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The Confessional Ch. 01

By: fukensploogin



I would like to thank Sexy_Curves for all her help with this story. Enjoy! 

Tommy O'Rourke would probably need to go to confession for this sin, someday, but not today. His mother worked at their Catholic church and school. On a dare from some of his buddies, he had stolen the church key off his mother's key ring and snuck into a confessional (the one he knew Father Clooney wouldn't be using) about an hour before Confession was scheduled to start. He had a buddy out in a pew, who sent him a text message when Father Clooney entered his room, at which point Tommy flipped on the little light above the door to the confessional he was in. He was sitting behind the screen so no one could tell who he was, and he planned on speaking with a bit of a lowered voice. 

He also had a tape recorder. That was the point of the dare. None of his friends thought anyone would ever come into the confessional and confess to anything dirty or sexy. Tommy was convinced otherwise. In fact, he was so sure that people did that all the time, to the point where that was the only reason he could think of for anyone to ever want to become a priest. 

On a completely separate but relevant note, about a month ago, Tommy had finally mustered up enough courage to ask out a girl he'd had his eye on for at least a year. She was in his History class. He had asked her out in the hallway after class one day. Not only did she say "no", but did so in a way that made certain that everyone within earshot knew he had been rejected by her. People pointed and laughed. He'd turned bright red and run off. Tommy wasn't popular at all or good at sports or even good at school. He was pretty shy and quiet, even amongst his group of friends (who were themselves a bit of a motley crew). 

Regardless, it had been pretty embarrassing.

Which was why Tommy's buddy nearly flipped out when Andrea Cooper walked into church and went straight to his confessional. 

Tommy heard the door open. He pressed record on the tape player.

Andrea Cooper had never been much of the religious type. Despite growing up Catholic, she slept through Sunday mass more often than she went, and she hadn't gone go confession since the 4th grade, when she made her first reconciliation. It was hard to have much of a religious life when her nights were spend with sex, drugs and alcohol. She was one of the best-known girls at school. Her blonde hair fell straight and a few inches past her shoulders, and her toned body was perfectly tanned. She always dressed nicely, but modestly everywhere, except to parties where she let her inner bad girl out to play. 

A week after a wild party one night where she'd hooked up with the captain of the football team, she realized she was late. She wound up being eleven days late, and the night before she finally got her period, she had a terrible dream, where she'd wound up in hell.

It was that dream that made Andrea realize she needed to change her wild, slutty ways. After school the next day, she went to her family's church during confession. She knew, despite never going, that Father Clooney always chose the right confessional, and when they had a visiting priest, he took the left. 

She saw the green light above the left confessional and walked in, kneeling behind the screen. She took a minute to gather herself, and began. 

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was 8 years ago"

Tommy's eyes grew wide when he heard her voice. Andrea Cooper. He recognized her immediately. He'd only been crushing on her through most of high school. He couldn't believe his luck. His mind raced, wondering what had prompted her first confession in eight years. 

He deepened his voice a bit. "Welcome back, my child," he said. "Eight years is a long time. But God is patient and has been waiting for you. But it's very important that you confess all your mortal sins if you want to get back in God's good grace. Let us take a moment to pray." 

Silence. Tommy knew that Andrea had gotten around a little bit. He'd heard some stories, rumors, really. He had a feeling they might be in here for a while. Slowly, silently, he flipped off the switch on the light outside above the door. His buddy, kneeling in the pew, understood the sign. Shaking his head in disbelief, he crossed himself and left the church. 

Back in the confessional, Tommy asked Andrea: "Now what has brought you here today, my child?"

Andrea knelt behind the screen, her head bowed as the priest welcomed her back, offering a moment of prayer before they began. She was silent, reflecting on all of the sins she had to confess today. She knew it would take a while, and wondered how many rosaries she'd need to pray to absolve her sins. 

Her attention was drawn back to the moment, in the confessional as she heard the priest address her, asking what had brought her back after so long. She paused for a minute, wondering how she should begin. 

"Father, I've done many things that I'm not proud of, especially lately. I've partied too much, and skipped out on mass most weekends. Until recently I haven't really suffered any consequences, but I had a big scare a few weeks after a party, and a dream that I was going to Hell." She paused for a minute, pressing her head against the wooden frame of the screen. "And it scared me Father, it really made me want to change."

"I understand, my child," Tommy said. He couldn't believe his luck. He was right! Taking these dirty confessions had to be the best part of being a priest! "God welcomes you back with open arms, but it is very important that you confess to all of the terrible ways that you have turned your back to your Father's love. Tell me, child, what have you been doing at these parties? And just what do you mean by 'scare'?"

Andrea hesitated for a minute, deciding just where her confession should begin. Losing her virginity was probably where the majority of her sins began. She thought back about how it had happened as she slowly closed her eyes, beginning her confession to the priest. 

"Father, I've had sex, with various partners. My first time was with my boyfriend I'd been with for two years. "

Flashback to that night

Andrea and Josh, her boyfriend, had spent the day together, like they did through most of the summer. It was a perfect day, which they spent by the lake drinking a few beers, smoking a little, laying in the sun together. 

Both Andrea and Josh had fallen asleep, only to be woken up by a sudden downpour of rain. They grabbed their things and quickly ran to an empty boat house, to wait out the storm together.

It was a rickety little shack that hadn't been used in years. There were empty beer bottles and cans lying about, a few old folding chairs. There was no lock on the door. There were holes in the roof, so some rain got through, but it was good enough shelter for the time being. Outside, lighting flashed and thunder rolled over them. 

Josh shut the door behind them, and the two dripping wet teens looked at each other and smiled. "I guess there's not much to do now but wait it out, huh?" Josh said. Needing a distraction from the way that Andrea's wet white tee-shirt was clinging to her curves, he took his pipe and weed out of his bag and loaded up a bowl, and they spread out their wet blanket on the dirty floor to sit on, facing each other as they smoked. 

Andrea shivered as they sat on their towels, sharing Josh's pipe. She moved closer, leaning against him, kissing him lightly before taking one last hit from the pipe. She smiled as his arms moved around her, their lips meeting as Josh's tongue slid into her mouth.

She looked up at him as his hands moved down her sides, resting at her hips, giggling as his tongue flicked at her lips, her hands moving to his shoulders, slowly moving to the back of his neck. 

Josh slowly laid Andrea down on their towels, staying on top of her as they kissed, their bodies sliding over each other. Her breath caught in her throat as the lightening flashed outside, Josh's hands holding onto her trembling body as she kissed and nibbled at his neck.

Josh groaned, her kisses and nibbles sending electric shocks up and down his spine. He felt her legs spreading underneath him, her short skirt riding up her thighs. His cock was getting hard in his swimming trunks, and he let out another low groan as his hardness pressed against her wetness, under that skirt, against the skimpy bikini bottoms she was wearing underneath. His hands moved down to her thighs and then up to her butt as his lips found hers again and he pressed his cock a little harder against her. 

Josh wasn't sure what to expect. They'd messed around before, quite a bit, feeling each other up in the backs of movie theatres and cars, making out, stealing kisses, copping feels, but the farthest they'd gone when they were really alone was oral sex. They'd certainly done their fair share of grinding on each other like they were right now, but Josh was sensing a new kind of lust in Andrea's kiss.

Andrea looked up at Josh as his hands moved down her body, his hardening cock pressing against her as he kissed her again, both of them grinding against one another's torso. She moaned softly, laying back as his hands roamed all over her body. Her heart was pounding as they continued, moving farther with one another than they ever had. 

"Josh" Andrea whispered between kisses, "I want to..." taking another deep breath, "here, now," she whispered, knowing he'd understand what she was saying in her broken phrases, her eyes locked with his as she wiped his shaggy hair from his eyes.

Josh knew exactly what she meant. He looked right back into her eyes and then kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding over hers, and then broke the kiss and peeled the wet white tee-shirt off her. They got each other naked as quickly as they could. Josh's tee-shirt joined hers, and she pulled down his swimming trunks, exposing his hard cock to her. Her hands were immediately around it, jerking him up and down as he untied the top of her bikini from around her neck and behind her back, letting her large, firm breasts fall free. Her skirt came off a moment later, and he untied her bikini bottoms, and then they were truly naked together for the first time. 

He laid on top of her, savoring the feel of their naked flesh pressed together. Her tits felt so good pressed against his chest, and the heat that was being generated between their legs was impossible to resist! The shaft of his cock rubbed along her wet lips. Slowly, a little awkwardly, they used their hands to guide the head of his dick to her hot, hungry entrance. "I want this so bad baby" she whispered.

"I want you so bad," Josh groaned, as he felt her heat, her wetness pulling his cock inside her. "God, Andrea, I love you..." he said, whispered in her ear, as the head of his cock pushed inside her. They moaned together at the feeling of it, electricity coursing through their nerves. He worked his cock in and out of her, just that couple of inches. He felt the barrier, her maidenhood, when his cock pressed against it. He slid in and out of her, the head stretching out her virgin lips a bit, before he pushed against her, into her, his hands holding her hips. 

