She was moaning like a whore being paid to moan. 'If she wants to act like a whore, treat her like one.' a voice echoed in my head. Releasing my stiff cock from my pants and without warning, rammed if cock and deep into her unsuspecting pussy. An audible 'uhhhhh' escaped her lips before she returned to her acting. I felt my anger and aggression of the past few years of my life build up slowly inside me from deep within. Grabbing a hold of the front of her dress as she balanced face towards the wall, I ripped her breast free and began rolling her nipples between the thumbs and forefingers. My rhythm increased as her lust began to override her acting, I began pounding furiously, dropping both of my hands onto her hips, forcing her down onto my impaling manhood, not letting her move unless it was in my own interest. Her screams echoed throughout the apartment, not the false screams of earlier, but genuine ones of ecstasy, louder than any I'd ever heard her make. I could have gone for days, pounding away relentlessly on her exposed pussy, she was my toy; I was using her and enjoying it. A familiar voice returned, 'you're doing so well, cum inside her now, cum inside her as you think of me, when your finished you'll find me waiting.' An image of Kiera flooded into my mind and my balls instantly responded and I exploded with force deep inside my fiancé's pussy. She felt it too, and as I eased the pressure on her hips she began gyrated freely on my still expulsive member, she screamed in ecstasy as she felt me fill her to the brim. We both collapsed, only just noticing the apartment door was still open. Giggling in that truly girly fashion, 'ooohhh god that was fantasic,' escaped her lips. I knew she wasn't lying, I don't know how, I just knew. She turned to kiss me on the lips with a smile on her face. I pulled back, stood up pulled up my trousers, kissed her on the forehead and began. 'Its over,' I intoned as I turned around and walked straight out the front door, closing it behind me. I don't know why I did it I just knew I had to. I walked down the street, hoping to make it over to my mates' house before he fell asleep so I could crash some place. It was only three blocks over so I figured it'd be a routine walk. How wrong I was. About half way to the house I noticed a breathtakingly feminine figure walking confidently down the street. As she approached my head began to swim, as if I was intoxicated by her very presence. Before our paths crossed I faltered and lost my footing and with one arm she caught me. I looked up and was greeted by Kiera, my head began to spin and that familiar voice in my head whispered, 'its all right Nathan, have faith in fate.' Her smile was the personification of intoxicating, she placed her hand on the side of my neck just under my left ear and began kissing my neck before biting into it ferociously. I couldn't believe what was happening, the sensations that were coursing through my body touched every nerve ending in my body, culminating in the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced in my life. The pleasure was too much and I passed out in ecstasy. In the darkness of my mind, a single voice echoed, 'you've been calling to me, and I've come to answer, but first, you have to prove yourself, my young man. Soon we'll be together, until then you'll know what to do when an opportunity presents itself.' I awoke in the corner of an alleyway just off the street I was walking down, my neck was tender with blood still seeping from two small holes, and my body weak. Looking up at the brightening sky I was left wondering what the hell had just happened to me. I couldn't explain it, but everything seemed different, my anger had gone, replaced with a heightened sense of curiosity and longing for a woman who I knew I shouldn't get entangled with. Chosen I couldn't see him, but I could feel him. I could feel his eyes blanketing me in a sultry stare. I knew finding him in the over crowded club wouldn't be easy, but I had to try. I slowly made my way through the web of patrons, moving towards the dance floor. The sensation of his eyes on me continued, causing goose flesh to prickle my skin. He was close. My eyes darted around the room until landing on a dark figure standing in the corner. His was shrouded in shadow, but I knew it was him. The DJ up on a slow, seductive number. My feet and arms started moving and swaying to the thunderous beat. A smoldering heat grew within my core as I slowly ran my hands along my hips and thighs, inching their way up my waist, along the lines of my full breasts and ending with a flip of my long, raven hair. The heat quickly built up between my legs as I danced for him. Finally, he came to me wrapping his arms around my waist. His touch seared my exposed flesh. He pressed his body into mine, moving and swaying with me. He traced his hands along the lines of my body, leaving a burning trail in their wake. His lean, muscular build, piercing pale blue eyes and perfectly chiseled features