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Break

By: Nimil



Jonathan ran a long thin finger up the back of Jacob's neck before moving in front of him. Jacob was tied to a chair, his mouth gagged with a hankerchef, and his eyes showed his fear. Jonathan laughed as he took in the site before him. Jacob had been stripped down to his boxers. He sat there, sweating, and wriggling his arms, trying to get free, but only succeeding in scraping up his wrists. Jonathan now sat before him, on the big iron canopy bed. His orange cat eye contacts staring holes in Jacob's muscular features.

"Have you ever had a man before Jacob?" Jonathan questioned him mockingly. He knew the answer to the question, but he enjoyed taunting the youth.

Jacob's reply was a fearful shake of the head and the muffled sounds of what could have been the word "NO!". He rocked the chair a bit, struggling against his bindings. Jonathan eyed the small scrapes on Jacob's wrists "Careful..you might end up bleeding...what a mess that would be" Jonathan laughed again, amused by what he was going to do to his bound friend.

Jacob's mind reeled with fear and thoughts. The ropes dug deep into his flesh, and he knew there was no excape from his aparently insane roommate.

Jonathan walked slowly towards Jacob, all the while, looking at the young man's somewhat stiffening manhood. "Are you enjoying this?" Jonathan said cruely as he stood just inches from Jacob. "Perhaps I should do something about that.." Jonathan's eyes lingered on the stiffening member

Jacob didn't know why, but he could feel himself getting hard. He didn't understand why, he wasn't turned on...It was probably just the fear and adrenaline.

Jonathan began to undress, first taking off his silken black shirt, then his black leather pants, leaving him standing nude before the bound man's eyes. his body was magnificent. He was tall, thin, and pale. A gothic dream. His body had not a mark or blemish on it. He had a small patch of pubic hair, neatly trimmed into a small triangle. The hair revealed his true hair colour, which was a dark brown colour. Below the patch of hair rose a stately 7 inch cock, which was completely hard, and even showing some precum.

Jacob immediately started shaking the chair, muffled screams came from his mouth, and his eyes were wide with terror. He knew what was going to happen. and he knew he would not enjoy it.

Jonathan removed some of the ropes, freeing him from the chair, but not freeing his hands or feet. Even though he looked so thin, Jonathan was able to pick Jacob up, and using some of the extra rope, tied his hands to the poles of the canopy bed. his head facing the head of the bed. his feet were bound in the same fashion, leaving him prone to anything Jonathan had in mind.

Jacob gave up after that. He knew there was no way out of it. If Jonathan could pick up him, he knew there was no way for him to excape. He hung his head, and a tear trickled from one eye. He steadied his breath, and waiting for the terrible things to start.

The first sensation, was moments later. a cool sensation, and then a sharp, stabbing pain in his anus told him what was going on. Jonathan had worked a finger inside of him, and was now swiftly moving it back and forth. his other hand snaked around and played with Jacob's hardening member. Jonathan smiled, hearing the muffled cries of his bound roommate.

A second finger was soon worked into Jacob's tight hole, and soon a third. Jacob felt warm, and sick inside. He prayed that it would all stop, and tried to block out the sensations in his own cock. Jonathan was slowly sliding his hand up and down Jacob's shaft as he pushed those fingers as deep as he possibly could, stroking the spot that caused even the straightest man to shiver in pleasure. When he felt Jacob was ready enough, he slowly removed them, and without taking his other hand away from Jacob's now pulsing cock, slowly eased himself into Jacob's loosened anus. At that moment, Jacob's body completely stiffened, and a shout was heard behind the gag.

Jonathan burried himself inside of Jacob, relishing the quiet wimpers from under the gag, as he thrusted violently, without care for the other man. the bed shook, and banged aganst the wall. Jacob prayed that Virgil would hear the noise and inquire what was going on. But Virgil never came, and Jonathan just kept pounding into him. He tried to clear his mind. To step outside of this horrible act. He tried to block out the feeling in his groin, and the pulsing member inside of him. He knew that Jonathan would cum soon. He just had to block it out for just a little longer, and then he could get away from him.

Noticing that Jacob was trying to block out this atrocity, Jonathan thrust himself deeper and deeper. He would break Jacob. Yes. Break him right in two. If that's what it took to dominate him. Jacob felt as if he were being torn apart. He felt each violent thrust opening him, deeper and deeper. It brushed against his prostate, and his own traitorous member throbbed. He hated Jonathan. Oh how he hated him. The hate blocked out the pain, but not the pleasurable sensation in his loins. Soon, to his dismay, and Jonathan's delight, he was spurting white fluid in strings across the bed.

Jonathan laughed and wispered into his ear "You know...I'm centuries old...I'm old enough to be your ancestor...You could be fucking an ancestor..." He would ruin him yet. Upon hearing that, Jacob heaved into his gag, but since his mouth was blocked, the vomit slid back down his throat with a sickening thickness that made his stomach knot its self. A toothy grin slid across Jonathan's face and he pounded away with the satisfaction that his plan was working. Moments later his own member exploded inside of Jacob, but from it came not semen, but a thick blood substance, for Jonathan /was/ a vampire, and therefore could not expell normal, human, fluids. The blood shot though Jacob, and he felt the world spin. Something was wrong here, but he could not tell what. He saw blood drip from him, but he expected that was what happened when one was raped. Jonathan withdrew and re-clothed himself. Jacob muffeled from behind the vomit laden gag, but Jonathan ignored him, and after switching off the lights, he left the room, leaving Jacob nude, violated, and tied to his bed. 

Break a Drought



This is an entry in the 2007 How To Contest. Please take a moment to vote on this and the other entries

As I lay in my bath tonight, listening to the rain on the roof and bemoaning my bad luck, it occurred to me that luck, good or bad, had nothing to do with it. This was no less than a gift.

I am a drought breaker. More accurately, I, my family and friends are drought breakers. 

In these times of widespread water shortage, I cannot in good conscience kept this revelation to myself.

I must pass on this gift. 

However, before I do, I should add this one little disclaimer: I am used to working with the Australian rain gods. I know their foibles, their likes and dislikes. You may need to fine-tune this valuable information to suit your individual climactic deities.

There are some universally known methods of bringing minor downpours.

The best known of these is to wash your car, preferably inside and out and wax it as well. This must be done by hand; running the car through the automatic carwash will not work. Effort is required to get the desired result. 

To add an almost ironclad guarantee to the upcoming precipitation, it would help if you need to travel over road works immediately after standing back to admire the gleaming clean machine before you.

Airing quilts, blankets and other heavy bedding is also a sure fire rain bringer but only if you hang said items out and then leave the house for the day. You will return home exactly ten minutes too late to bring them in before they are soaked.

These methods will sometimes bring a good fall. More usually, they will result in enough rain to wash the dust off the roof and give the grass the will to grow past mowing height rather than a good steady drought-breaking downpour.

For that kind of rain, you need to drag out the big guns.

To truly excite the rain gods, organise an outdoor celebration. One that cannot be cancelled at the last minute and rescheduled.

The absolute best of these is a wedding.

I have been involved in four outdoor weddings that were particularly memorable for their effect on the climate.

At my own, the rain -- a torrential tropical style cloudburst -- began five minutes before the park ceremony was to begin. The rain ceased an hour later, with minor flooding. I was married, not surrounded by flowers and smiling well-wishers in a park, but surrounded by poker machines and bedraggled, steaming grumpy folk in a club. 

A friend chose a beautiful rotunda in a park overlooking the ocean. It wasn't so nice in a 30-knot gale with the rain driving in diagonally from the sea.

My niece nearly gnawed her (fake) fingernails off on her wedding day as the showers came and went and came back again. She did manage to be wed in a rose garden, with a sinking feeling as her high heels bogged in the mud.

Then there was the country couple who were married under the Sydney Harbour Bridge as the rain fell, the celebrant pausing as trains rattled overhead. The reception was held on a tall ship, cruising Sydney Harbour -- a truly beautiful setting. Except of course that is was pouring with rain and we all spend the entire cruise below deck, viewing the bar. 

If the idea of nuptials makes you break out in hives, a family reunion may bring rain. But be warned, this type of event can also result in heat waves and dust storms (at least that's what's happened for me).

Not in the mood for a get together? All right. We come to the sure fire, never fail method of bringing rain to parched lands -- start a building or renovation project.

In my experience, nothing brings in the storm clouds faster than removing roofing materials. A simple three-day resheeting job took three weeks as the poor roofers tussled with the weather.

The same applies to wall cladding -- pull off any cladding and, as soon as the inner lining is revealed, before you can say, "Where's the tarpaulin", the drops will fall.

But nothing, absolutely nothing, guarantees steady rains as much as building from scratch. Dig a hole for foundations -- it will become a well overnight. Lay formwork for a concrete pour -- it will be a pond by the next day. 

Suppose you manage to get the foundations down. Now you have to lay the flooring before the frame goes up. Go to it, put down that sheeting. Don't bother covering it: "It'll be right. It hasn't rained in months". I guarantee it will rain. Lots. For weeks.

Prepare your yard to take lawn. Dig it up, rake it out flat and level, and remove every imperfection. Go to bed tired, aching and happy in the knowledge that when the turf is laid tomorrow it will be best-looking lawn in the civilised world.