He knew there would be some blood... he broke through and pushed into her virgin pussy, taking her... she was so tight, so hot, so fucking amazing, and there it went, their virginity, gone. Her body trembled as the head of his cock rubbed against the thin piece of tissue, and she leaned back against the towel, looking up at him. She whimpered softly as he pushed past it, thrusting further into her no longer virgin pussy. Josh groaned, feeling his balls clench as he slid in and out of her, not sure he could keep from coming right then and there! He pulled back out of her, pushed himself off her, holding himself above her, looked into her eyes again. Slowly, he slid back into her, his impending orgasm delayed for the moment. Their foreheads pressed against one another as he held her against him. "I love you too Josh, so, so, much" she whispered.

Her hands moved to the back of his neck as his stayed on her hips, holding her as he gently fucked her. "Oh Josh," she moaned, looking up at him as they shared this moment together.

Back in the Confessional

Andrea finished explaining her first sin, and lowered her head. She was silent, waiting for instructions from the priest.

Tommy listened as Andrea described how she lost her virginity. He had a raging hard-on at this point. He had only been planning on getting some funny shit to listen to with his buddies... what he was really getting was blackmail material on a girl who had treated him like shit. He knew there would be more, juicier stuff on the way, if he could only draw it out of her. 

"I see," he began. "You have allowed alcohol and marijuana to cloud your judgement, and have turned away from your Lord. Sins of the flesh are grave indeed, my daughter. You will have to atone for each one of them. The first step is admitting them all. Are you still together with this boy at least?" he asked her, knowing full well that she wasn't.

Andrea cringed at the question asked of her by the priest. She waited before she answered, thinking about Josh, about what had happened between them, which involved countless other sins. She realized that it was her fault she wasn't with him, the love of her life. "No Father, More sinful acts on my behalf are the reason we're no longer together," she admitted, her forehead against the screen as she listened to the silent, long pause before the priest spoke to her again.

Tommy grinned a wicked grin. Oh, he was going to get some dirt on this slut, all right! His mind already boggled at the possibilities, the things he could make her do as he held this information over her head! 

"Accept the grace of God, my child, and confess to Him what happened," Tommy said with his deepened voice. "If you do not, there is little I or God can do for your soul."

Andrea nodded, "Yes Father" she said obediently. Her breathing was shaky as she thought of the details of the night she lost the love of her life. "Josh and I had plans to meet at a party my friend was throwing while her parents were gone," she began.

The Confessional Ch. 02



Many thanks to Sexy_Curves for working with me on this story!

Flashback to the party

Andrea got to her friend's house early to help set up for the party. Josh had some family plans for part of the day, and they'd arranged to meet at the party when he got there. 

Her friend grabbed some beers and her pipe before the party started and the two of them chilled out back by the pool getting comfortable before everyone got there. They were feeling really good, and went back up to Julie's room where she got out a small baggie from her jewelry box. Andrea watched as Julie grabbed a mirror and razor blade, cutting out a few lines of a white powder. Julie handed her a small plastic tube, and pushed the mirror closer to her. 

"No, thanks Julie. I'm good" Andrea said, handing the tube back to her. 

"Come on Andrea, you'll enjoy the party more, it'll be a good time, I promise."

Andrea bit her lip, looking at the mirror with the lines of powder. She slowly took the tube back, holding it up to her nose, inhaling, snorting the line into her nose. She sat back, holding her head and coughing, wiping at her nose as Julie did the remaining two lines. 

There was some noise outside as people started arriving, and they both made their way down the stairs, where they ran into Julie's friend Matt. She introduced him to Andrea, before she ran off to let more people inside.

Matt came to the party not necessarily looking to hook up with anyone but definitely trying to get rid of the half-dozen gram bags of powder cocaine in his pocket. The high-school coke-heads knew he was the hook-up, and he got rid of two of the bags before he even made it in the door, mingling with the group of kids out front. He had his own personal stash in a bullet, a little glass cocaine-delivery device. After taking a couple sniffs in the bathroom, he wandered out and ran into Julie, who introduced him to her friend Andrea.

"Hi Andrea," Matt said, a charming grin crossing his face. He looked the blond up and down as he said: "So how you doin tonight? Ready to enjoy this party? I think it's gonna get kinda wild. Should be a good one." 

Andrea took a drink of her beer, smiling at Matt. "I'm good," she said, scoping the room for Josh again. "Yeah, it's been a while since I anyone's thrown a decent party."

He took a swig of his beer. He sniffed, involuntarily, a rush of coke hitting his brain when he did, and he smiled. He leaned in close to her as he noticed her own sniffles. "So you like to party hard, babe?" 

She turned her neck slightly as he leaned in, asking her his next question in almost a whisper. She still couldn't find Josh, so she turned back to look at him as she nodded. "Is there any other way to party?" she answered in the same volume. 

"Not if you ask me," Matt replied, "but some people can't keep up." He looked around as more people were filling the Julie's living room. A couple guys were setting up a pair of turntables and a PA in the corner. That was good. Dancing always made it easier to sell coke. 

Speaking of... Julie came back up to the two of them. "Hey Matt," she said, leaning in close to him. Andrea could just barely hear her. "I'm gonna need some more of that stuff for tonight, babe." Matt raised an eyebrow, winked at Andrea. 

"How much you need?" Matt asked. 

"An eight ball would just perfect," Julie said, smiling at him. "Two hundred?" 

"A buck-eighty for you, honey," Matt replied. 

"I got it up in my room," Julie replied. Matt's hand slid up Andrea's back as Julie walked off. They followed her back up the stairs to her bedroom. Julie closed her door behind them, opened her dresser, and handed Matt nine twenty-dollar bills. Matt pulled a baggie from his pocket filled with white rocks, the largest of which about half the size of a golf ball. Julie held it up to the light. "You're generous," she said with a smirk. "Thank you." 

Music started playing downstairs, the powerful bass reverberating through the house. "No, thank you, Jules," Matt said. "You girls wanna do a couple lines before we get back to the party?" he asked, pulling out another little baggie from his shirt pocket, which was clearly his personal stash.

Andrea heard the music start playing downstairs, her mind still on Josh when Matt asked if they wanted to do a few more lines before going back. Before she could answer for herself, she heard Julie answer for both of them. "Of course we do" Julie told Matt, grabbing Andrea's arm and pulling her towards the bed. She grabbed the mirror and razor from earlier and set them on the bed.

Matt sat down on the bed between the two girls, taking the mirror and razorblade. He set the mirror on his lap and pulled a rock out of his bag, started cutting it up and breaking it down to a fine powder, with quick, proficient, practiced movements. In no time at all, he had half a dozen lines cut out, good-sized ones at that. Julie's eyes grew wide; these lines were twice the size of the ones they'd done earlier. 

Julie snorted one of her lines; it took her two tries to get it all, and let out a little "woo!" as she handed a rolled-up twenty over to Andrea. A smile broke across her face as the rush hit her. "Oh, that's good shit... Matt you always have the best stuff," she said, and sniffled, leaning up on him, her hand on his thigh and crawling towards his crotch. They both turned and looked at Andrea, Matt holding the mirror up for her.

She held the twenty between her fingers, looking at Matt and Julie before she bent down a little, pulling her hair back with one hand, snorting at one of the lines, fighting back coughing until she finished her line after three tries. She coughed a bit, handing the twenty to Matt, sitting back on the bed, sniffing and wiping at her nose. 

She watched as Matt did his line in one snort, handing the twenty back to Julie, her hand slowly working its way back down his thigh before she took the rolled up bill between her fingers. 

Julie's foot was tapping to the beat coming from downstairs. She was starting to get the itch to dance. She took the twenty and blew her next line in a single snort, sniffing a few times, wiping up what little she missed with her finger and applying it to her gums. She stood up, kissed Matt on the cheek after he blew his second line. "Thanks a lot Matt!" she said. "I just got to get down there and dance and make sure nobody tears the house up too bad. See you down there!" Julie said, kissing Andrea on the cheek. Matt sniffed, using his finger to clean up the little specks of coke he'd missed and sucking it into his mouth. 

"No problem. We'll be right down," Matt said. Julie shut the door behind her as she walked out. Matt looked at Andrea. He could tell she probably didn't need any more coke right now. Of course, nobody ever really needs any more coke, but it's always fun to do some more.

She sniffed again as Matt handed her the twenty, holding the mirror for her again, his other hand sliding to her back as she paused for a second before leaning over the mirror, snorting her second line, taking four tries this time. She leaned against Matt, her eye closed as she wiped at her nose. Her body was a bit clammy and her head spun as she leaned against Matt with more of her body. "I think I need a minute before I go back downstairs," she said, sniffling.

Matt put his arm around her as she leaned into him. "Yeah, you okay? Just sit back and let it sink in, you'll be up and ready to party hard in no time, I promise," he said. 

"Yeah, I just need a second" she said. He used his finger to wipe up the rest of the powder on the mirror before setting it and the razor aside. He licked the blow off his finger and pulled out his cigarette pack. He pulled out a joint and lit it up. He opened Julie's window as he puffed on the joint, getting it smoking good before handing it over to Andrea. The cool summer night breeze felt good on her clammy skin.

"Here ya go, babe, this'll help take the edge off." He held her close against his side as he held in his lungful of weed. His hand on her back fell down to her hips, dangerously close to her butt, and his other hand came to rest on her thigh until she handed the joint back to him. He let out his hit and took another one, passed the joint back, his hand falling on her thigh again, giving her a little squeeze. "This helping? Feel a little better?"