turned my knees to jello. I struggled to keep my composure but didn't make it easy. He had such a dominating presence about it. There was also something. Something... dangerous, yet I had the overwhelming urge to give myself to him. His hand went to the small of my back, pulling e closer until our bodies seemed to meld together in the searing heat of desire. All I could do was stare deep into those hypnotic eyes. Everything around us vanished... the music, the people, the lights. It was just him, me and the unbridled passion between us. His hand slid to the nape of my neck, his fingers entangling in my sweat dampened hair. Tugging slightly and sending a shiver skittering down my spine, he inched closer... closer... his warm breath brushing across my slightly parted lips before making contact. is tongue licked my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, gently nibbling on it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my tongue slipping between his lips. Our kiss started out soft and sensual, but quickly grew in intensity as the lustful fire burning between us raged into an uncontrollable inferno. I needed him and I could sense he needed me too. Our surroundings came swirling back around us. The beat of high energy techno music thundered through my highly aroused body. My heart raced as he ran a perfectly manicured finger down my cheek. I saw a spark of something flash in his eyes, but it was gone before I could comprehend what it was. He took hold of my hand, the warmth of it cascading throughout my body. He leaned down so his lips were barely touching my ear. "Come" was all he said... all he had to say. His voice was deep and rough. Another chill shot down my spine as I followed him through the crowd of people out the door and behind the building. After a quick look to make sure no one was around, he shoved me against the wall, kissing me with a fierce passion. Low guttural growls came from deep within his belly. My own desire took hold of me and my hands fumbled with his belt and zipper. He roughly groped my breasts, squeezing the tender flesh and pinching my hardened nipples. Ripping my shirt, he exposed my soft globes to the cool night air causing my nipples grow even harder as a breeze lightly drifted across them. He bent down, taking one nub into his mouth, sucking... biting. I was so lost in the moment, I barely noticed the sharp prick to my flesh. A mix of mild pain and absolutely exquisite pleasure enveloped me. I'd never experienced anything like it and before I knew it, an unexpected orgasm rocked through me. My head was spinning, my thoughts a jumbled mass. A dense fog settled around me for a few moments before being brought back to my senses by the sensation of him lifting my skirt and ripping my thong from my body. He picked me up with ease and slid me down onto his hard cock. I let out a muffled moan as he filled and stretched me. I felt as if he were going to rip me in two but once he started thrusting, my velvety walls gripping him tightly, the only thing I felt was euphoria. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I began riding him wildly. Dipping his head to my neck, he licked and sucked, his thrusts quickening. Low moans came from deep in his chest as his climax quickly approached. My head flew back as my body exploded in the most extraordinary orgasm of my life, but pleasure was once again mixed with a sudden stabbing pain. His head nestled in the crook of my neck, I could feel his teeth buried deep in my flesh... sucking... sucking... The lights started to dim, my body grew weak. My pulse that was thundering rapidly just moments ago was slowing... dropping to a dangerously low rate. Too weak to continue holding on to him, my arms fell limp at my sides and my legs dropped, my toes barely touching the ground. He continued to hold me tight against him... sucking... sucking... I started seeing flashes of white, a whooshing sound filled my ears as he drained the life out of me. I could feel myself slowly slipping away. All thoughts, all emotions, all sensations faded into almost nonexistence. Chosen There were three of us, Michelle, Karen and myself, heading north across country, driving to the Gold Coast to enjoy the spring break. It was nearly 1500 kilometres and there were some quite significant stretches where you could drive for ages and see nothing but trees and open country. We weren't in a great hurry. We were just three eighteen year old girls, for the first time off on our own with no parents to ride herd on us. We'd stop for a short break every couple of hours, grabbing a bite to eat at a roadhouse, using the facilities and switching drivers. We estimated two days for the trip. We aimed to do a thousand kilometres on the first day, leaving us with an easy five hundred on the second. It was the middle of the afternoon on the first day and we'd been driving for nearly two hours when we spotted a roadhouse, so we pulled in for a quick break. We had plenty of petrol so didn't bother