Wake up in the middle of the night. Yep, that's right. It's raining, hard. Hard enough to make little rivulets through your beautifully prepared bowling green.

What? I hear you scoff: "It's not that easy. Our rain gods are not so easily fooled." 

Don't bet on it.

Get together with your friends and neighbours, synchronise with the bod down the street who needs a new roof, and plan ahead. Get all the work happening on the same weekend.

Make sure at least three people intone the mantra: "We'll be fine, as long as it doesn't rain." This must be said on separate occasions, by different people. And must be dismissed immediately as a frivolous thought.

What rain god could resist an open roof, a scraped bare yard, a fresh, wet concrete slab and a garden party all in one weekend?

Now stand back and have your umbrella ready. 

Oh, and be sure your gutters are clear and your boat's shipshape, just in case. 



Break a Leg



I had been on the Ortho service for only a few days when I got paged by 2E, and was told I needed to come cath a woman with a fractured femur. I started up to 2E, wondering why they called me (male intern)- most female caths were done by nurses. In fact, I could not recall EVER doing one, except during the delivery of a baby when we worried that a full bladder was interfering with the delivery (it was).

When I got to 2E, the nurse showed me to a private room and the patient, a beautiful blonde 19y/o girl who had been hit by a car in the cross-walk that morning. Her femur was broken high up, and I could see her lower abdomen distended- she was a thin girl but her full bladder made her look pregnant. And her broken femur had caused swelling so that the leg extended over her vulva. Apparently several nurses had "tried" to find the urethra, and now they had ME (who had done one simple cath before).

I couldn't think of any way to bail out, so I began. I introduced myself to the patient and explained what I proposed to do (she already knew). She was heavily sedated with morphine, so she was sort of feeling good, but hurting, and a little "out of it".

I took some betadine and rubbed it between her legs, but could not see what I was rubbing. I tried "pushing" the swollen leg tissue out of the way, but that caused her pain. Eventually I just took one finger (covered with KY lubricant) and poked it in between her legs. I rubbed it up, then down, trying to find "the anatomy". I sort of could feel where her vagina was, and after the third pass I could feel her clitoris (getting stiff).

"What are you going to do that the nurses couldn't do?" she asked. "And is what you are doing now part of it?"

I explained that her leg was so swollen that we could not SEE her vulva, nor her urethra, which is why nobody had been able to pass the catheter- I was just trying to determine "about where it might be" and told her I thought I had a pretty good idea so I would gently "try"- and she should tell me if it hurt because I would stop.

I explained that if I could not drain her bladder this way, we would have to put a catheter in through her lower abdominal wall, which was a minor surgical procedure- if I could "get lucky" we could avoid that because once the catheter was in, her bladder would drain.

I again ran my well-lubed finger up and down a couple of times, then with the finger in place, I took the catheter in my other hand and sort of "poked" it just below my finger- which I guess was on her now stiff clitoris. I did this again and again, asking if it hurt to tell me.

She finally said, "it doesn't hurt, not at all..." I moved my finger down and again used it to brace the catheter against as it poked forward- and on about the 10th try she shuddered and said, "sorry, I couldn't help that."

A few tries more and I actually felt the catheter slide forward and before I could reposition the end, urine squirted out the end of the catheter under the pressure of her distended bladder- onto me. and the bed. She had more than 1000cc. in that bladder. I taped down the cath and the nurse went to get dry bedding- once she was out of the room, the patient said to me, "that probably is going to be the most fun I have while in the hospital! PLUS not having the full bladder feels wonderful in its own right. I guess I owe YOU a good time, OK?"

I was flustered and pleased... but simply said, "thank you, I am happy I got lucky and could help you." I am pretty sure the nurse in the room could see how much of a hard-on I had because I was wearing flimsy scrub pants.

She laughed, "it was ME who got lucky! But next time we meet you will really get lucky."

I knew she was confused by the narcotics, but I blushed anyway. Or maybe it was knowing that the nurse knew how excited I was. The patient never looked me up, but I think of her often when I am horny. The nurse did manage to seduce me in the coming week - apparently she had been excited by watching me finger this broken girl over and over until she had an orgasm. Not surprising that Ginger (the nurse) insisted that I use my finger on her pussy for a long time before she allowed intercourse.



Break & Enter



A dark room.

A young woman, about 23, is rifling through drawers, the usual excuse: looking for things to steal for some quick cash. 

To her surprise, she is grabbed from behind, and though she struggles hard, whoever is holding her is stronger than she. Eventually she calms down, and the man says into her ear, "That was a big mistake, trying to rob a cop's house..." 

He drags her across the room and throws her down on the bed, pinning her down with his body before she has the chance to try to escape. he says "Well, well well...I think I'm going to have to cuff you and call some mates to take you off to the station."

She starts to beg him not to, saying she'll do anything he wants. 

"Anything, hmm?" 

He decides he might as well have some fun. He ties her hands behind her with some article of clothing pulled from a drawer, grabs her hair, forcing her to kneel in front of him. Pulling at her thin shirt, it tears easily and he sees she's not wearing anything underneath it. As he pinches a nipple cruelly, he tells her to open her mouth and suck his cock, and she reluctantly complies, fearing he will twist her nipple clean off. Impatient with her clumsy sucking, he takes hold of her head and forces himself all the way into her throat. She makes pained whimpering noises as her face is pressed up against his stomach, and he tells her to get his cock good and wet because he wants to fuck her arse.

He pulls out of her mouth, and she starts to beg and plead for him not to fuck her there, she's never had a man take her there before, but he pushes her over roughly so she falls onto her shoulders and knees. He impatiently pushes her skirt up to her waist and pulls her kickers down. He puts the head of his cock at the entrance to her arse, and grabs her hair and starts pulling her back, making her impale herself on him. 

She cries out in pain and pleads "No!" but this just makes him angrier, and he shoves his cock the rest of the way into her. She screams and tries to wriggle away from him, but he holds tightly onto her hair and tied wrists, and waits for her to exhaust herself and submit to his will. Sobbing and panting quietly, she eventually stops trying to get away, and he begins fucking her arse. Thrusting slowly at first, he becomes faster and rougher with her until he's nearly ready to cum. 

He pulls out of the girl's arse and flips her over, pulling her mouth open and cumming into her mouth and over her lips, telling her to lick it all up and swallow. She pleads with him to let her go, saying he's had his fun and she's learned her lesson, but he just laughs, and says he hasn't had any fun with her pussy yet. She tries to get up and run, not getting far because he slaps her hard across the face and she falls back onto the bed. Taking more things like ties from drawers, he ties her spreadeagled to the bed with a couple of pillows under her arse, exposing her completely. 

He leaves the room for a little while, leaving the girl to struggle against her bonds and curse her predicament. When he returns, he's carrying a bag with several items in it. First, he uses some scissors to cut her clothes completely off. Then, he pulls out a police baton. He runs it lightly over her skin, and she breathes sharply, fearing he will beat her with it. Soon she feels it pressing into her cunt, but she can't twist away from it, and in it slides. He presses into her slowly but firmly stopping only when it can't possibly go any further and the girl wails in pain. He pulls it out quickly and just as fast shoves the baton into her arsehole, causing another squeal from her.

Searching in the bag again, he pulls out two small vise grips. He straddles her torso and takes one breast, squeezing the nipple and making it harden, then fixing the grip around it, squeezing it closed until the girl's face scrunched up with agony. He squeezes the grip even closer, and she strains against the material which ties her down, desperate to get away. Leaning down, he takes her other breast and sucks on the nipple gently, giving it almost the opposite treatment to the other, but soon places a clamp on that nipple too. Tears run down the girl's face as the blinding pain in her nipples overwhelms her. 

His cock hard again now, he moves down to kneel between her legs. Without ceremony he forces himself into cunt, made tighter by the presence of the baton he had shoved into her arse. As he thrusts into her, he sometimes squeezes her breasts and nipples, sometimes scratches his fingers down her body, leaving red marks. He moves one hand to her cunt, finding her clit, and begins to rub and twist it. To her shame, the girl's body responds to the stimulation, and she begins to breathe deeply, her stuffed cunt getting wetter. Just as she is about to near orgasm, he reaches up and twists the grip holding her nipple, so that she is subjected to intense amounts of both pain and pleasure.

Her cunt clamped around his cock, and he began slamming into her, turned on by the look of exquisite agony on her face and the tears rolling down it. She didn't know how long he continued to fuck her, but eventually he collapses on top of her and she can feel his cum leaking from her cunt, along with her own juices.

He pulls out of her cunt and removes the baton from her arse, leaving her feeling rather empty, then removes the vise grips quickly, making the girl scream as the blood rushed back into her nipples.

He unties her, hands her the shreds of her clothes, and warns her not to even think of reporting this otherwise he has quite a few friends who'd just love to take advantage of a slut like her. With that he pushes her out of his house and into the alley that runs behind it.



Break and Enter



As she lay quietly in her bed, she thought she heard a noise. She tensed, listening for something more but heard nothing. When she had almost drifted to sleep, the noise repeated itself. This time, she sat up in bed and cocked her head to the side to listen for more. Though she heard nothing, she could sense a presence in the room. For the first time, she wished she slept with some sort of light on. She didn't want to move for fear that something might happen. 