She looked up at him as his hand slid from her back to her hips, his fingertips grazing her butt, his other hand on her thigh as he waited for the joint. She closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply, holding it in her lungs and licking her lips as she passed the joint back to Matt. She looked up at him as he squeezed her hip gently. She nodded as she exhaled out the window. "Yeah, it's helped a lot. I'm feeling a lot better," she said, smiling.

"Good," Matt said, puffing on the joint. His cock twitched in his pants as he saw her lick her lips, and he pulled her a little closer to him by her hip. They passed it back and forth until it was about halfway done, then Matt put it out on the windowsill. 

Andrea smiled as they smoked the joint, passing it back and forth, holding in deep breaths of smoke as they got high. Despite being wasted, she wondered about Josh, was he here yet, was he going to show at all? 

"Wooo!" Matt said, a fucked-up little smile playing across his face. His hand fell on her thigh again, his fingers toying with the hem at the bottom of her little black dress. He leaned in close to her and whispered in her ear: "You look fuckin hot tonight, Andrea. I'm happy you're the kind of girl likes to party the way I do," he said, and then his lips fell on her neck, and his hand started to move up under her dress.

She moaned softly as his lips moved to her neck, his hand sliding up her dress. She slowly pulled away, her hand pulling his hand from her leg. "I can't do this," she whispered, biting her lower lip.

"Sure you can," Matt said, his hand moving up her back, his fingers crawling to the back of her neck. She had pulled his hand off her leg, but he found himself reaching across her lap, his hand grabbing her other leg and pulling her towards him. "It's easy, I promise," he whispered in her ear, his lips on her neck again. His hand on the back of her neck tightened its grip, tilting her head to the side and exposing more of the taut skin of her neck to his hungry lips. He sucked on her skin for a moment before dragging his teeth across her and kissing and licking her some more. "Nothin to be scared of, baby," Matt said in a low whisper in her ear.

"No, I mean, I know. It's just, Josh is coming," she said in almost a whisper. She moaned softly as he continued kissing and licking her. "Josh is coming, I can't," she protested as his lips continued working at her neck.

"Is Josh your little boyfriend?" Matt asked in her ear. His voice turned to a low growl as his lips continued working on her neck, his hand moving up from her hip, getting dangerously close to her breasts. Andrea swallowed hard, nodding in response to Matt's question. She shivered, her pulse quickening as he continued, "If you got a boyfriend, why do you seem to be enjoying this so much?" His hand cupped her tit, squeezing the soft flesh through the fabric of her dress. He dragged his teeth along her neck again. "I don't want to hear that name anymore, you got it?"

She didn't answer his question, a small moan escaping her lips as her chest heaved visibly, taking a deep breath, struggling to find a reason for her answer. She tilted her neck back as he squeezed at her breasts, his teeth dragging against her neck again. She nodded again. "He's coming tonight, though," she whispered softly.

"Unless he wants a bag of coke, I don't give a shit. I'm coming first," he growled in her ear. He squeezed her breast again, pushing her down onto her back on Julie's bed. His lips found hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, his body on top of hers. He used his knees to spread her legs, moving his body between them, his hands crawling all over her body, pulling her dress up her legs. "God but you're a foxy little thing. That boyfriend of yours is a fool to not be here with you."

"He wanted to be, he's coming. He's probably here already" she said, looking up at him, her hand on his chest, trying to push him away. Matt's cock was getting hard in his jeans as she tried to push him off her. He wasn't going to have any of that. He grabbed her hand off his chest, and pressed it down on the bed next to her head. With his other hand he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs with his boxers, exposing his hardened, hungry cock. His hand then moved up between her thighs, his fingers moving to her crotch, pressing against her clit even as she tried to push him off her again with her other hand. 

"Naughty girl. Not wearing any panties." His finger pushed its way between her folds, sliding up inside her pussy. She blushed as he growled against her ear, his finger sliding between her wet folds, wiggling deep inside of her pussy.

"Maybe we should go downstairs," she whispered, trying still to get away.

"C'mon, baby," Matt said, sliding his finger in and out of her. "You know you're lovin' this, we'll go downstairs in just a little bit, this won't take too long at all, just a quickie." She was still pushing against him and trying to get away. His cock was hard and rubbing against her thigh. He pulled his finger out of her cunt and grabbed her wrist with that hand, pinning both her arms down on the bed now. She struggled against him, but he was too strong and was able to hold her down. In fact, her struggling had the opposite effect, as he managed to get his dick pressed against her pussy, the shaft rubbing along her folds as she tried to get away. "Yeah, that's it, move just like that baby..." 

He moved her wrists together over her head and managed to get a grip on them with one hand. With the other he reached down and pulled one of her legs up and over his shoulder. The head of his cock found her entrance a few moments later, and he could feel her wetness on his turgid member. He pushed inside. "God you're fucking tight," Matt groaned... "Josh must have a little dick..."

Josh, actually, was parking his car out front. He made his way into the party, looking around for Andrea. He didn't see her anywhere. He found some of his friends, asked if they'd seen her, but they weren't much help. He finally found Julie. 

"Have you seen Andrea? I know she's here somewhere," he said. 

"I think she's still upstairs in my room. She wasn't feeling well." 

"Did she already drink too much?" he asked her. 

"Something like that," Julie said. "Upstairs, second door on the left."

Upstairs, Andrea moaned as she felt Matt's cock rub against her thigh as he pulled her other arm off of his chest, pinning them both above her head with one hand. She arched her back, trying to get away still, stopping when she felt his cock rubbing against her folds as she moved. 

She whimpered, turning her face away as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, wincing as he thrust himself inside of her. She looked up at him as he mentioned Josh, reminding her why she was fighting. "Please don't talk about him," she said, her pussy squeezing tighter around his shaft.

She lay back, trying her hardest not to move with his thrusts, not to give in to him. She wanted to be with Josh, wanted to find him and have his arms around her. When she tuned back in to reality she realized her hips were moving to meet his thrusts, willing him to get deeper inside of her.

Matt forced himself inside her, holding her down on the bed. "Mmm, that's it," he groaned as he felt her pussy squeezing around his tool as he worked it in and out of her. It took a little bit, but pretty soon her hot, tight pussy was quite wet, and her hips were moving, meeting his thrusts, allowing him deeper access. His thrusts grew more insistent, and he worked her with a hard regular rhythm, his cock filling her, stretching her more with every thrust, going deeper and deeper inside her. "Yeah, that's it, girl. See, I told you you'd fucking like it. Mmm, yeah, you fucking love it, don't you, you little fucking slut..."

Downstairs, Josh was about to run up the stairs when he was waylaid by a group of his friends. 

"Hey, Josh, c'mon and do some shots man!" 

"Sure, in a minute, I gotta find Andrea," he said, begging them off. 

"Oh, don't be such a pussy!" 

"Shit, gimme a break, I'll be right back," Josh protested. 

"Just do a couple shots real quick! Andrea's around here somewhere, you'll find her."

"Fine, fine," Josh said, just to get them to shut up. He threw back a few shots of whiskey, the amber liquid burning his throat as he swallowed it down. "Okay, okay," he said. Taking another two. "Now where da hell ish that guuurl?" he muttered, finding the stairs and making his way up them. His head swam in the booze. "Fuck," he groaned, getting to the top of the stairs, forgetting which room Julie had told him to go to. The first door he tried was a bathroom. The second was a closet.

Andrea looked up at Matt as he held her down on Julie's bed, thrusting deeper inside of her as her hips moved with his thrusts, her pussy squeezing even tighter around his cock. She moaned as he ground his hips against her, working his cock as deep as he could inside of her pussy, his chest pressing against her tits, his teeth scraping against her neck again as he hissed into her ear, asking her how much she loved it. 

She wrapped her leg around his waist, the drugs, alcohol and arousal dominating her judgment, forcing her to need more. She looked up at him, her back arching further as she leaned her head back, her body trembling slightly, her eyes watering as she came, her entire body tensed, contracted as her moans grew louder.

He let got of her wrists, his hand groping her tits, pulling the dress up so it was just around her neck, exposing her large mounds, his hand groping at them, squeezing them roughly, pinching her nipples. His mouth found hers, and he kissed her again, roughly, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, their bodies moving together in a lusty, horny rhythm as he fucked her hard, trying to get off inside her.

Outside in the hallway, Josh heard the moaning and groaning and the squeaking bedsprings. Somebody's having a good time, he thought, as he walked past the door that the fucking was obviously coming from. He tried the other two doors in the hallway. "Andrea? Andrea?" he called out, but she didn't respond. 

He was about to go back downstairs and see if he could find her somewhere else in the party when he suddenly recognized the feminine moans and cries coming from behind the door he hadn't opened. He looked at the door, his mind reeling from the alcohol that coursed through his system. "Andrea?" The moans got louder, and now there was no mistaking her. 

He kicked the door open, and there was his girlfriend, of two years, to whom he'd only just recently lost his virginity, on her back, legs wrapped around the waist of some guy he didn't know, getting fucked, hard, and clearly enjoying it very much. He knew that face she was making, he'd seen it before when she came.