about topping up the tank. We just headed straight into the café section, figuring on getting some coffee and a biscuit. What we got was a surprise. We'd no sooner sat down than a waitress came bustling up to us. She was about our age, and we would have assumed she'd greet us smiling and willing to serve. Not so. "Um, we're closed right now," she mumbled, not looking directly at any of us. "You'll have to leave. You should find another roadhouse about fifteen minutes down the road." Closed? She had to be kidding. Lights on, place wide open, her there ready to serve, and a big sign outside that boasted they were open 24/7. We were looking at each other (us three girls, that is, not the waitress and us) wondering if we should challenge her or just push on. I think it was two for one pushing on (I like to argue) but we didn't have to make a decision. A second waitress came bustling up to see what was going on. I pointed out that we'd just been told that the place was closed and we had to leave. The second waitress just held up a finger and told us to wait right there. Then she turned and dragged the first waitress away, and I could hear her saying something along the lines of, "Are you mad, Debbie? They're just what we need. More choice, you might say." Debbie seemed to be saying, "But, but. . ." and then they were out of earshot. I don't know exactly what the second waitress said to Debbie, because she was talking softly. Whatever it was it had a decided impact. Debbie seemed to brighten right up, nodding enthusiastically, and then came bouncing back to see us, all smiles and good cheer. "Sorry about that," she said cheerfully. "I had my instructions confused. Luckily, no harm done. May I take your order or do you want to browse the menu first?" We just exchanged glances, shrugged and ordered coffee and some sandwiches. Debbie smiled and bounced off to get it. We were the only ones in the place, although I had noticed a big truck parked over in the truck area, so I was a bit surprised at the speed with which Debbie delivered. She didn't have any speed. I was starting to wonder if she was baking the bread for the sandwiches when she finally trotted out, full of apologies for the delay. I will say this, despite the slow service the coffee and the sandwiches were excellent, and we were scoffing them down fast. Then Debbie came trotting up to replenish our coffee. "On the house as an apology for the mix up," she said, and then went bouncing off again. It seemed to me that something the second waitress had said to her had sure put a spark in her attitude. We had just about finished our coffee when there was the crash of a door slamming from the back of the roadhouse. Then King Kong came stomping in. This guy, who I assume was a truckie, came barging into the main café. A bit of a surprise as those guys usually have their own section with special menus and special prices. Anyway, as I was saying, King Kong walked in. This guy was all jeans and leather. They'd have had to skin a bull to make the leather jacket he was wearing, and a bloody big bull at that. He must have been over two metres in height and, at first glance, two metres in width. Second glance also suggested two metres in width. He was the biggest man I've ever seen. He came stomping into the café, looking all around. "Where are the fucking waitresses?" he rumbled. "Bloody wusses, the lot of them." I glanced around but both Debbie and the second waitress had made themselves scarce. Not that I blamed them. That was one scary guy. We just sat at our little table and said nothing. If we'd already paid I'd have been leading the charge out of the door, but we hadn't and we couldn't until Debbie returned. I was just deciding, 'the hell with it. We'll leave the money on the table' when King Kong turned and looked at us. He looked us over, nodding slowly. "I get it," he said, his voice a soft rumble. "Sacrificial offerings. I just take my choice. Cowardly wusses." I was confused and I'm quite sure Michelle and Karen were, too. What the hell did he mean by sacrificial offerings? "You lot, stand up," he ordered, pointing at us. When a man that size says stand up, you stand. Besides, standing meant we could start running. So we just looked at each other, shrugged, and stood. He looked at us and we looked at him. "They call me Mighty Joe, for some reason, but everyone shortens it to Joe. Who are you?" I knew the reason and I was hard put not to giggle. Mighty Joe Young was the name of a very large gorilla. I wondered how he'd react if I told him that. Common sense prevailed, so I didn't, just letting him know our first names. He looked at us and then he pointed to Michelle and Karen. "You two, sit down and shut up. I'll take that one." That one being me, I naturally asked what he meant and why was I so lucky as to be chosen. "I always get a fuck when I come here, but Sandra has gone to the city this week. I'd have used one of the other girls but they're hiding somewhere, cowardly wusses. Your