It felt as though she sat there in her bed for hours before she felt it safe to go to bed. She must have been sensing the presence in paranoia. However, the minute she put her head back on the pillow, somebody grabbed her arms and pinned them to her sides. Before she could scream, she felt a hand cover her mouth – was there more than one person here? she thought. Her squirming was no match for these powerful arms. A voice spoke as she felt the barrel of a gun pressing to her temple, 

"Stay quiet and do as I say, and you won't die."

Though she didn't want to comply, she felt she had no choice. As the hand slowly came away from her mouth, she remained silent. A small light was lit and placed in the opposite corner of the room. She could now see two male bodies, but not any detail. One body left the room, leaving her alone with one man. This seemed to be the same man who had whispered to her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tired to hold them back. 

"Don't cry," the voice whispered. 

"It could be worse." She now felt her sheets and blankets being peeled away, revealing her body, clad in only a tank top and flannel shorts. Before doing anything else, the man turned on her bedside lamp. She could not see his face, because he wore a mask, but she could see his steely blue eyes. The man's eyes moved up and down her body, soaking her in. 

"I've been watching you a long time and waiting for this," he sighed. She tried to squirm, but he just tightened his hold on her. 

"Not a good idea," he said, looking towards the gun that was placed on the nightstand, just inches from her head. 

"Lucky me, you have a four-poster bed," he said as he tied her wrists to two of the posts. He now jumped onto her double bed, straddling her. She tried to turn her face away, but he grabbed her chin and pulled it back. 

"Don't even think about looking away," he growled. He then began to kiss her clamped lips, trying to pry them open with his tongue. When she wouldn't give, he reminded her again about the gun and asked her to comply. She then let him in so he could explore the depths of her mouth with his tongue. After what seemed like hours, he took his mouth away from hers and started kissing her neck. His hands had remained away until now – he now started to fondle her breasts over top of her tank top. Unfortunately, her nipples were responding, becoming hard and tingly. 

"Mmm, nice," he mumbled between kisses. He realized he couldn't get her tank top off since her arms were tied, so he bunched the material up around her armpits and looked at her medium-sized breasts. He then brought his mouth down, taking a nipple and sucking it. As he did this, he began rubbing his body against hers, causing her to shift up and down on the bed. Her tears were now flowing freely, even though her eyes were shut tight. As he sucked on one nipple and then the other, he fondled her breasts, rolling the free nipple between his fingertips. The more she struggled, the more it seemed to turn him on, so she finally lay limp. At this moment, he paused to undress, and she saw his large manliness waiting to be satisfied. 

"Thank god I didn't tie up your legs," he chuckled as he pulled her flannel boxers down her legs and threw them on the floor. 

"And I am not disappointed in this either," he said as he placed his hand on her nicely shaved mound. She let a small yelp escape her lips, and he immediately slapped her across the face as a warning. She attempted to stay silent as he ran his hand up and down her slit. 

"You definitely need to be a little wetter than this, hon," he whispered as he started working her clitoris. She tried to clamp her legs shut, but he wouldn't have that. He took his legs and spread hers wide apart, revealing her virgin pussy to his hungry eyes. He rubbed up and down, and then finally inserted one finger deep inside of her. She jerked from the shock of it, as he began shoving his finger in and pulling it out quickly. Against her will, she began to become excited. Her hips began slowly shifting to increase her pleasure. 

The man laughed. He inserted two more fingers and kept them going, while taking his other hand and fingering her clit. He decided it was time for something different, as the girl was getting extremely wet. He pushed both of her legs up and out, so they were almost against her arms, and he buried his face into her pussy, shoving his tongue inside her dripping hole. He could not see her reaction, but he could feel her pushing up against him. She was coming close to orgasm! This turned him on, and he knew he needed to do something soon. However, he stifled his feelings and continued to fuck her with his tongue. Holding her legs with one arm, he took the other hand and massaged her pussy while tonguing her. Before she had a chance to do anything, he left her pussy, grabbed his penis, and placed his head at her vulva. He knew she would scream, so he placed one hand over her mouth before she had the chance. 

"Don't scream, or it'll be harder," he said, as he slowly pushed his throbbing cock into her convulsing pussy. He did this slowly for a while until she seemed to be used to it. Finally, he decided it was time, and he plunged his cock deep into her. She yelped into his hand as he shoved harder and deeper. It didn't take long for him to come. Once done, he let his body weight crush her temporarily. After a minute or so, he got up and put her legs back down. She had rivulets of tears going down her face, and he kissed them. 

"Thanks, babe," he said and left the room.



Break Down



"This trip is just what I need", she sigh's, I reply that I was looking forward to it too. My wife Sue and I were on the way to our first vacation in 15 years. We booked two weeks in Mexico, and were on the way to the airport.

Since we live in a rural area the airport was 3 hours drive away,our flight leaves at 6 in the morning and it's now 2 a.m. There is no traffic on the road , and feeling somewhat excited I slip my hand into her lap and start to play with her pussy, Sue purrs and slinks down in her seat, puts one foot up on the dash to give me better access and then pulls her panties aside. I slip my fingers into her soft wet folds and she moans " Oh baby you wait..... I'm gonna give you the best fucking you've ever had......" I keep playing , flicking her clit with my finger til she cums, " oh Yeah.... no, don't stop, just a little more.....Oh, I'm CUMMMMING!!." She arches her back and raises her ass off the seat, I smile and slip my pussy lubed fingers into her ass, she squeals and pushes down on them grinding her ass and pussy into the seat and my fingers. 

After a few minutes she straightens herself up, and moves over to me, grabbing my balls and giving them a squeeze, my cock stirs and begins to grow, I put my arm around her as she unzips my pants, "What no underwear? You are Naughty", sue starts to lower her head when the car starts to slow down, "what the hell"? I asked no-one in particular. I move to the shoulder and it dies completely. We are completely in the dark, no lights at all not even a click from the starter, "Damned alternator must have quit!"

"Well what now?" Sue asks, "I guess we'll have to hope someone comes along soon." I reply, "we have an hours leeway , and someone has to come along in an hour." That was wishful thinking, the road was pretty deserted at this hour. I lit a cigarette and poured some coffee out of the thermos, and after throwing the butt out the window and drinking half of my coffee I saw lights in the mirror, "quick give me the flashlight" I said, Sue handed it to me and I jumped out of the car and turned it on, waving it back and forth as a signal. 

A large car stopped just behind us and two lovely women stepped out, the first was blonde, 5' 9" around 125 pounds,she had large breasts that hung heavily under a dark red sweater, large round hips in a tight miniskirt and thigh high black boots completed her ensemble,"got trouble sweetie? " she asked. "Yeah, stupid car broke down and we're going to the airport."

"Well so are we" offered her companion " want a lift?" The second one had a flaming red mane the went to her ass, her tits were smaller but stood at attention, her nipples pushing out in response to the cool air, and she wore the same black mini skirt and boots as her companion. This is the decision I regret, "Yeah, that would be great."

"All right then grab your stuff."

I got Sue out of our car and into the back seat of their's with the red head and then loaded our suit cases into the trunk, hopped in the front beside, the blonde." I'm Bob, and this is my wife Sue, we sure appreciate this, Ladies."

"Oh don't mention it I'm sure you would do the same, " says blondie "I'm raylene and this is Rhonda. "

"Pleased to meet you both" Sue said. " So where you off to?" Rhonda asks Sue, " Oh we're going to Mexico, two weeks of fun, and thanks to you we'll actually get there!"

"Yes you will!. I felt a poke in my side, and then black.

I heard voices low at first, then getting louder, I jerked to full consciousness, remembering the car, I tried to move but found my self restrained. I looked up and saw Sue directly across from me, bound to a metal frame work, completely naked and still asleep, her pussy was bald, somone had shaved her pubic hair , I tried to call out but my mouth was gagged , and the only noise I made was a grunt."mmmmmmm.. ou er" I shouted, but I could barely hear my own voice. I looked around the room, we were in some sort of gym or workout room, but different, metal eyes were in the walls, mats on the floor, and a trough in one corner. There were no windows, and it was warm, I was sweating a little, I looked down and discovered that I too was completely naked and my cock and balls had also been shaved bald. I tried to find the owners of the voices but could see no-one." What the fuck is happening" ,screaming this at myself since I was gagged and no-one could hear anyway.

After a few minutes I heard, from somewhere to my right, a door open then close, not a bang or a slam more of a whoosh of air moving, then a click of a lock. I swiveled my head and saw the women from the car. I gave them my most menacing stare, they laughed "so you think you might scare us with that look?" Rhonda moved closer to me and took my cock in her hands, and said," looks like someone likes this Bob ". My cock stiffened at her touch, she started to stroke it squeezing very hard at the base and pulling it slowly, my cock became more rigid than ever before, Rhonda leaned forward and licked my nipple, it stiffened as she sucked it with her tongue, she moved her hand to cup and caress my balls while she flicked my nipple with her tongue, then she clamped down hard with her teeth and at the same instant squeezed my balls hard, my body stiffened in agony, the pain searing up from my groin to my nipple then back as she squeezed and bit, then I noticed that my cock had grown harder, the veins were standing out and it had gone dark red ,almost purple. Rhonda slid her other hand to my ass and fingered my hole, Raylene appeared behind me and slapped some lube on my ass and worked a butt plug in as she chomped down on my shoulder, " this will get you ready for later," she hissed in my ear. The combination was too much and I started to cum, but Rhonda was quick, she squeezed my balls harder and bit harder on my nipple, the pain was all I felt and my orgasm disapeared as quickly as it came. 