"No... no... NO! Andrea what the fuck is this!" he screamed at her. "What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck are you doing?" 

"Fucking, obviously," Matt said, looking over his shoulder at Josh, still thrusting into Andrea.

Andrea turned to see Josh standing in Julie's room. Her heart broke when she saw his face. She quickly pulled her legs from around Matt's waist, trying to push him off of her again. "Josh, it's not- This isn't what it looks like, please Josh wait," she begged, fighting, finally pushing Matt off of her, pulling her dress back down and quickly got up from the bed, moving to Josh. "Can we please go somewhere so I can explain baby?"




The Confessional Ch. 02



Josh stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists, quivering in anger. "Not what it looks like? Fuck you, slut," he said, and turned and rushed out the door, his eyes welling up with tears. She followed him into the hallway, reaching for his hand. He had never in his life raised a hand to a woman in anger, and so he was probably just as surprised as Andrea was when he reeled back and slapped her hard across the face. She whimpered loudly as he brought his hand away from her, the slap to her face hurting much less than the words that came from him next.

"There's nothing to explain. It's exactly what it looked like."

"No, it's not babe. Please just let me explain, I'm so sorry," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face now, her voice shaking, her body trembling.

"You're a fucking slut and I never should have trusted you." He turned to walk away from her again, and she came after him again, grabbing his arm. He spun, raising his arm, shoving her off him and backward, hard into the wall in the hallway, and got right up in her face. "Don't you fucking touch me. Don't call me. Don't look at me. I never want to see your cheating bitch face again." 

"Please, Josh, please don't leave like this, I didn't know what I was doing!"

His hands clenched into fists. He turned his back on her again, moving to go down the stairs. She stepped towards him as he turned towards the stairs, reaching for his arm again, her face drenched in tears. "Never again, you fucking whore!" he screamed at her. She looked at him as he turned to face her once more, and he smacked her again, hard enough this time that she stumbled backwards against the wall, falling to the ground. She stayed on the ground, her head on her knees sobbing loudly.

Julie was rushing up the stairs as Josh was coming down them. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she demanded, hitting him. He pushed her away and kept moving, leaving the party. Julie knelt down beside Andrea, holding her head to her breast as she cried. 

She saw someone's legs walk past her, going back downstairs, she looked up to see Matt as he reached the stairs, never once looking back at her. 

She sat in Julie's arms, struggling to find her composure. Eventually, she sat up, leaning against the wall for a minute. She slowly got up, dizzy from crying so hard, as well as her high, needing to get to the bathroom. Julie helped her, leading her into the bathroom, holding her hair and rubbing her back as she got sick, her body still trembling as she sobbed.



The Confessional Ch. 03



Special thanks to Sexy_Curves for all her help!

Andrea sat back, against the cool wall of the tub, her eyes closed as her chest heaved. "How could I do this, how could I ruin what I had with Josh?"

Julie brushed her hair out of her face again. "You got caught up in the moment, Andi. It happens, and he should have been here an hour ago. If he hadn't been so late, none of this would have happened."

Andrea shook her head. She never should have gone upstairs with Matt, she should have stayed downstairs and waited for Josh. "I knew he was going to be late, it's my fault," she said.

"Honey, we're young, we're supposed to be out having fun. And Jesus, he fucking hit you, Andi, do you really want to be with someone who would hurt you like that?" 

"I deserved it, I deserved everything I got." She would have given anything for Josh to forgive her for what she'd done. She held her face where Josh hit her, the pain still throbbing in her cheek and jaw.

Julie hugged Andrea. "It's gonna be alright, hon. Just try to have a good time tonight. C'mon, it'll be fun, I promise. I'll make sure you have a great time." Julie stood up, taking Andrea's hands and helping her to her feet. "Let's get you cleaned up a little huh?" She turned the water on in the sink and led Andrea over to it, helping her wash the tear-stained make-up from her cheeks. 

After a few minutes, Julie had worked her magic on Andrea with some fresh make-up, had her brush the vomit out of her mouth with a spare toothbrush, and she was feeling a little better. "Now let's get you a drink and we can forget all this stuff, okay babe? And don't blame yourself for all this... I should have warned you about Matt, he can be an asshole. Fucking coke dealers. He took advantage of you and Josh should have been here all along."

Julie's words slowly started to sink in as she promised her it would be okay. She followed her out of the bathroom and down the stairs, still a bit apprehensive as Julie grabbed them both a shot and a beer, the loud music pumping through the house.

"Here ya go, babe," Julie said. They were standing next to the kitchen table, fresh beers and a pair of full shotglasses in front of them, a half-full fifth of Jack Daniels, Old No. 7, sitting on the table with the cap lying next to it. "You've been with that jerk for two years now," Julie said, "it's about time you got out and had some real fun!" With that Julie picked up her glass, tapped it to Andrea's, and the girls threw back their shots. 

As the girls took drinks of their beers, Julie whispered in Andrea's ear about some of the fun she'd been having in the last couple of months. She even pointed out a couple of the different boys she'd had as they passed through. 

About half-way through their beers, Julie pointed out someone to Andrea. "Now... I've heard he's fun, but I've never had the pleasure," Julie said. "If I didn't already have my heart set on something tonight, I'd be all over it," she said, nodding at the boy and smirking. He was on the other side of the room, talking with a couple of his buddies, totally oblivious. Julie looked into Andrea's eyes. "Why don't you tell me what it's like?" Julie said, a wicked smile coming over her face. "I'll play wing-girl, if you want. His name's Logan. I saw him checking you out just a minute ago." 

Andrea smiled, took another drink of her beer and nodded. "Yeah, I think I need this," she told Julie, catching Logan's eye as he glanced her way.

Logan had been checking out the two hot girls doing shots of whiskey for the last five minutes as he stood around the party with his buddies. The music was loud, there were some people dancing around them. Logan didn't know the girls, but his friend Brian did, and he let him know what was up. 

"You see the brunette? I know for a fact she's hooking up with Mikey McKay tonight. She's a fucking slut but she's amazing in bed," Brian said, a smile crossing his lips at the memory. "The blond is Andrea something. She's had a boyfriend for a long time but I sure don't see him around and she definitely looks like she's in the mood to party." 

Logan looked at Brian. "You think?" He looked around the room. "She's one of the hottest fucking girls here." 

"And she just gave you a very hungry look, man," Brian replied. Logan turned and looked back at her, and their eyes locked from across the room for a moment. He gave her a bit of a smile before turning back to Brian. 

"C'mon, dude, I ain't gettin involved with some broad who's got a boyfriend," Logan said, scoping out the room again. He took a long drink of his beer, his feet tapping to the beat the DJ was spinning for them. 

"Well, tell her that yourself, because she's headed your way," Brian said, winking at their other buddy and melting off into the crowd to say hi to other friends.

Andrea finished her beer and grabbed another as she and Julie walked across the room to where Logan was standing with his friend. She smiled as Julie pulled his friend aside, leaving Logan and her alone. 

Andrea moved close to Logan, her lips near her ear. "I'm single, drunk, and I wanna dance," she said, her lips grazing his ear before pulling away slightly to look up at him. She took his hand, sliding it to her waist, looking up at him and smiling.

Logan smiled right back, his hand on her waist tightening, and he wasted no time in leading her to the dance floor. He couldn't remember the last time a girl had been quite so forward with him, and he had to admit, he liked it quite a bit. She'd answered all his questions with seven short, simple words. 

Out in the middle of the dance floor, which on most days was Julie's living room, Logan and Andrea danced close, their bodies rubbing together, their hands pulling and groping at each other, the beat driving their feet to keep moving. The party, and the dance floor, was getting quite crowded. Logan was certainly enjoying having this hot young blond grinding her body against his. It was so crowded around them, no one even noticed when Logan's hand moved up from her ass to squeeze her tits. A moment later, they were locked in a sloppy kiss. She kissed and nibbled at his neck, her teeth tugging on his earlobe. "Maybe we should take this upstairs," she whispered, "where it's less crowded."

Her teeth on his ear made him growl in lust for her. But he had a better idea. "How about the hot tub out back?" he suggested. "I didn't see anyone out there a few minutes ago." He didn't wait for her response; Logan knew he could take her anywhere, as long as it was dark and quiet. He took her hand and led her away from the crowded dance floor, through the kitchen (where they each grabbed a fresh beer), through a sun-room and out the back door. 

The hot tub was on the other side of a large, in-ground pool. He led her around the pool, kissing her between drinks. He unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it on the ground. He kicked off his shoes. They got to the hot tub, which was also dug into the ground. He turned on the jets as he peeled off his socks. They kissed again, Logan's hands tugging at her dress, pulling it up and over her head. 

He was delighted to find that she was quite naked underneath.

She smiled at him as she slid off her heels, standing naked in the crisp night air, her nipples hardening as she reached for the button on his pants, unzipping them. She kissed his neck and chest as she slid his boxers down, taking his hand and leading him into the hot tub.

They slid into the hot, bubbling water, naked, and were kissing each other immediately, tongues sliding over each other. Their hands went to town on their bodies under the water. Logan felt up her tits, squeezing the globes, and then his hand moved down her belly and went between her legs, his fingers toying at her clit for a moment before he moved them down to her lips. He didn't know, but it hadn't been that long ago that Matt had been fucking her, and so he was easily able to slide two fingers right up inside her. 