friends look like wusses as well, but you look as though you'll survive. Take your clothes off." What a charming proposition. How could I possibly refuse? Quite easily, it turned out. "Thanks, but no thanks." Joe shrugged. "If that's the way you feel. Which one of your friends do you want me to fuck?" I blinked. "Excuse me?" "Which one of your friends do you want me to fuck? I'm going to take one of you and you were my first choice, but if not you, then you're going to have to give me a replacement." Joe was smiling and obviously determined. Michelle and Karen were looking aghast and staring at me. I was in a state of slight shock. "Um, you're saying that you either have sex with me, or if I refuse, you're going to take one of my friends?" Joe nodded, smiling. "And what do you do when they refuse?" I asked sweetly. "Fuck them anyway. One refusal is all I allow. Now take off your clothes or point which out which of your friends you'd like to see screwed." "Does it occur to you that the waitresses might be calling the police?" Joe just laughed. "They wouldn't dare, and if any cop is silly enough to come you can bet he'll be driving real slow. Be an hour or more before he gets here. Now, I'm waiting." Michelle was a virgin, I was sure of it. I couldn't point this monster at her. Karen, on the other hand had a boyfriend who she was madly in love with. They were already talking marriage. A session with this ape would probably destroy her relationship. It looked like I was going to be the bunny, like it or not. I didn't like it but I found the situation exciting which just shows how perverse I am. I'd always considered Michelle and Karen to be prettier than me, but Joe had ignored them and chosen me. I could feel heat starting to gather down low, and my heart was beating faster. I was going to be ravished in front of my friends and there was nothing I could do about it. Thinking of them watching while Joe's cock invaded me was stoking the fires. I don't think I'm an exhibitionist, but I couldn't help but wonder what it was going to be like. How did he intend to take me? God help me, I could feel my nipples getting into the act. They were puckering, pressing little tents against my blouse. Joe was looking at me and I didn't think that he'd be patient for much longer. Knowing what he intended to do my eyes drifted down and I swallowed nervously. His trousers were too loose to really show anything but I'd guess that he would have a pretty impressive set down below. I must be mad, because that knowledge got me even more excited. I could feel the heat rising and I was sure that I was getting wet. I was idly fiddling with a button on my blouse and it just popped open. I'm quite sure I didn't deliberately undo it. Whatever, Joe looked pleased. Things were going his way. I would never have thought that getting undressed in a public place, in front of both my friends and a gorilla who wanted to ravish me, would be exciting. I caught a shadowy movement behind Joe, and I knew where the missing waitresses were - in the kitchen, watching the show through one way glass. Nothing like an audience to spur you on. Another button slowly popped open and now my bra and cleavage was on show. Another button and very soon I was out of buttons. I looked at Michelle and Karen, but no help there. They were just staring at me, watching fascinated as I performed my strip-tease. Stifling a groan I slipped my blouse off and laid it on the table. I reached for the button to my shorts but Joe stopped me. "No. Finish the top first." With no choice I reached around and unhooked my bra, shrugging my shoulders so the straps slid onto my arms. Lent forward a little and the bra dropped free. I caught it and added it to the blouse. I have never been half naked in public before and never want to be again. My breasts don't really need the support of a bra and they were standing proudly, my nipples leading the way. I could just about feel Joe's hot gaze on them. Now it was back to my shorts, unbuttoning and running down the zip. I took hold of the waistband and started to wriggle out of them. Slowly. I was wriggling out of then very slowly, feeling the heat and excitement building as I pushed them down. I collected my panties along the way, and first my nice smooth mons came into view and then the top of my slit. For the first time in my life I found myself wishing I had a great big hairy bush to hide behind, but I was as smooth as a baby's butt and it was now all on display. I dropped the shorts and panties and stepped out of them, bending to pick them up and add them to my other things. So there I was. Stark staring naked in the middle of a public roadhouse with a gorilla checking me out. Joe just grunted and gave a nod. Of approval, I hoped. Then he undid his belt and dropped his own trousers, stepping clear of them. I bit my lip and prayed I wouldn't start sniggering. I flicked a glance at my friends and saw them looking down. Karen's shoulders were shaking and if she actually started