"So you want to cum?" I nodded YES, "too fucking bad, you'll cum when I decide." Raylene spoke up saying I had to be punished for nearly cumming, she had a paddle and started to smack my ass, at first it did'nt hurt, my balls and nipple were stinging from their punishment, so she paddled me harder until I grunted, then harder till I howled, Rhonda removed my gag and told Raylene to beat my ass till I woke my wife up, and she did, as she pounded my ass with her paddle, Rhonda got a small whip and started whipping my balls soft at first then harder, soon I was screaming to for them to stop, I looked at Sue who was beginning to stir, she lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes opened wide in shock. She tried to move against her bonds,her tits swayed as she moved and I felt my cock stiffen even more seeing her struggle."So you like your wife's bald cunt do you?" I nodded that I did, and felt a hard stinging smack on my balls, I grunted in pain, "speak when spoken to, do you like her bald cunt you slut boy?"

"Yes, I love it." Another smack on my balls, "you will call us Mistress, do you understand slut boy?"

"Yes mistress, I understand"

"Do you like your slut wifes bald cunt?"

"Yes mistress I love it."

" That's better, be a good slut and you'll get a reward." Rhonda scooped some lube into her hand and stroked my hard aching cock slowly I moaned in response, Raylene moved to the other frame where Sue was bound and started to run her hands over her body, my cock twitched and jumped, Rhonda squeezed as a reminder and said "NO. Not yet." She bent down and scooped the precum from my cock with her tongue. 

Rhonda stood up and walked over to Sue and forced her tongue to her mouth sharing my juice with her, "do you like it, he does taste good does'nt he?", Sue after seeing my treatment replied" Yes mistress it's delicious."

" You are a quick study slut, we'll have fun with you." Rhonda stood up and dropped her dress to the floor revealing a beautiful body, I moaned when I saw it, and she turned to me, "does my body excite you slut boy?"

"Yes mistress, You're body is perfect."" Would you like to please me slut boy?"

"Yes Mistress, please may I please you?" She walked over to me and turned around and impaled her wet cunt onto my throbbing cock, she started to fuck me slowly, I was in heaven, her soft wet folds wrapped around my cock and started to massage it without Rhonda moving her body, Raylene relaeased Sue from the rack and tied her on her back to a low bench, Rhonda started to move on my cock and told me to cum, and I came, spurt after spurt of hot sticky juice pulsed out of my cock into her cunt, she moaned and shook then pulled away, I continued to cum in the air, my ass clamped down on the butt plug and intensified my orgasm, finally it subsided, and to my amazement my cock remained rigid.

Rhonda stepped over to the bench where Sue was and straddled her head, lowering herself to her mouth, she grabbed a handful of her hair ," Clean my cunt bitch." Sue opened her mouth, she started to suck her pussy, licking my cum out of Rhonda's snatch, Raylene came over and stood in front of me she started to undress, her tits were big 38 D's and they swayed as she moved, she dropped her skirt to the floor and I was staring at at least a 10 inch cock, big, fat and hard as stone, "Surprise slut boy" she moved behind me and turned my frame sideways so Sue could see my profile, then reached down and pulled the plug from my ass with a mushy pop, lubed her cock and roughly shoved it in my ass to the hilt, I yelped, my cock shrank and my balls crawled inside me as she started to fuck me, slowly at first and as I relaxed it bacame more comfortable, she started to play with my cock and it grew hard, remembering the orgasm, it grew harder still, soon she was pulling her cock all the way out and then shoving all the way in .

I felt like I had a basketball in my ass and I started to push, as I did my ass opened up for her and the pain subsided, I just let go and started feeling her cock work inside me, sensations I had never dreamed of overcame me, I started moaning, begging her to fuck my ass, harder, harder, she let out a moan and came inside my ass, pounding her cock into me and shooting stream after stream of hot semen into my virgin ass hole, she stayed inside me for awhile and after her cock shrank it popped out, releasing a stream of juice down my ass and legs, dripping on the floor, my cock was still raging hard as I watched my wife clean Rhonda's cunt, Raylene, snapped a collar around my neck and fitted it with a leash undid my restraints stood on the leash and pulled me to my knees, "Clean me slut boy" I shook my head no and Raylene kicked me in the balls, stars exploded in my head and I howled, Raylene offered me her cock again and I took it into my mouth and started to suck, I could taste lube and shit and cum, but after a few minutes the tastes subsided and I began to like sucking her cock, feeling the shaft in my mouth, soon it stiffened, I reached up and played with her balls with one hand while I jerked her with the other, flicking the head with my tongue and nipping with my teeth the way Sue does to me, trying to make it feel good so I did'nt get kicked again. It must have worked, after a few more minutes Raylene exploded in my mouth, her hot cum tasted so good, salty and sweet at the same time and thick, I swallowed it down and kept sucking her for more, she pulled away from me and walked to the door , "Come here, Rhonda. We have to go now." Rhonda padded over to her, they embraced and kissed, opening the door Rhonda said "It's going to be a lovely Vacation." 

Rhonda pointed to the corner, "There's a shower and clothing there, get cleaned up. We'll continue your training later." They opened the door and left us alone.

I went to Sue and undid her restraints, hugging her close I said "are you allright hun?"

"I'm o.k. , will they hurt us do you think?" she asked, "I don't think so. Let's get cleaned up." 

We showered in awkward silence until I started to soap Sue's back, and ass, while I washed her, my cock stirred, thinking of this mornings events, I held her tight pushing my stiff cock into the crack of her ass and reached around for her tits, kissing her neck she moaned and pushed into me, she turned around, we kissed and then made love on the shower floor.

I don't know what fate has in store for us but I'm sure we'll find out.

To Be Continued...



Break Down



Julie Tillman found herself walking alone on the side of a deserted highway in the middle of Texas. She stomped along uneasily, shifting her purse on her shoulder and closing her fingers tightly around the high heels that she carried. She kept glancing at the sun as it lingered near the horizon. It would set soon and there was nothing but empty fields of dirt around her. She knew that she needed to find somewhere to stay; the nights were cold and full of dangers. She remembered watching an Animal Planet show about the coyotes native to southwest America. As she tried to push the thought of hungry animals out of her mind, she began to recount the day's events.

She had gotten a late start on her trip to visit her daughter in San Antonio. It was nearly a thirteen hour drive, and she had to make it alone because her husband, Eric, was busy working with a "high-profile client," whatever that meant. She had forgotten to charge her phone before leaving, and it was dead less than two hours into the trip. To top it off, her car broke down on an empty stretch of highway. She now regretted telling Eric not to waste money on one of those dashboard car emergency services. Julie had popped the hood and stared blankly into the smoking engine; she knew nothing of mechanics and knew she couldn't fix this. She needed to find a phone so she could tell her husband and daughter what happened, get a tow truck, and get the repairs she needed. Standing around wouldn't help, so she began trudging down the road. The late afternoon sun beat down on her, and she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, allowing her cleavage to air out. She took off her heels to walk easier and prevent blisters shortly into her journey. Her skirt kept riding up her legs; Julie found herself constantly having to pull it down or risk giving any potential rescuer a view of her skimpy undergarments. 'Maybe that isn't a bad thing,' she thought. She had been walking nearly three hours, now, and she was beat.

The howl of a coyote in the distance brought Julie back to reality. She nervously glanced around, unconsciously clutching her purse close to her chest. She retrieved her phone and stared blankly at it. Still dead. She briefly wondered why she had thought the battery might miraculously come to life to save her in her time of need. Another howl answered the first. They were in the distance, but Julie knew the animals would become more courageous when the sun no longer blazed in the sky.

She began to walk faster, hoping that she might find a measly motel or gas station that she could seek refuge in for the night. She could see nothing at all in the distance. Dismayed, she hung her head. She wondered how long before the coyotes found her. 'No more than an hour after sunset...I hope I'm rescued before then,' she thought. As if someone had listened to her mental prayers, she heard the rumble of an engine in the distance. She whirled around and stared, trying to locate the source. It was difficult to see in the fading daylight, but she was able to make out headlights in the distance. It appeared to be a tractor trailer. She squealed in glee, then began jumping up and down, waving her hands over her head.

The truck approached, slowed, and stopped. Ecstatic, Julie hopped onto the large bottom step and opened the door. She saw a black man grinning down at her. He looked muscular, wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. He had a chiseled face and a square jaw. His hair was short and well groomed. If he were white, he'd be exactly the kind of guy she liked...well, if she were single. Julie lifted her leg high from the step into the cab, causing the skirt she wore to slide high up her thighs, exposing her thin white thong. She glanced around the cab as she pulled herself up: typical; two large seats in the front separated by a small aisle that led to what appeared to be a miniature living area, housing a thin mattress and a semi-private latrine. She briefly wondered if this man lived in his truck. It was no mansion, but it was much more spacious than Julie would have guessed before seeing it.

"Hello there! Looks like you might need some help!" the man said, staring unabashedly at her exposed panties. She knew he was getting a free show, but she was too overjoyed to care. "Well ain't you a pretty little thing?" The man looked down at the thin white woman, mentally assessing her: brunette, hair just brushing past her thin shoulders, toned legs, flat stomach, and large breasts. He estimated them to be at least D's. He couldn't tell, but he figured she had a nice, round ass, too. Perfect little white body.