"Mmm, you're all revved up and ready to go, aren't you?" Logan growled in her ear, his lips working up and down her neck as he started moving his fingers in and out of her pussy. She leaned her neck back as her hand slid down his body, slowly wrapping around his cock, moving up and down the length of his shaft, moaning softly as she felt it harden in her hand. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, pulling gently on his hair as she kissed his chest.

He pulled her closer to him, and slid a third finger up inside her, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her as she jerked his hard cock up and down. She nibbled softly on his neck as she squeezed her pussy around his fingers, her chest pressing against him. He let out a low moan, his eyes shut as he felt her lips on his chest, her hand on his neck. 

He worked his fingers in and out until he had her really worked up, and then he pulled out of her and grabbed her ass with both hands, easily lifting the smaller girl in the water, and put her in his lap, spreading her legs to straddle him. He pressed the shaft of his cock against her hungry folds, and grabbed her ass, moving her hips so she was riding up and down along his cock. Her body trembled, her skin covered in goosebumps as he held her ass, moving her hips as she rode against his shaft, the length sliding against her slit. He groaned, feeling the heat from her washing over his cock, and he wanted so badly to get inside her. 

They started humping each other, grinding their bodies together. Logan's hands came up and each squeezed a tit as he felt the head of his cock slip inside her silky entrance. She moved her free hand to his shoulder as he squeezed at her tits, the head of his cock sliding between her folds as he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as she gradually lowered herself down the length of his shaft.

"Fuck me," she whispered, licking and nibbling at his earlobe as she squeezed her pussy around his cock.

She didn't need to tell him twice. 

Logan groaned as he felt her pussy contract around his cock, and his hands took a tight grip on her ass and he pushed her down on him, at the same time thrusting up, burying his cock inside her hot cunt. A low cry escaped his throat, his head fell back for a moment as he felt her opening up for him, squeezing around him, taking him inside her fully. He continued to hold on to her butt, moving her up and down as he started thrusting up into her, building a hot, raunchy rhythm together. 

The water slowed them down a bit. Logan picked her up out of the water and set her down on her ass on the side of the hot tub. He grabbed her legs and spread them out wide and started thrusting into her, hard, fucking her on the hard concrete. Her back arched against the concrete, one hand staying around his neck, the other toying with her nipples as he spread her legs wider, thrusting deeper inside of her. She wrapped one leg around his waist as he fucked her, his teeth and lips focusing intently on her neck, her moans growing louder, her pulse fast, and her breathing shallow.

Her moans spurred him on, and Logan's thrusting became more insistent, harder, faster, driving deeper into her. He held her ass with one hand, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, allowing him even deeper access. 

"Oh, fuck, fuck, God you're so fucking hot..." he groaned out, his other hand reaching forward and taking a hold of one of her tits, squeezing it, pinching her nipple. He even slapped her tit a couple of times before he pulled his cock out of her, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back into the water. He turned her around, bent her over the side of the hot tub at the waist, then grabbed her buttcheeks, spreading them, his cock finding her hot wet pussy again and he drove it deep into her with a single thrust. He held her by her hips as he pounded his cock into her from behind, pulling her back onto his every thrust, his cock finding its way deeper into her pussy than it had before.

He spanked her a few times, in time with his thrusts, the slapping sound resonating loudly. He groaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy, shutting his eyes as pleasure rushed through him. He felt his balls clenching up, his cock twitching... he needed to slow down or he was going to cum, and he wanted this encounter to last a bit longer. 

He drove his cock into her, fully impaling her with his length, thinking that if he stopped his thrusting he could stall his impending orgasm. He was wrong. The way Andrea shrieked in pleasure when he drove his tool fully into her and kept it there was enough to send him over the edge. His cock started to twitch and spasm inside her, growing even larger for a moment as his balls tightened. He held onto her hips, keeping his dick lodged deep within her as he bucked behind her, firing his white hot seed into her pussy.

She trembled as he came deep inside of her, the sensation enough to send her over the edge, moaning louder, her head against his chest as they came, her hands cupping her tits, his fingers digging into her hips.

Logan kept his dick buried deep within her as he fired spurt after spurt up inside her pussy, his grip on her tight. He groaned loudly, feeling her pussy quivering and spasming around his cock as she came, her orgasm milking him of all his juice. He finally finished and pulled back, letting go of her, falling back into the water and sitting down on the other side of the tub, his breathing heavy as he basked in the afterglow for a moment, eyes closed, the sensations slowly fading away. She leaned against the wall of the hot tub, smiling, her eyes closed as she and Logan were silent, enjoying the moment. 

He moved back across the tub to Andrea. "Think we should get back to the party?" he asked, putting his arm around her and kissing her ear.

She nodded. "Its probably a good idea," she answered, kissing his jaw before he stepped out of the hot tub, reaching to her to help her up. They grabbed towels Julie had set out before the party started and dried off before getting dressed and walking back into the house. Logan walked with her back into the house, where the party was still hopping and nobody had even noticed they were gone. Logan was still in a bit of a state of shock, really; he couldn't quite believe that such a hot girl had come up to him, asked him to dance, and proceeded to fuck him outside in the hot tub. 

"Hey, I'm gonna grab us a couple of drinks," he said as they started dancing again, realizing too late that he never should have wandered off without her, because now he'd probably never see her again.



The Confessional Ch. 04



Special thanks to Sexy_Curves for all her help with this story! 

She nodded when Logan told her she was gonna grab them some fresh drinks. She looked around for Julie, itching for another line, but unable to find her. She started walking towards the kitchen to find Logan. 

Matt saw Andrea from across the room. She was looking around like she was searching for somebody. Damn, but he had really enjoyed fucking her earlier. Even though that stupid boyfriend had barged in and ruined everything. Matt still hadn't cum, and he had been close. He was lucky he hadn't gotten a serious case of the blue-balls. 

Andrea saw Matt. She hated him for what happened earlier, but she really wanted some coke. Considering all the drama with the boyfriend, Matt sure wasn't expecting her to come up to him. She walked over to him, an arrogant grin on his face as she approached. "Got anything left?" she asked him, her lips close to his ear.

"Depends on how much you want," he replied. He'd sold all of his bags but had his own personal eight-ball stashed away, and it would be pretty easy to cut some out of that for her.

"I just need a line or two," she said, still looking around for Julie so she could stop talking to Matt. She realized then that she hadn't brought any money with her, and seeing she still couldn't find Julie, she didn't have anyone to borrow money from. "I can pay you back, but I didn't bring any cash tonight," she whispered, her body brushing against his side. "Please, I could really use it." Dammit, where was Julie? Andrea knew she was probably hooking up with someone and finding her was a lost cause, so she'd have to go through Matt.

Matt certainly wasn't swayed by the way her body brushed up against his. "What do I look like, a fucking bank? I don't issue credit, honey," he said. "But if you really need it that bad," he said, a dark grin coming over his face, "well... do you know why they call a blowjob a blowjob?" He put his arm around her back, his hand creeping down and squeezing her ass. "Because it's a job you can do for some blow."

Andrea looked at him. She should have known better than to try to get anything from him without cash. She started to walk away, but felt his arm move around her back, keeping her there as he spoke again, giving her one way to get the fix she craved. She didn't answer for a minute, debating if it was really worth it or not. Finally though, she nodded, feeling his hand slip around her waist and lead her back up the stairs, for the second time that night. His cock was starting to get a little thicker and harder with every step he took. It wasn't every day he found a girl this fucking hot who was willing blow him for a little blow. And wasn't that the whole reason he'd started slinging cocaine in the first place? 

They walked up to Julie's bedroom door, but found it shut, and emanating from within were the sounds of Julie and Mikey fucking. Matt led her to another bedroom, this one clearly belonging to Julie's mom and dad. Matt flipped on the light and shut the door behind them. He looked around, then found what he was looking for: a hand-held antique mirror sitting on top of a dresser. He sat down next to Andrea on the bed and pulled out his baggie of that delicious white powder. He dumped a little bit out, broke down the bigger chunks with a credit card, and cut out four fat lines and one little line. 

"You can have the little one now, because I'm such a nice guy, and you get two of those bigger ones after I cum. Deal?" he asked her, handing her a rolled up twenty-dollar bill. 

She rolled her eyes when he called himself a nice guy, and took the rolled up twenty-dollar bill he was handing her. She bent over the mirror as he held it for her, pulling her hair back with her free hand as she easily took her line in one try. She sat up, sniffling and wiping at her nose before sliding to her knees between Matt's legs, looking up at him as she reached for his zipper.

He unfastened his belt and the button as she pulled the zipper down, and Matt pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, his cock thick and long but not quite hard yet. "Yeah, Andrea, show me how bad you want those lines," he moaned, feeling the heat of her breath on his member. He ran his hands through her blond hair, pulling it back away from her face.

Andrea slid her fingers around Matt's cock, moving her hand up and down the length of his shaft, getting him hard again. It disgusted her to be doing this to him for coke, but she needed more. 