laughing I'd kill her. Why were we laughing? You see a man of Joe's size and you imagine his equipment would be the same size. Big or even bigger than big. Joe's erection, on the other hand looked minuscule against his enormous bulk. For the life of me I couldn't see why the waitresses had been worried about having to tackle Joe's tackle. I've had boyfriends with more impressive equipment. (Not that I've necessarily let them use it on me. I'm not a tart.) I still felt nervous about being fucked right there and then, but I wasn't actually scared. Also I was surprised to notice my excitement dying down a little. Disappointed at what Joe had, I guess. About that time a little voice started whispering to me. Remember optical illusions. Something big can make other things seem smaller than they really are. Ignore Joe. Measure that cock against something else. Now it's a bit hard to ignore a man the size of a house, especially when he's pointing his cock at you with evil intent. Still, I managed it, and started comparing the size of his cock against things in the vicinity. Like that bottle of coke in the fridge next to him. Fucking hell. I found myself fervently hoping that it was a 375ml bottle in the fridge and not the larger size, but I was very much afraid that it wasn't. Joe was now moving towards me. He was surprisingly graceful on his feet for such a large man. I couldn't help noticing that as he got nearer his size became irrelevant and I was comparing a certain item of his anatomy to how big I was. Impressive cocks I have seen seemed to suddenly shrink in my memory. My mouth went dry while, in direct contrast, I was practically squirting moisture down below. Karen, I noticed, had suddenly lost her desire to laugh. Then Joe was right there in front of me. He just casually reached out and picked me up. "Legs wide," he snapped, and then he was lowering me onto him. It was legs wide, all right. I was giving him the maximum room possible. I found myself settling down onto his erection. Thank god for a perversity that got me all worked up when I should have been running away, screaming. I could feel Joe slipping into me, and I was wet enough to let him slide smoothly against my passage. Mind you, it was a stretch, but I was handling it, partly because Joe was taking his time, letting me slide slowly down his pole. Any humour we may have felt in the size of his tackle had long gone. It may not have been the biggest cock around, as some of the guys at the university boast of larger ones, but it was certainly a decent size. Since he was sticking it in me, I prefer to think of it as being of an indecent size. My legs were around his waist, trying to make sure that if he dropped me I didn't get killed by that damn spear of his. Moving slowly I was sure I could handle him because, really, he wasn't that large, but I was going to make damn sure that slowly was the way it went until I was handling him. Joe seemed amused by my efforts to control my descent. "Just relax," he rumbled. "It'll fit. At least, you're not a wuss like the others." He was right. It did fit. I settled on to him and that was that. He was in me. It was a question of now what? I couldn't really see him standing there, lifting me up and down his pole, or jogging on the spot so I bounced up and down. What did he plan to do? I managed to flick a glance at Karen and Michelle. They were looking both appalled and impressed. I must say that tended to mirror my own feelings. I was appalled at what was happening but impressed in the way I was handling it. I wonder what sort of reputation this would give me. Joe took one stride so that we were next to the table that the girls were sitting at. Reaching down he grabbed one of my legs and peeled it away from his waist, using it a lever to turn me around on his cock. Any other man would have pulled out, turned me over and then stuck me again. Not Mighty Joe. He just rolled me over, letting me fall forward so my hands landed on the table to stop my face landing on it. Then he levered my legs onto the table, sliding me forward slightly, so I finished up face own, legs splayed while Joe stood behind me in a comfortable position. Comfortable for him, anyway. It seemed I was to be fucked in a modified doggy style, spread out on the table with Karen and Michelle sitting either side, able to see everything. God forbid that should miss any of the action. Looking straight ahead I could see the main road with cars whizzing past every so often. It they looked this way they'd have a nice view of me being given five star service in the roadhouse. Joe finally got with the action. He started slowly, just sliding in and out, letting me get used to him. It wasn't too bad. It improved significantly when I started moving with him, pushing gently to meet him. After feeling me out like this for a while Joe stepped up the pace. He started banging me hard, driving in firmly, and I stepped up my reaction to meet him. I was now starting to get the excitement I'd been