Blushing and pulling herself fully into the cab, she replied, "Um, yes, thank you...I'm so glad you came!" She tugged her skirt down and continued. "I thought I was done for...my car broke down pretty far back; I've been walking all this way..."

"I saw a car a ways back; I wondered who it belonged to. Not many people on this road these days. Why didn't you just call someone...ma'am?" he inquired, moving his eyes up slowly from her tan skirt to her face, lingering momentarily on the breasts that were more exposed than Julie would have liked. She shrugged it off, not wanting to offend the man that had come to her rescue.

"It's Julie. Julie Tillman," she said, "and my phone is dead. I guess I was talking too much on the drive." She sat down in the passenger seat, placing her hands in her lap and staring forward somewhat uncomfortably. There weren't many black men where Julie lived, and she wasn't sure how to act around him. He was much more forward than the men in her area. Sure, she turned heads on her morning jogs, but none of the men would ever openly stare at her breasts or butt if they knew she was aware of them. This man was different; he had no problem keeping his eyes on her body.

"Aw, that's some luck, eh? Well, I'm here now, sugar. My name is Marcus Fields, truck driver and deliveryman extraordinaire, " the black man said with a smile. As she settled down a little, she began to realize that this man was more muscular than she originally thought. "Now, down to business. Where are you headed?"

"Well, I was on my way to San Antonio when my car broke down, but I'd be happy just getting a lift to a gas station or hotel."

"Well what do you know. I'm headed to San Antonio, too. I don't mind taking you up to the truck stop up ahead, though. You'll be able to stop and pick up a phone charger for you so you can notify your...husband," Marcus said as he glanced at the shining ring on her left hand, placing a subtle negative inflection on the last word.

"That would be great! You're a lifesaver, Marcus!" Julie exitedly said. Marcus eyed her slyly. He loved turning white women into black cock sluts, and he could see the possibility of this fine specimen being converted...if he played his cards right, of course. He decided to take his chances with her.

"Well, hold on now, sugar. I'm sure you're familiar with 'the rules of the road,' right?"

"Um, well...I'm supposed to give you gas money or something, right?"

"Some places do that. But here, in Marcus's truck, the rule is this: you gotta make me cum."

Julie laughed incredulously. "Excuse me? Make you what?"

"Make me cum," Marcus replied, keeping his eyes on the thin white woman in front of him.

"No. No way. First of all, I'm married; secondly, just no," she said. "I'll get a ride with someone that isn't a complete pervert!" She began to stand and open the door.

"Suit yourself. I'm sure the coyotes think you have a nice body, too," Marcus grinned.

This gave Julie pause. They both knew he was right. She closed the door and slumped down.

"Don't sweat it, baby," Marcus laughed, "a hot little white thing like you should be able to get me off in no time!"

"Fuck you, asshole," Julie said, glowering. Reluctantly, she continued, "I'm only going to do what you want because there is no alternative. And you're only getting a hand job," she added, furious. 'And you can bet I'll be calling the cops on your black ass as soon as we get into civilization,' she thought.

"Hell, I'll take a hand job!" he said, leaning his chair back.

Julie hesitantly slid over and crouched on the space between the seats. "Well, take it out. Hurry up, I just want this to be done so I can get out of here."

"Naw. You take it out," he replied.

She rolled her eyes. 'What a dick,' she thought. She reached over and fumbled with his zipper, lowering it. Once it was down, she released the button and slid her hand under his boxers. She felt his pubic hair brush lightly against her, then touched the base of something large. Very large. Her eyes widened a bit as she realized what it was. She gripped the base, but couldn't get a very good handhold; there wasn't enough space in his pants for her hand and his cock together. She slid her hand up and he lifted up slightly so she could pull down his pants. She wrapped her fingers around his boxers and slowly slid them down his muscular legs. She gasped as his dick sprung free. It nearly hit her in the face. 'Wow...what a DICK,' she thought for the second time. It wasn't even hard and it was as at least as big as her husband. She gripped it and, mesmerized by the sheer size of it, began to move her hand up and down. Marcus leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes, letting her work her hand on his hardening cock. She marveled at it. It kept growing in her hand – soon she could no longer fit her fingers all the way around it.

"It's so big," she said, still not taking her eyes off of it.

"Mmmhmm," Marcus hummed. "Little white sluts like you make it big like that."

"I'm not a slut..." she trailed off, stroking him faster. "I've just never seen one so big...it's at least twice the size of Eric's..."

"Yea, you ain't no slut. Not yet. You gon' turn into one once I pop yo' black cock cherry," he said, sounding more like a thug as she stroked the large shaft. "And who's Eric? Yo' little pencil-dick husband?"

"He's not as big as you, but he satisfies me," Julie said defensively.

"Aight, you keep telling yourself dat. He won't satisfy you no more once you had a black cock in you. Yo' arm is gon' get tired, pretty soon you gon' have to wrap dem pretty lips around it if you want me to cum," he said.

She ignored him, focusing on the huge black piece of meat in front of her. She worked her hand faster. She leaned in closer, placing her free hand under his balls and rolling them over her fingers. 'I wonder how much cum is in these things,' she found herself wondering. Julie's face was mere inches away from the erect shaft as she wildly jerked him off. He was right; her arms were getting tired. 'Well, what the hell,' she thought, 'It should be okay to suck on it a little bit...Eric would never forgive me anyway; I may as well get a taste of this monster!' She lowered her hand to the base of his dick to hold it steady. Still fondling his massive balls, she placed her lips on the head of the huge black cock. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, taking him into her mouth.

"Fuck," he said, "that's one hot little mouth you got, slut!"

"Not...slut," Julie mumbled unconvincingly as she released him just long enough for him to turn his body so that she was kneeling between his legs. She quickly dropped her head back into his lap. She slowly moved down, working the beast into her mouth. Her husband wasn't half the size of this large black man! When she felt like she had reached her limit, she opened her eyes. 'Only half way!' she thought. This thing must be at least twelve inches! She pulled her head up to the tip and pushed down again, coating the erect cock as much as she could with her saliva. She repeated this process, taking more into her mouth with each bob of her head. She felt the giant black monolith press the back of her throat. She had never sucked a dick so big that it reached her throat!

"Dayum, you nearly taken my whole cock in yo' white mouth," Marcus said, surprised. "You almost there, slut. Keep suckin' like dat and I'll blow my load right down yer throat!"

Julie began bobbing her head rapidly on the huge cock, taking it into her throat each time. 'I've never let Eric cum in my mouth...I wonder what it tastes like...' she wondered. 'Wait, what am I thinking?' She felt him put his hand on the back of her head as he thrust himself into her mouth. She gazed up at him with her shining green eyes. He brushed her hair from her face and looked back down at her as he slid himself back and forth in her moist mouth. Her pink lips seemed to resist his back-thrusts as if she wanted him to remain deep in her mouth. He continued thrusting until she felt his pubic hair brushing against her nose. She realized that she had successfully taken this twelve inch monster as Marcus fucked her face. He thrust deep, slapping his heavy balls against her chin. Leaving his cock lodged in her throat, Marcus leaned over her, moving his hand from her head, down her back, to her ass. She tensed as she felt him trying to get his hand under her skirt.

"Mmm-mmm," she hummed, giving a shake of the head.

"Shut up, slut. It'll make me cum faster!"

She sighed and reluctantly nodded, allowing him to access her panties. She concentrated on sucking the black man off. She wanted him to hurry up so she could get to a hotel and take a shower. She felt his probing fingers rub against her panties above her vagina.

"Yea, dat's a hot, wet pussy right there," Marcus said, sliding his fingers along her slit. Only a thin piece of fabric separated his finger from her hole. Julie suddenly realized that she was extremely turned on. She had never cheated on her husband and had never been with a black man before, both of which surprised her at how erotic she found them to be. She continued to take him into her mouth as he rubbed her damp panties. "Fuck, I'm about to cum," he said, expertly sliding his fingers around her thong and into her juicy pussy before she could react. Something primal inside her was awakened as the thick digits explored her dripping hole. She moaned against his cock at the sudden intrusion. "Yea slut, you ready to take my cum? You better swallow it all, too! Don't spill a drop!"

'I wonder what it tastes like?' she thought again. Deciding at the last moment that she did not want him to cum in her mouth, she tried to pull back. To her surprise, he let her pull his meat out. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and gripped his cock, aiming it at her face. She squinted her eyes, ready for him to erupt on her. She sat for a moment, but nothing happened. She peeked open one eye.

"Wh...what happened?" she asked, opening and closing her mouth and massaging her jaw once she realized that nothing was a threat of covering her face. It had gotten sore from the pummeling deep-throating his cock had given her.

"I didn't cum," Marcus said, grinning. "I can't cum if you stop sucking."

"My...my throat is sore. That monster can barely fit in my mouth!"

"Your throat is sore, huh? Guess you better open up that pussy for me, unless you wanna sleep outside tonight!"

'Yes! Fuck my white pussy with your black cock!' the animalistic lust screamed in her head. "No fucking way," Julie said, denying her perverse thoughts. "I told you, I'm married. It's bad enough that I sucked that thing. You are not putting it in me." she said, moving to the passenger seat and crossing her legs.