She cringed as his hands ran through her damp hair, pulling it away from her face as she slowly moved her lips to the head of his cock, licking up and down before wrapping her lips around his cock, looking up at him as she took him deeper, sucking softly as she began moving her head up and down, her tongue sliding along the bottom of his cock.

He groaned as he sat there and she sucked on his dick after getting it good and hard. His head fell back, his eyes closed as the first warm sensations rushed through him. "That's it," he said, his grip on her hair tightening a bit as her head bobbed up and down, her lips wrapped tightly around his tool. He groaned again, his head coming back and looking down at her. He stood up then, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth as he did, the knob hitting the back of her throat. She leaned back slightly, her hands sliding up his legs to rest on his thighs as he stood up, his cock moving deeper into her mouth, the head hitting her throat. 

She gagged, her eyes closing as he thrust into her mouth, his grip tight on her hair keeping her where he wanted her. She could feel spit run down her chin as he kept his cock deep in her mouth, against her throat as she sucked softly.

Matt's grip on her hair tightened when he heard her gag on his cock. He grinned his evil grin as he held her head down on him, filling her mouth with his cock, and he still had a few inches to force down her throat. Matt used his hips to thrust into her mouth, enjoying the way she was forced to gag on him way too much. He began using his grip on her head to force her face down on him, pushing his tool down her throat. "Yeah girl, you better learn to deepthroat if you wanna get me off," he said as he forced his cock down her throat again. He held her head down on him after that thrust, his dick pushed down her throat, his balls rubbing on her chin.

Andrea looked up at Matt as he pulled on her hair, her gagging getting louder at he forced more of himself into her mouth. Her eyes began to water as she gagged, her chest and shoulders heaving. She closed her eyes again as he spoke to her, his hand on the back of her head, keeping her nose against his body as his balls rubbed on her chin. Her face grew red as he continued, the makeup that Julie had redone starting to run. 

She pressed her nails into his thighs, trying to get him off of her as he ground her face against him, his cock sliding even deeper into her throat, spit dripping down her chin, dripping onto her neck as she gagged.

Matt growled loudly when he felt her finger nails dig into his thighs, and he pulled his dick out of her mouth. "You don't actually want that coke, do you bitch?" he said, before raising his hand and slapping her hard across the face. He grabbed her by her hair again and swung her around, pushing her back against the side of the bed. 

She brought her hand to her face as she tried to get up, feeling him pull hard on her hair, pushing her against the bed. She opened her mouth to tell him she wanted to go back downstairs, but felt his grip tighten on her hair as he forced his cock back into her mouth, his balls once again against her chin, and she gagged loudly as he started to fuck her mouth yet again. 

He held her head tightly, pushing her face down onto his cock every time he thrust hard into her mouth and down her throat, violently abusing her face and mouth. "Yeah, suck on it you little fucking whore," he growled at her, groaning at the feel of her hot mouth and throat around his hard cock. "Oh, yeah, you fucking slut, you know you love this, don't you, c'mon and suck me good, soon as I cum you can have your fucking coke." 

His hand gripped her hair painfully tight. He had her pinned against the bed, fucking her face, thrusting his tool down her throat as she gagged on it over and over. He got a sick pleasure in the spit coating her chin, the tears running down her cheeks, the smeared make-up on her face. 

He finally pulled his cock fully out of her mouth, but as she gasped for breath, he reached down quickly and grabbed her by her throat, pulling her up off her knees and pushing her roughly down onto the bed, on her back. He made sure he pushed her down in such a way that her head was at the foot of the bed, and he moved around to her, grabbing her and pulling her towards him, so her head was hanging off the end of the bed. Once again he took his cock in his hand and forced it into her mouth, down her throat, his balls smacking against her nose now as she lay on her back on the bed. She gagged loudly, her face becoming more red as his balls pressed against her nose, his cock even deeper in her throat than before. Her spit was now moving up her face, her cheeks wet. Her body trembled beneath him as he forced her to take his entire cock in her mouth, not moving off of her, pulling her hair harder, keeping himself fully impaled in her throat.

Matt started fucking her face again, driving his cock down her throat. He loved the way he had her gagging on his dick. Andrea closed her eyes as he continued fucking her face, her throat stretching around his cock as she gagged loudly. He reached forward, grabbing the hem of her dress, pulling it up her body, exposing her pussy to his greedy eyes and hands. He held her head with one hand, the grip on her hair even tighter now. With his other hand he started groping her tits, squeezing her mounds roughly before moving his hand down to her crotch. His fingers searched for her clit, even as she struggled against him, trying to keep her legs together tight.. Her hands moved to her dress, trying to push it back down as he pulled it over her body, her body arching forward as he roughly squeezed at her breasts. 

He pulled his hand back to her head for a moment, grabbing her neck so he could feel his cock stretching out her throat. Her gagging grew louder. "I'll fuckin teach you, bitch. You'll be spreading those legs when I fucking want you to, just like the fucking whore you are!" 

She kept her legs together, her hands holding her dress down as she gagged on his cock, her face wet with saliva as he continued fucking her mouth and throat.

Matt grew more and more upset as she held her dress down and her legs together. "Open up for me you fucking whore. Show me your twat." He grabbed at her tits again, squeezing the globes harshly. "Do you want that coke or not?" he demanded, still fucking her mouth and not giving her any kind of opportunity to respond. He pulled his cock out of her mouth then, his hand tight around her throat again, bending over her, getting right in her face. "You're not getting your high til I get off, slut, so I recommend you do everything in your power to make that fucking happen."

She nodded, slowly, shaky arms letting go of her dress, his hand even tighter around her throat, the edges of her vision starting to get dark as she spread her legs, her entire body trembling, her face red and covered with saliva and smeared makeup as she looked up at him.

"That's a good little coke whore," Matt said, pulling his cock out of her mouth and grabbing her dress, pulling it up, exposing her pussy and tits. He groped at her tits first, greedily squeezing her large mounds, before one hand moved down and his fingers crossed her clit, and then dug harshly into her cunt, causing her to gasp. When she did, Matt was quick to make sure his cock was back in her mouth, and in no time at all he was thrusting into her throat again. He watched with sick pleasure as her tits bounced from the force of the facefucking he was giving her.

He held her down on the bed, one hand around her throat so he could feel his cock stretching her neck, and the other fingering her pussy. "You're dripping fucking wet, you dirty whore. You get off on this rough stuff, don't you? I knew you did. You wouldn't have come back to me for more if you didn't." 

He thrust down her throat again and again, loving the way she gagged, loving the spit and tears and makeup that coated her face, loving the way her pussy responded to his fingers. Andrea's back arched against the bed as Matt's fingers moved deeper inside of her wet pussy. She gagged loudly, her throat being thrust into again and again as his fingers wrapped around her neck. Her pussy contracted around his fingers involuntarily as she gagged more, her face dripping with saliva and tears, her makeup stained cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red.

"I bet you want this to be over so you can have your blow, huh?" Matt growled at her as his fingers dug deeper into her pussy. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and smacked her wet cheek with it. "It'll be over as soon as you can get me to cum, you little whore." He started rubbing his hard cock all over her wet face. "I bet you'll do anything to get me to cum, won't you, my dirty little whore?"

Andrea gagged as he pulled his cock out of her mouth, turning her face as he started smacking her cheek with his wet shaft. She nodded in response to his question. All she wanted was for him to cum so she could do her lines and never deal with him again. She winced as he began rubbing his cock all over her face, her makeup streaking more. She looked away from him as he spoke to her, nodding slowly, answering his question.

"Well then turn over and show me that little asshole of yours, whore," he growled. He didn't give her much of an option, as his grip on her neck was tight and he picked her up off her back, delighting in the choking noises she was making, until she was sitting upright on the bed. He let go of her neck and grabbed her butt with one hand, her shoulder with another, and roughly threw her forward and down, causing her to knock her head against the headboard. 

Matt was on the bed, behind her, in an instant, kneeling between her ankles. She whimpered, her hand moving to her head, as he grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks, forcing his finger into her tight hole. She shivered as she felt the head of his cock rubbing against her asshole. "Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you in the ass, bitch," he growled at her as he rubbed the spit-covered head of his cock around her asshole.

"I just want you to cum" she said, her voice shaky. "I just wanna get high."

He smacked her ass, hard, and then leaned over her, grabbing her hair and turning her head towards the bedside table, where the mirror with the lines of cocaine was sitting. "Is that what you want? That sweet little white powder? You little fucking coke-whore! If you want it so bad tell me what hole you want me to blow my load in!" he demanded, rubbing the head of his cock all over her tight little asshole and dripping pussy. He pushed it inside each hole just a little bit, waiting for her response.

"Cum in my pussy" she answered, knowing how much his big cock would hurt inside of her ass.

As much as Matt wanted to take her tight little ass, he had a hunch that he'd have an opportunity to do so another time. And after having that pussy earlier, he decided he wanted to finish what he'd started. He plunged his dick into her dripping cunt, and it slid easily inside her, deeply. "Fucking whore, you're still horny from when I fucked you earlier, aren't you?" he said to her, having no idea that she'd fucked Logan between then and now. "Yeah, I stretched you out pretty good, didn't I?" Andrea moaned loudly. She stayed on her hands and knees, her head still throbbing from when she hit the headboard. She nodded in response to his questions, knowing better than to tell him she'd fucked someone else since he last fucked her. He grabbed her by her hips and started thrusting hard into her, pounding her, fucking her with long deep strokes. "Yeah, that's it, girl, you deserve those lines, you've really earned them tonight," he growled at her. She squeezed her pussy around his cock as he fucked her, making herself as tight as she could when she felt his cock start to twitch inside of her.