anticipating and I could hear Lust strolling up, hands behind his back and whistling a rude ditty as he came closer. Joe was really giving me a good fuck by this stage, driving in hard, not particularly worried about how I'd handle him, as I'd been doing OK to that point. I was gasping and squeaking, making little sounds of excitement as he drove into me. Lust was now sitting on my pussy, laughing and egging me on. Excitement was ripping into me, even more so when Joe reached around and started mauling my breasts. I figured I was going to have an orgasm at any time, the way Joe was going. That was fine by me, just as long as he didn't fire off his own until mine was there. That's when he did manage to shock me. One moment we were galloping along at a fair old pace and then he leans over and whispers in my ear. "OK. That's enough foreplay. Let's get to it." Foreplay? Was he kidding? Ah, no, he wasn't. Just like that his tempo almost doubled, slamming into me at a pace I was going to find impossible to match. Not that it mattered, at that point. A few powerful strokes at his new speed and I was gone. I had a climax, my orgasm ripping into me and turning everything inside out while I shuddered and shivered from the force of it. Now everyone knows that when you have a climax it's going to take time to get yourself together again. I was sort of aware that Joe was still pounding me at a fair old rate, but I was assuming that this was just the dying strokes of his little effort. Then his hand was slapping against my bottom, and that was a very big hand. "Come on, woman," he was yelling. "Stop stuffing about and get with the action." So I got with the action. In sheer self-defence I found myself humping my behind, lifting and pushing against him as he came thundering in. In no time flat I was squealing and gasping, Lust was roaring its head off at my predicament and all the excitement that had died down after my orgasm came hurrying back, eager to re-join the fun. I turned my head and I found I was looking at Michelle. She was watching Joe surging back and forth, or I should say, noting where she was looking, she was watching Joe's cock surging back and forth. From the look on her face I couldn't tell if she was deciding 'never in this lifetime' or 'I want to try that'. By forcing myself I was able to turn and look at Karen. She was watching in exactly the same way Michelle was. Joe was apparently the star attraction. I wondered if she was comparing Joe to her boyfriend. Then I was looking out the window again. As well as the traffic I could see a reflection of myself with Joe behind me, hammering into me. It was oddly fascinating to see myself being ravished, my bottom bouncing up and down as Joe took his pleasure. He just kept on and on. My excitement had started high after my climax and was rapidly scaling the heights to insanely high. I was gasping and squealing, totally out of control and at the mercy of Joe, not that he was having any. I couldn't sustain what was happening, of course. My pussy was feeling too sensitive and the excitement was just too much for me. I climaxed again, screaming this time as it thundered through me, and I'll swear it was a lot more intense than the first time. I vaguely heard Joe mutter something, then his cock seemed to go berserk, thundering hard into me and then turning on like a fire-hose. This time when my climax died down Joe let me slump to the table. I could feel him withdrawing but I was too stunned to care. His deep voice rumbled something and then I sensed him moving away. Karen and Michelle got me back to a semblance of alertness, and then Debbie, the missing waitress, arrived. "If you grab your clothes and come this way you can use the shower," she told me. "No charge." Chosen I didn't hit her. I went with her quite quietly and had a nice shower. With a bit of luck I used every drop of hot water in the place. After I dressed I joined the others. Debbie was there with our bill. "Debbie," I said, smiling sweetly, "you can take that bill and shove it where Joe wanted to shove his cock. You deliberately set us up. Now piss off." Debbie blushed, grabbed the bill and left. "Let's go," I said to the others. "I think I've had enough of this place." We drove off, Karen driving, Michelle in the front seat next to her while I relaxed in the back. "What did that ape say when he was leaving," I asked. "I heard him say something but I was too spaced out to take it in." "Ah, he said that you weren't bad and that he supposed a little variety was good," said Karen. "Bastard," I muttered. "Oh, and he also told Michelle that if he runs into us further down the road she should take off her panties because he thinks he'll enjoy trying her out." "You're kidding. What did you say, Michelle?" "Nothing. I just sent up a prayer hoping that we don't meet him again." "Unlikely. He's gone and we're on the way to the Gold Coast." "Except he did drive off in the same direction we're going," said Karen. "Let's just hope that he speeds."