"Bad that you sucked it? Ha! Your pussy is drippin' wet right now. You loved sucking this," Marcus said, standing up and waving his cock in her face. "Hell, I bet you still wanna suck it!" He pressed the monstrosity against her pursed mouth.

'Just one more little taste,' the voice in her said. She hesitated, but soon parted her lips, taking the head into her sore mouth.

"That's what I thought, slut," Marcus said, gripping the back of her head and thrusting hard into her throat.

Julie gagged as the hard dick pushed past her tonsils. She pulled away, coughing. "You...you have to warn me..." she stammered between coughs. Saying nothing, he pushed his cock back to her mouth. "I...I can't, my throat hurts..."

"Then lay down an' spread dem legs," Marcus commanded. She reluctantly nodded and reclined the seat so she could lay back. He moved in front of her and put his hands on her knees, prying them apart, causing her skirt to slide up and expose the damp thong she wore. "That's a good slut," he said, climbing over her and tilting his cock down, rubbing it against her underwear. "And you're so wet, too...you must really want a big black cock inside you!"

"Please, please...you have to wear a condom. If I get pregnant..."

"You think I carry condoms?"

"I...I have one in my purse, I think..." Julie said, reaching over and retrieving her purse. Marcus continued rubbing her pussy over her panties as she fished around. "There, put that on," she said, extracting a condom from a side pocket.

"Put it on for me," he said, shifting his body and slapping his cock between her still-clothed breasts. Julie tore open the package and positioned it against his massive cock. She pushed down, unwrapping the thin material. It didn't make it three inches down his shaft before it snapped. She looked at it in dismay.

"We can't do this..." she began. "My husband would..."

"Fuck yo' husband, slut! Yo' pussy mine right now!" Marcus interrupted.

He moved his body back into position, prodding her cunt with the tip of his penis. 'I'm so sorry Eric,' Julie thought, wondering in the back of her mind if her husband could somehow hear her, 'but I want to feel this black monster inside me!' She felt him move his hands to her hips and give a downward tug on the elastic band of her panties. She closed her legs to allow him to slide her dripping undergarments down; he took his time removing them, feeling her smooth legs all the way to her ankles. She immediately spread her legs again, flaunting her bald pussy, awaiting his return. As he moved back up, he raked his tongue across her clit, making her moan out loud.

"You ready? You ain't never felt nothin' like a big black cock all up in yo' tight pussy," Marcus said, grinning.

Before Julie could respond, she felt his cock pressing hard against her. 'I'm sorry, Eric,' she thought again as she felt her pussy give way to the muscular black man. She looked down just as the head went in, sending waves of pleasure and pain up her spine. "Oh my God," she moaned, feeling her pussy lips stretch wide to accommodate this behemoth intruder. "You're so big!" she screamed as he pushed in a little deeper. She looked down at the scene: her legs were parted widely, pale against the black man that was holding them in the air. She found it extremely erotic. Suddenly, her husband was the last thing on her mind.

"Ha! That's just the tip. You ain't gonna even feel yo' hubby's little prick after I'm done. This pussy is gon' be resized!"

Marcus thrust in deeper still, coating his dick in her juices. Julie looked down at the glistening black trunk as he slid it out of her little white hole. "Oh my God, I'm gonna--" she began as he plunged deep into her.

"Go ahead. Cum, slut. Cum from getting' fucked by a black man!"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she moaned, repeating the words with each penetrating thrust. Julie bucked wildly under the muscular black man, cumming hard.

"You're only halfway there, girl," Marcus said as he sunk his cock deeper into Julie's greedy cunt.

Julie had never felt so full in her life. She felt like her pussy was stretched to its maximum, and it turned her on. She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him in deep. She yelped in pain as she felt the giant hit her cervix. She dragged her nails across his back as he pushed into her. She was in a lot of pain; she had never had anything rammed this deep inside her, but she kept grinding her hips against him. She felt his balls against her ass and knew she had fit his entire gargantuan cock inside her. She moved her body against his, the pain quickly fading as she experienced another huge orgasm. She couldn't believe how deep he was in her! She came again. It was the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced. Her eyes were temporarily blinded as her body convulsed in pleasure. He never relented in pounding her pussy, and she screamed uncontrollably as her orgasms continued. His balls continued slapping rhythmically against her ass, and she met each thrust of his cock with a thrust of her own, meeting him in the middle. Seemingly out of nowhere, Marcus stopped moving and pulled his dick entirely out of her. She suddenly felt so empty.




Break Down



"Wh...why did you stop?" Julie stammered, dazed from her numerous orgasms.

"I wanna hear you beg for it. Beg for my cock, then beg for my cum."

"Please, put it back in," she said timidly.

"That ain't good enough," he replied.

"I...I want your cock in me..."

"Nope."

"Please, Marcus, please fuck me with your big, black cock!" Julie pleaded.

"Yea, dat's the kind of slut you is," he said, ramming himself into her. She came again from the sudden insertion. "Now beg for my cum. I know you want me to fill up this lil' white married cunt with my cum," he said.

'Yes! Fill my slut pussy with your hot black cum!' she almost said out loud. She tried to regain at least some control of herself. "N-no, not inside," she managed to stammer out between his thrusts. "I want your cum on my tits," she said, tugging her blouse down to reveal her large bouncing breasts.

"Fuck yo' big titties, slut. I'm gon' nut all over that pretty white face," Marcus said, taking a handful of her exposed tits. He suddenly pulled out and tilted his shaft along her body, emitting an guttural growl. She saw his black balls pulsate as the first stream of hot cum shot out, arcing across her body and leaving a trail from her left breast to her forehead. Not expecting it to shoot so far, she opened her mouth in surprise. She realized her mistake almost immediately. Marcus took advantage of her shock and aimed the next blast at her wide open mouth. She felt the thick white stuff land on her tongue and quickly shut her mouth as another wad splashed against her lips. She was surprised at how good it tasted. Stream after stream of hot cum showered Julie. It covered her large breasts and dripped between them; it splattered against her face. Hoping he wouldn't notice, she swallowed the seed that had made it in her mouth.

"That was...amazing," Julie said, wiping streaks of semen off of her face. She looked down and realized that his cum had not only covered her face and chest, but it had soaked her shirt, as well.

"Shit," he said, "you got the finest white pussy I ever fucked."

"And you have the biggest cock I've ever fit inside me," she replied.

"Heh, yea. Next time you kiss yo' husband, think 'bout how a black man nutted on yo' fine lips. Tell him that yo' pussy belong to me now."

"Mmm, you know I can't do that," Julie purred. 'His cock felt so good...I can't believe I did that,' she thought. 'My husband would die if he knew...'

"I still have time to change yo' mind. I have a couple towels in the back, you should go clean up a lil' or people might wonder what yo' fine ass were doing."

Julie grinned and turned around. She stepped into the rear of the truck cab, searching the back of the truck cab for the towel.

"It's there, in the drawer beside the mattress," he directed. She crawled on her hands and knees over the mattress and opened one of the drawers. Inside, she found various articles of clothing. She tried the drawer below it and found the towels. She wiped her face and chest off as best she could, but there was more sperm than the towel could absorb, and she ended up just smearing it around on her body. She glanced up to make sure he wasn't looking; he wasn't, so she wiped her finger across her glazed nipple and gathered a small amount of cum. She brought the finger to her lips and licked the creamy stuff off. Julie felt so dirty; she had never been treated this way, and she was beginning to realize how much she loved it.

"Now that you've paid for your ride, we can get moving. The truck stop is about thirty minutes out. You can take a nap if you want, Julie," Marcus said, his voice returning to the professional tone she had heard him use when they met. Julie nodded and laid down on the mattress and closed her eyes.

"We're here," Marcus said into the sleeping woman's ear.

"Mmm," she mumbled drowsily.

"I was thinkin'," Marcus began, "that maybe you'd want to tag along with me to San Antonio. We can get you a phone charger and some fresh clothes here, then make the trip together."

"Hmm...that's not a bad idea," she said, waking up. "That way I can still spend time with my daughter instead of waiting around for my car to get repaired! Good thinking, Marcus!"

"Daughter? Damn, girl, just how old are you?"

"I'm thirty-seven," Julie admitted.

"Well, you got the body of a twenty-four year old." Marcus confided. "Of course, this counts as a new trip. You're gonna have to pay up again," he said, pulling her hips against him and grinding against her still-bare ass.

"Mmm, Marcus...again, so soon?" she cooed. She felt him move his shaft up and down her pussy in response. He continued probing her slit with his hardening cock. Julie felt herself becoming aroused at the prospect of another round with this muscular black man. She pushed back against it, easing the beast into her. She moaned once again as her pussy stretched around the girth of the massive black cock. Julie began to lose control immediately.

"Oh fuck, Marcus, you're so big! Fuck me with that big black cock! Fuck my little white pussy!"

Marcus didn't need her to tell him what to do. Holding her hips with both hands, he rolled on top of her and plunged in deep, once again stretching out her swollen pussy, this time from behind. He looked down at her, watching himself as he impaled the little white thing in front of him. She moaned as he rammed his long shaft into her entirely; he felt the little cunt squeeze on him as she had an orgasm. He looked at her virgin asshole, thinking to himself how nice it would be to plant his dick in there. He moved his hands up, positioning his body so he could feel her tits as they swayed with the motion of his powerful thrusts. He squeezed them, occasionally pinching her puffy nipples.