His grip on her hips tightened, and he drove his cock fully into her, balls deep. He let out a low roar as his cock spasmed and twitched inside of her, his balls clenching up, and he held himself as deep as he could inside as he fired his cum into her, burst after burst of his white-hot jizz, filling her, searching out her deepest recesses. 

Panting, he finally pulled out of her when he finished cumming, and pulled his pants back up. He grabbed the rolled up twenty dollar bill, blew his line up his nose. He sniffed as he put the twenty down on the mirror. She did her best not to look at him as he did his line, He got up, took one last look at Andrea, and smirked as he saw her spit-and-makeup covered face and his white seed leaking out of her cunt. "Anytime you want some more, just talk to Julie, okay?" he said, then walked over to the door, unlocked it, and left, closing it behind him. She didn't answer, shivering as she heard the door shut behind him. 

She laid on the bed for a minute before wiping her face, and reaching over to the table, doing her line. She found her dress and pulled it back down, going to Julie's stash in her closet and taking a few long drinks from her bottle of Absolute before going into the bathroom across the hall, forgetting to lock the door, leaving the twenty dollar bill and the line on the mirror. She walked to the sink and looked in the mirror, disgusted with what she'd just done. She turned on the water and washed her face, her stomach churning, her head spinning. She pressed her head against the cool glass of the mirror before hurrying to the toilet again, getting sick for the second time tonight.



The Confessional Ch. 05



Special thanks, again, to Sexy_Curves for helping me write this. 

She sat back against the wall, her head against the tile. She looked towards the door when she heard it start to open, her head pounding. Julie pushed the bathroom door open. "Andi? Is that you?" Julie saw her friend sitting against the tile wall. "Jesus fucking Christ, are you okay?" She knelt down beside her. She was wearing a little pink silk robe and nothing else. Julie put her hand on Andrea's forehead. Andrea's eyes were glassy and bloodshot, her heart racing. Andrea looked up at Julie as she walked into the bathroom, not answering her questions. She was shivering despite the fact that she was sweating. Julie held her hair back as Andrea got sick again, puking in the toilet. When she was finished, Julie started tugging at her dress. "C'mon, let's put you in the shower, that'll help you sober up a bit and then you can get a good night's sleep, okay?" Andrea didn't notice that the door had opened again, and Julie's boytoy, Mikey, had come in. 

"Is she alright?" he asked. He was wearing just his boxer shorts. 

"She'll be okay. Here, help me," Julie said, just as she was pulling the dress off Andrea, over her head. Julie turned on the hot water in the shower, let it warm up for a moment, and then she and Mikey got Andrea to her feet. Mikey led her into the shower. She was rather wobbly on her feet so they set her down on her ass, the water rushing over her head and shoulders. 

"Your friend's pretty hot," Mikey said, eyeing the naked young blond he'd just had his hands all over. He'd made sure to cop a few feels as he helped her into the shower. 

"Yeah she is," Julie agreed. "You know, she's so wasted right now, I bet we could do anything we wanted with her." 

"Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?" Mikey said, a grin coming across his face as he dropped his boxers, his cock getting hard in his hand as he looked Andrea up and down. Julie wrapped her hand around his cock. 

"Let's start with something simple. Let's see if she'll blow you," Julie said. 

Mikey stepped into the shower, naked, the water rushing over his toned body, and he stood in front of Andrea. He reached down and put his hand on her neck, helping her up to her knees. "C'mon baby, suck my cock, just like your friend Julie said you would," Mikey said to her, holding his cock to her mouth. 

"C'mon Andi, don't you remember telling me how bad you wanted to suck Mikey's cock?" Julie said, making it all up as she went.

Andrea looked up at Mikey as he held his cock, slipping it into her mouth as she slowly started sucking, her lips wrapping around it.

"That's it," Julie said, leaning over and whispering in Andrea's ear. "Suck on it, mmhmm," she said, and licked at Andrea's ear before her hands moved down to her chest and started to squeeze the blonde girl's tits. Mikey pushed some of Andrea's hair out of her face, holding it behind her head as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. 

"Mmm, damn, she does this pretty fucking good," Mikey said with a groan, his grip on Andrea's hair getting a little tighter, the water rushing down over their bodies. He started to move his hips a bit with her bobbing head, pushing more of his cock into her mouth. She gagged a bit as his cock hit against the back of her throat when Mikey's hips started moving with her mouth. 

She leaned against Julie when she felt her kneeling behind her. She closed her eyes as Julie's hands moved over her body, one rubbing and squeezing her tits gently, the other moving between her legs, her fingers playing with her clit. Andrea moaned around Mikey's cock, and heard Mikey moan soon after as Julie continued playing with her clit. She sucked a little harder on Mikey's cock, her hands moving to his thighs to keep her balance.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so good," Mikey groaned. He looked down at Andrea, and then at Julie kneeling behind her. "Move up here, and both of you suck on it," he said. Julie kissed Andrea on the cheek before moving to kneel next to her, pressing her body against the other girl so they would both fit in the tub. Julie took Mikey's cock in her hand and started licking it up and down. Andrea moved one of her hands to Julie's. Julie and Mikey both encouraged Andrea to join in, and she did, her tongue sliding up and down Mikey's cock, meeting Julie's tongue occasionally as they worked on Mikey's throbbing shaft. Andrea moaned as Julie continued rubbing her clit, her back arching as Julie started moving her fingers harder and faster.

Mikey groaned in pleasure as the two girls licked his dick up and down. After a little bit of that, he put his hand on the back of Andrea's head and slid his dick into her mouth again. "Mmm, yeah, suck on it good baby," he said. Then he pulled it out and offered it to Julie, who promptly wrapped her pouty lips around it and bobbed her head up and down on it. He pulled it out and playfully smacked both girls' cheeks before offering it to Andrea again. As she wrapped her lips tightly around it and started sucking again, Julie worked two of her fingers into Andrea's pussy.

"Mmm, Mikey, she's so fucking hot and wet, she's gonna feel so good all around that fat cock of yours," Julie said, two fingers working in and out of her. She contracted her pussy around Julie's fingers as she felt herself getting close, sucking harder on Mikey's cock. "Ooh! She can squeeze it too!" Julie squealed as she continued fingerfucking Andrea. Mikey groaned, both at Julie's words and at Andrea's ministrations upon his cock. "Mmm, let's see what happens when she cums," Julie said, and continued to finger Andrea, slipping a third finger in and speeding up her thrusts. Julie started sucking on one of Andrea's tits as she did so, and Mikey started thrusting into Andrea's face, holding her head in his hands.

Andrea closed her eyes as she started grinding her hips against Julie's hand when she added another finger into her dripping pussy. She gagged as his cock thrust into her throat, her body rocking against Julie's fingers, her moans growing louder as she started to cum, her pussy squirting juices onto Julie's hand. "EEEEeee!!!! She squirts too!" Julie said, bringing her hand up to her mouth to lick Andrea's juices off it. "Oh my God, you have to fuck her Mikey!" 

Julie stood up and Mikey pulled his cock out of Andrea's mouth. The both of them together managed to get Andrea up on her feet. They pressed her against the cold tile wall, and Julie grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up. Mikey's hard cock pressed against her used, dripping pussy. He grabbed her other leg and pulled that up, lifting her completely off the floor, keeping her pressed tightly to the wall. He felt her pussy slowly enveloping his cock as he lowered her onto his tool, and he groaned as he could feel how amazingly hot and wet she was after her orgasm.

"Julie," she whispered, "I already did this tonight with Logan and Matt." 

"Three guys in one night!" Julie exclaimed, "that's better than I've ever done!" Mikey's pace picked up. "Yeah," Julie said, "that's right, fuck that slut like she deserves, that's just how she likes it, good and hard!" Julie smacked Mikey's ass, spurring him on, and his cock plowed into Andrea over and over and over again, powerfully deep, stretching her more than she'd already been stretched out that night. "I didn't think you had it in you, babe. Two guys, that's one thing, but three? Damn, that takes a real slut. I've taught you well... looks like I might even be able to learn a few things from you, huh? I guess you had that slut hidden deep down inside you, didn't you, and you couldn't let it out till you got rid of that motherfucker boyfriend of yours."

She closed her eyes when Julie mentioned Josh, remembering what had all happened that night, cheating on Josh, hooking up with a random guy, doing coke, having sex for coke. She thought she might get sick again, but leaned her head back against the wall, focusing back on Mikey.

Mikey kept fucking her hard, roughly up against the wall. He groaned loudly, the water rushing over the three of them, and then his cock began to spasm and twitch inside her, seeming to grow larger with every thrust, and before Andrea knew it she could feel his seed spewing, spreading inside her, mixing with Logan's and Matt's. She moaned loudly, her body tense, her pussy squeezing around his cock as he came, filling her pussy as she started to squirt around his cock, her back arched off of the wall of the shower. 