'Dis bitch in heat,' Marcus thought to himself.

"I...can't...stop...cumming..." Julie said with some effort. "Please, cum! My pussy is so sensitive! Cum all over my face and tits again, please!"

"You want my cum, lil' white slut? Den let me cum in yo' mouth. I seen you swallow it earlier. You loved dat shit."

"Uh huh..." Julie agreed.

Marcus pulled out and Julie spun around, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. While looking up at him with her jade green eyes, she jerked him with her right hand as she played with her nipple with the other, and he rewarded her. She felt the warm fluid gush into her mouth, and she eagerly swallowed it. Each blast shot to the back of her throat, and she savored it as much as she could. The volume of his seed soon overwhelmed her, and some dribbled out of her full mouth and down her chin. He pulled his black cock out and blasted her once in the face as punishment for spilling his cum.

"Sorry baby," she apologized, using her fingers to push the wet cum on her face into her mouth. She faithfully swallowed as much as she could before wiping herself off with the nearby towel.

"Next time you don't spill a drop," Marcus commanded. Julie nodded and retrieved another towel, wiping her face off. "There's a shower here, if you wanna get cleaned up."

Julie sighed contentedly in response. "I can't believe I did that," she admitted. "My husband would kill me if he found out."

"Don't worry, I won't tell," Marcus replied, the professionalism yet again returning to his voice. Julie smiled at him, then put her stained blouse back on and looked out of the front of the truck. From the view of the windshield, she recognized a nondescript truck stop. She noted a handful of trucks parked in the darkness but no cars.

"I'm going to need new clothes; all mine are still in my car," Julie said.

"I'll grab something for you to wear after your shower inside," Marcus replied.

Thanking Marcus, she stepped out from the truck. She knew anyone who looked would see the cum stains on her blouse. She hoped nobody would; fortunately the place was nearly deserted. The duo strode from the truck and made their way toward the main building. Marcus entered first, and Julie followed. She idly looked at a key chain rack while Marcus spoke with the clerk. She paid little attention to him; he was black and wore a nondescript uniform. Marcus approached her and presented a key.

"For the showers. Go ahead and get cleaned up; I'll grab some clothes for you from the store. Showers are over there," he said, pointing to a corner of the shop.

"Thanks," Julie replied, accepting the key and walking toward the designated area. The key was attached to a small chit with the number '3' etched on it. She located the door with the corresponding number and unlocked it. She examined the small room as she entered. There was a sink, toilet, bench, and a shower, which was behind a full wall. Locking the door behind her, she stripped herself of her ruined clothes, tossing them on the bench. She stepped around the wall and turned the knob of the shower. She used the toilet while she waited for the water to heat up. Julie tentatively reached a hand out to test the water. 'Perfect,' she thought. She stepped bodily into the stream, allowing the water to wash away the sperm she had missed with Marcus's towel. As she scrubbed with the complimentary hand soap, she heard a knock at the door. She froze, apprehensive at first, then loosing up, assuming it must be Marcus, ready for another round with her. She heard the click of a key followed by the thunk of the lock retracting. She found herself becoming wet thinking about Marcus using her in the shower.

"Marcus, is that you?" she called into the room.

"Uh, no, ma'am. He sent me, though. I have some clothes for you," a gruff and unfamiliar voice returned.

"Oh, okay, um...just set them on the bench; I'll get them when I'm done," she replied.

"No problem," the voice said, "Oh, and Marcus told me something else..."

"Oh? What's that?"

A naked black man walked around the wall, looking at Julie's exposed body. "He said you couldn't say no to black cock," he said, slowly stroking his dick as he looked at her. It grew even as he spoke. His eyes rested on her large breasts, glistening with water.

She recognized the man as the store's clerk. "That's not true..." she began. 'I can say no to black cock,' she thought to herself, 'It's only Marcus's fat dick that I have a hard time saying no to. It feels so good inside me...Eric is nothing compared. Mmm, I'm getting wet just thinking about sucking his big black dick..." Julie blinked, coming out of her fantasy. She had apparently squatted down and started sucking this man, though she had no memory of doing so. She looked up at him as she took his meat down her throat; he had his hands on his hips and had his head tilted back in ecstasy. She shrugged. 'What's one more blowjob? I've already fucked a man that's not my husband twice. Another blowjob won't hurt,' she thought. She began moving her head back and forth with purpose; she wanted this unnamed black man's cum, and she wanted it now. She spread her legs and vigorously worked her clit as she sucked on the cock in front of her. 'Not as big as Marcus, but I bet it has a lot of tasty cum for me,' she thought. She jerked him with her free hand and began fingering herself fully with her middle- and ring-fingers as she felt him hit her throat with the tip of his cock. Without warning the black man unloaded into her. She felt the warm gush as his seed spilled into her waiting mouth. She swallowed his cum greedily, wanting to get every drop. Blast after blast filled her stomach. Eventually the cock stopped throbbing in her mouth, and she let it loose.

"Mmm...your cum tasted so good..." Julie said.

"Marcus was right, you're a total black cock slut," the man replied. Saying nothing more, he backed up and went around the wall. She heard the rustling of clothes followed by the opening and closing of the door. Julie considered this for a moment. She didn't even know his name, yet she just swallowed his seed as if it were the last meal she'd have. Julie wished that he'd stayed; she wanted him to work her pussy like Marcus had. It was too late, however; he was gone. She realized that he was right; she was a black cock slut, and she wasn't ashamed of it at all. She masturbated alone in the shower, bringing herself to a mediocre orgasm. Yesterday it would have been one of the best orgasms of her life; now, she knew what true pleasure felt like and found herself disappointed. She finished cleaning up and dried off. On the bench she found a pair of shorts and a small top. She put them on and looked in the mirror.

'I look like a total slut,' she thought, appraising herself. She wore black short shorts that clearly outlined the lips of her vagina and the perfect curve of her ass. Her top was a plain white tube top; it barely covered her large breasts and her aerola were visible through it. There was no underwear or bra; just shorts and a shirt. She wondered if the black and white color scheme meant anything, or if Marcus had just chosen at random.

Marcus raised his eyebrows as Julie emerged from the shower. 'Perfect,' he though to himself. She hadn't admitted it to him, but he knew she would do anything for his cock. He beckoned her to him.

"Damn, girl, you look H – O – T!" Marcus said, looking her up and down. "If nobody were around, I'd fuck you right now!"

"Oh, Marcus," Julie replied with a giggle.

"You get your charger yet?"

"No. I'll do that now. Will you wait for me?"

"Of course!"

Julie picked up a phone charger that plugs into the cigarette lighter in a car and took it to the clerk. He grinned at her.

"On the house, sweet thing. You come back and visit any time you want," he said suggestively. 

"Thanks," she replied, a little embarrassed.

Julie and Marcus returned to the truck, and she plugged in her phone. It immediately lit up. She pressed a few numbers and waited; after a few seconds she began to speak.

"Hey, honey, it's me. I know you're busy at work, but I wanted to let you know that the car broke down. I got a ride from a man in a truck and we're at a truck station now. I'm gonna see if he can take me closer to San Antonio, if he's headed that way. I'll try to call you again when I can. Love you." She hung up.

Marcus shifted into gear and the rumbled out of the truck stop.

"You can sleep if you need to," Marcus offered.

It was eleven PM and Julie was tired. She figured Marcus was used to driving at night, but her eyes were getting heavy. She staggered to the mattress in the back and soon drifted off.



Julie woke up, feeling the truck rolling to a stop on the side of the road.

"Mmm...where are we? What time is it?" she asked.

"2 AM. About six hours out from San Antonio. Figured we could stop for a break," he responded.

Julie looked around. Marcus was only wearing his boxers. She turned to face him and he moved his body close to hers. She felt herself getting wet.

"We...we can't; not again," Julie began.

"No? Why not? You loved my cock inside you last night," Marcus said.

"Eric...my husband. I can't cheat on him again," she said.

"Is that so? What about that man last night in the shower?"

Julie's eyes widened. 'How does he know about that?' she wondered. 'That man must have told him what I did! Well, no point in lying...I know he would see right through it, anyway.'

"I...I don't know. I don't know what came over me. I just wanted to suck him and I wanted him to fuck me right there in the shower," she replied.

"Did he fuck you?"

"No."

"But you sucked him off? You swallow his cum?"

"...yes."

"And what was his name?"

Julie hesitated before quietly saying, "...I don't know."

"You don't know? That was my good friend Michael. So you gave a blowjob to a man whose name you didn't even know? And I know you enjoyed it. Look, we both know you love black cock...just give in to it. Your husband won't know," Marcus whispered into her hear, pulling her close to him. His semi-erect penis pressed against her.

"I...I can't. I can't do it, Marcus," she said, rolling over to face away from him.

Marcus began caressing her, putting his large hands on her shoulders and moving them down for a full grasp of her round ass. He squeezed her gently. She remained still, allowing him to touch her but not responding. He slipped a finger between her legs, rubbing against her clit from behind. She closed her eyes, trying to will herself not to enjoy his touch. His other hand came around, slithering under her head and cupping her left breast. She unconsciously moved her arm to allow him better access to it. He massaged her clit and breast simultaneously. Her breathing began getting heavy; she knew she couldn't last much longer if he continued stimulating her. She spread her legs, allowing him better access to her damp vagina. He slipped his hand under her top, achieving skin to skin contact with her massive chest. She moaned quietly as he teased her bare nipples. Marcus pushed her leg down and slid her tight shorts off of her. He rolled her over so she lay on her back. Holding her thighs, he pried her legs apart. He dipped his head to her vagina and began licking it. Julie gasped as his tongue flicked across her clit. She looked down at the black man as he ate her pussy.

"Damn, you taste fine," he said.

"Marcus, please...you have to...stop..." she trailed off, enjoying the movements of his tongue against her. "Eric never does this..." Marcus ate her pussy with vigor. She moved her hands down to hold his head against her as she thrust against his mouth. "Oh...feels so....good...!"

He held her thighs apart as he slid his tongue between her moist pussy lips. Julie moved her hips against him. She inhaled sharply as he slithered onto her clit and back down, circling her hole. He slid his hands up her legs and pulled her pussy open. He penetrated her with his tongue, flicking it in and out as she bucked in pleasure.

Marcus pulled away and wiped his mouth. He pulled his boxers down, revealing his fully erect penis. Julie looked down at it apprehensively.

Julie was barely hanging on. She was becoming more and more depraved each time she was used by this man. Her lust craved his touch, but her last bastion of morality feebly kicked in: "Marcus, please, I can't...my husband..."

"Listen, slut. Your cunt is mine. Your pussy no longer belongs to your husband."

With that, he pushed himself inside her. Julie moaned as his bulbous cock head infiltrated her swollen cunt.

"Say it," he commanded, slowly bearing down on her, pushing into her womb. She was apparently becoming accustomed to taking it so deep; the familiar pop of her vagina as he bottomed out in it didn't even make the white woman flinch.

"Marcus, I..."

"Say it, slut. Say it or I'm not gonna fuck you. I know you want this cock."

Julie hesitated. Marcus slowly began to extract his twelve inch monster. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to keep him inside her.

"Say it."

"My...my pussy no longer belongs...to Eric, my husband," Julie said, staring into Marcus's eyes.

"Who does it belong to?"

"It belongs to...Marcus."

"And what's Marcus gonna do?" he asked.

"Marcus is going to...use my pussy...he's going to use me to cum..."

"That's right, ho. Dis pussy mine. I'm gon' fuck you like the cum slut you is," Marcus said, once again sounding like a thug. He rammed his entire cock into her waiting pussy. Julie moaned in pleasure as her cunt opened wide again for the intruder.

"Oh fuck, Marcus, your cock..."

Marcus fucked her relentlessly. He pulled out so that the head of his cock was barely inside her, then sunk it deep, slapping his swollen balls against her naked flesh. Julie wrapped her legs around him, convulsing wildly through a stream of orgasms. He yanked the tube top down to her stomach and held it as he pummeled her insides. Her large breasts bounced with each thrust. Marcus pulled out and slapped his cock between her tits, lubricating them with Julie's own pussy juices. She greedily took him into her mouth, tasting his delicious pre-cum mixed with her own vaginal secretions. She sucked the head of his cock and moved her tits around it.




Break Down



"Dem's some nice white titties," Marcus said, admiring the beautiful woman as she looked up at him. "I jus' love watchin' a white ho suck my cock. You like sucking black cock?" Julie nodded yes. He pulled out of her mouth and slapped her with his cock, leaving a thick red line across her right cheek. "Now yo' pretty white mouth belong to me, too," he said. Julie smiled gratefully and nodded. He rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her ass in the air before plunging into her dripping pussy again.

"You're like an animal," Julie said between orgasms. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me with your black cock! I want it so bad!"

Marcus loved making white girls crazy. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, exposing her tight asshole as he buried his shaft in her unprotected vagina. He pulled it out and rubbed the soaked member between her cheeks, drenching the area with her pussy juice. He plunged it back into her and spread her cheeks again. He slid his thumb down and held it over her exposed asshole. She continued to moan in pleasure as he gently massaged the tiny opening. Marcus stopped thrusting for a moment. He slid his cock out again and pressed it against her little rosebud. She turned her head to face him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, alarmed.

"'Bout to make yo ass mine, too. What, you ain't never taken a cock up yo' ass?" he asked, pushing his cock against the opening, trying to ease it in.

"No! I mean, my husband, Eric...he is always asking to put it there..."

"Well I ain't yo' husband, is I? An' I don't have to ask to fuck my ho the way I want."

However, to Julie's relief, she felt the pressure against her ass ease. She felt Marcus line up with her pussy again and she came instantly when he impaled her with his spear.

"Yo' pussy so tight! You just can't stop cummin', huh? You mus' love gettin' you ass played with. I bet you'd love a cock in it!"

Julie grunted in response, still cumming from his relentless thrusting. She felt him spread her ass cheeks again with his hands, and again felt his thumb pressing against her hole. She pushed her body back, forcing his thumb to slip just inside her ass. She screamed in shock, but when she didn't ask him to take it out, he pushed it a little more. He slid in to the first knuckle, and she moaned in pleasure. He began moving his thumb in and out, alternating with his cock.

"You got both yo' holes plugged up...you like dat, slut?" Marcus inquired.

"Uh huh....! Please keep doing that," she responded between moans. "Oh fuck, Marcus, that feels so good!"

Marcus alternated his huge cock and his thick finger, thrusting deep with one as he pulled out the other. She moaned as she pushed back against him, desperately seeking more inside her.

"Push it deeper in my ass!"

"Oh yea? I think you ready, den. I'm gon' open up dat ass!" Marcus quickly pulled out of her pussy and ass simultaneously.

"Yea, baby...fuck my ass...please be gentle, though! That cock is huge!"

Marcus grunted and eased his big black cock against her asshole. He slowly pressed against it. He slipped and slid into her pussy. He pulled back out and realigned himself. Using one hand to guide his cock and the other to spread her ass cheeks, he eventually managed to get the tip in. Julie grunted.

"Slow, baby, take it slow..."

Marcus inched his way into her. Slowly he moved the head of his cock back and forth inside her ass, getting her used to the feeling. She pushed back gently against him, indicating that she was ready for more. He gladly obliged, pushing a couple more inches in. She reached back and grabbed her cheeks, pulling them apart to open her ass better for him.

"Your cock feels so good inside my ass..."

Julie started moving her body back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper. The deeper she felt him, the more excited she got. She felt so dirty, and she loved it. Soon she was wantonly thrusting her body against his, taking his black cock entirely into her ass. He reciprocated, thrusting hard into her.

"Fuck! I'm cumming so hard, baby!" Julie screamed. "I want you to cum, too! Cum in my ass, baby! Cum inside my little white ass!"

"You know I'm gon' do that, slut, but first, tell me. Who does this ass belong to?"

"You!" she screamed, taking his shaft in her stretched out ass.

"An' hubby ain't never gonna feel it. You fo'bidden from letting him fuck yo' ass. No suckin' him, either. I'll loan out yo' pussy to him, though. You got dat?"

"Uh huh! My ass belongs to you! Cum inside of me, please!"

Marcus thrusted deep, his balls slapping against her well-used pussy. He emitted a carnal howl and she felt his cock bucking in her ass. She came again as she felt his seed fill her asshole. The monster kept pumping sperm into her. Once he had finished emptying his huge black cock in her bowels, he slowly extracted it. She quickly rolled over so his cum wouldn't drip into her pussy.

"Incredible," Julie said, catching her breath. She grabbed a towel from the drawer and put it under her, watching in awe at the volume of cum leaking from her gaping ass. She began rubbing her swollen pussy as she looked. She laid back, spreading her legs. She slipped her middle and ring fingers into her juicy cunt as Marcus watched. She moved her hips as she teased herself. She slipped her right hand under her thigh and easily inserted two fingers into her cum-oozing asshole. She began moving wildly, bringing herself to a small orgasm as she masturbated.

"Damn, girl. You ready to go again already?"

Julie bit her lip and nodded. Marcus moved between her legs, brushing aside her hand. He rubbed his swollen cock against her moist labia.

"We gots to get on the road soon. I got deliveries to make," Marcus said, gesturing in the direction of the cargo. "I'm just gon' fuck yo' pussy til I cum." Julie spread her legs wide and, wrapping her arms around her legs, held her cunt open for him. He pushed her legs up so that her face was between her knees, then slowly entered her. She sighed contentedly as he pushed deep inside her once again. He began increasing his pace, plunging deep into her womb with each penetration. Marcus grabbed her ass as he stretched her married cunt. 

"Fuck yes, baby, use my little slut pussy! Use me like the whore that I am! I love your black cock inside me!" Julie thrashed under him, dizzy from orgasms.

"Ah, here it comes, white bitch!" Marcus exclaimed as he extracted the thick shaft and prepared to unload the contents of his balls across her chest. Julie immediately sat up and took him into her mouth, savoring the thick seed as it began pulsating from his shaft. Marcus looked down and smiled at the gorgeous white woman as the throbbing in his loins slowed then ceased. She reluctantly released him from the tight grip of her lips.

"Mmm, baby," Julie said, licking her lips. "You own this pussy now...why did you pull out?"

Surprised, Marcus looked down at her. Six more hours to San Antonio...and he was definitely going to make good use of the time.