Slowly, Mikey and Julie helped Andrea find her feet, but her legs were still wobbly so they sat her down in the tub again. Mikey kissed Andrea's forehead before he got out, dried himself off and left the two girls alone. "Feelin better babe?" Julie asked her, sitting down next to her.

She shook her head, leaning against the wall again, her body clammy, her head throbbing even more. "I messed up Julie," she slurred, realizing all of the stupid things she'd done that night.

"What? No! You had a good time, right?" Julie said. Andrea didn't answer Julie. She didn't really know the answer, did she have a good time or was she just wasted and desperate for another fix all night? She really couldn't answer. 

Julie hugged Andrea tight. "I'll be right back," Julie said, getting out of the shower. She dried herself off, wrapped a towel around her wet hair, put on her robe, and left for just a minute before returning with a pair of cute little shorts and a tanktop. "I got some pajamas for ya babe. C'mon, let's get you into bed." Julie turned off the water and helped Andrea to her feet. She grabbed another towel and helped her dry off and get dressed. "I mean, what's the worst you could have fucked up, Andi? Did you forget to take your pill today or somethin'?" 

Andrea turned quickly, holding onto the sink when Julie spoke again. "Julie, I--" she whispered, "I forgot to pick up my new prescription at the pharmacy this morning."

"Oh honey," Julie said. "It'll be okay. You get some sleep and in the morning we'll go get your prescription. And a morning-after pill, just to be safe. Sound good?" Julie was sliding into a pair of jeans and a mid-riff baring tight little top. "The party's still going, I better make sure nothing's broke yet. I'll crawl in next to you as soon as I kick everyone out. Which will hopefully be pretty soon." With that, Julie left, going back down to the party. It would be a while before she managed to get everyone to leave. After all, she had to fuck two guys to catch up with Andrea.

She watched as Julie left, and had a rough time falling asleep, her head throbbing, the music still pumping downstairs. Eventually, she closed her eyes, and fell asleep, and woke up the next afternoon when Julie gently shook her shoulder. She slowly opened her eyes, wincing as she moved her hand over her eyes. "What the hell did I do last night?" she groaned.

"Honey, what didn't you do last night?" Julie said, rolling over. "You were the life of the party! Don't tell me you don't remember, girl! You were a bit of a mess when I found you in the bathroom. You told me you did it with Logan and Matt. And then that thing with me and Mikey... But hey, it was all in good fun, right? Let's get you up and dressed. We need to get you to the pharmacy. That'll teach you to forget your pills." 

Julie and Andrea got cleaned up and dressed and Julie drove her to the drug store, where she was able to pick up her prescription and get the mornimg-after pill she needed after her crazy night. "Maybe we should get you some condoms too? Every good slut needs a big box of rubbers."

"Julie, I'm not a slut," she said, almost a question. "I just had a little too much fun last night," she said as they got out of the car and walked into the pharmacy. She went to the counter and got her prescription as well as talked to the pharmacist for the other med she needed. She blushed, her cheeks growing bright red when Julie came over to her with an economy pack of condoms, telling the tech to add it to her purchase.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Julie said, winking at the cute pharmacy tech boy as Andrea paid for her drugs and condoms. "You've got to embrace it," Julie said as they were walking out the door. "And I guess you're right, you're not really a slut. Not yet anyway. But anyway," Julie said as they got into her car, "what's the deal with you and Matt? I didn't think you'd be into a guy like him."

Andrea shook her head as they got into the car. "There's nothing with me and Matt. I was wasted when he fucked me, then I couldn't find you later when I needed another line and I went to him. I didn't have cash and it was supposed to just be a blowjob but he took it a lot further, and that's when you found me in the bathroom" she said, reading the label on the box before opening her bottle of water and taking her Plan B. 

She went back home with Julie and started to help her clean up from the night before. She winced her hand moving to her stomach when she felt herself start to cramp. She had read the possible side affects, and knew she could get really sick but hadn't expected it to. "Julie, I've gotta go lay down for a little bit, this shit's making me sick," she told her, setting the trash bag down, walking up the stairs, going straight to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet once again.

Julie followed her to the bathroom, holding her hair yet again as she vomited. "It's all gonna be okay babe," Julie said. "I promise." 



The Confessional Ch. 06



Special thanks to Sexy_Curves for all her help with this story

Back to the present, in the Confessional...

Tommy couldn't believe it. He remembered the party she had been talking about. He'd been there! He'd heard some crazy shit had gone down with some of the girls, but now he had a definitive version of the story. He had no idea Andrea partied that hard! But she wasn't really a slut, was she? 

Tommy was about to find out. "These are grave sins my child. I sense there is more to your story. You must confess it all if you are to truly turn your back on the awful things you've done and be able to truly accept God's love back into your life."

Andrea nodded behind the screen, admitting she had more to share. "Yes Father, there is more" she said softly, trying to decide what sin she was going to confess to next. "One of the next times I was with Julie, she wanted to go meet some friends at a club, and I started to remind her that we were underage. She went to her desk and pulled out a fake I.D. with my picture on it, showing me hers which was already in her wallet..."

Night Out at the Club

"Julie this is never going to work" Andrea protested as she straightened her hair, looking at her friend through the mirror. "We've already gotten busted for possession, neither of us can afford anything else on our record," she added.

"Of course this is going to work," Julie replied. "Trust me. If you'd trusted me when we got busted, and been willing to give that cop a blowjob with me, we'd never have that shit on our record. Serious, we'll be fine. Besides, we're fucking hot, if we just show a little cleavage, they'll hardly even check the birthdate on our ID, much less inspect them to see just how legit they are," she said. "Now, how do I look?" she said, spinning around slowly for Andrea.

Her dress was basically just a red bra with black lace over it, and a tight black dress attached to the bottom of the bra that went down to her upper thighs. 

Andrea smiled when she saw Julie's dress. She took a drink from Julie's flask and went to her closet where she had hung up her dress "It's pretty sexy" she said as she pulled off her robe and slid her dress on and turned around "how about mine?" she asked, walking back to the mirror and putting on a bit more mascara. Andrea's dress was a red halter-top that came down to mid thigh and showed off all her delicious curves, especially at her left hip, where the dress was slit all the way up to where her pantyline ought to be (although she was wearing a little thong that rode high on her hips), and held together by a silver buckle. 

She slid her black heels on and sat on the edge of Julie's dresser as she waited for her to finish getting ready. "So who are we meeting up with tonight?" she asked, looking through her purse for her lipgloss.

"You look so hot, Andi," Julie said, that naughty, up-to-no-good smile on her face. "And we're meeting my sister Jennifer and her friend Christina. They're in town for the weekend from college. That's actually Christina's old ID you've got there. Pretty good, huh? And it looks enough like you to pass muster, I think. They're both 21 now so they don't need 'em. Jenni gave me her old ID, too. Jenni turned into a real party animal once she got to college. Remember how she used to be so goody-goody all the time? I totally wasn't expecting it, but she wanted me to pick up some party favors for her. So I got a little extra for us." 

Julie pulled out her trusty mirror, razor blade, and a drinking straw. She sliced the straw into a couple of smaller ones, each a few inches long, and then pulled out a small bag of that magical white powder. Lines were cut out and snorted, and the rest was dumped into Julie's new favorite toy, a plastic bullet that enabled for quick, discreet bumps of blow just about anywhere. 

"Thanks Jules" she smiled, walking over to her as Julie cut out a few lines.

Julie drove them downtown. They smoked a joint along the way, had a couple more bumps, and the two hot teenage girls were already buzzin by the time they got in line. They were so smokin' hot they got bumped to the front of the line and were let through the door with hardly a glance at their IDs. The place was bouncing, full of energy, lights, people. Brightly colored drinks and skimpy sexy outfits, hunky guys in tight tee shirts. It wasn't long at all before a couple of guys were hitting on them, offering to get them drinks.

The guy put his arm around Andrea, leading her to the bar as his buddy did the same with Julie. Jennifer and Christina were still nowhere in sight, but the night was young. "I'm Stephen," he whispered in Andrea's ear. 

He ordered a beer for himself, some microbrew. "Get whatever you want," he told her, sliding the bartender a twenty to cover it. Julie was already giggling at the attention the other guy was giving her. Andrea's drink came; the bartender had made it strong. 

Stephen had her giggling and blushing by the end of her first drink, and even bought her a second. Halfway through that, he was about to take her out to the dance floor so he could enjoy her hot young body a bit more, but Julie pulled her away and they made a beeline for the bathroom, Andrea downing her drink along the way. 

"What do you think," Julie said. "They're pretty cute. But I've heard it's bad luck to go for the first guys who buy you drinks." They each did a couple of quick bumps of coke. 

"I don't know Julie, they're hot and we can always ditch when your sister shows up, tell them we're heading somewhere else or something. We're just dancing, no one said we had to fuck them," Andrea replied, sniffing back her bumps. 

"You got a point... let's go get our dance on and see if we can't squeeze 'em for a few more drinks!" Julie said, taking the bullet back from Andrea after she got herself nice and high again. Julie took one more before they headed back out into the crowd, and it didn't take long for them to find Stephen and Julie's boy, Jonathan, out on the dance floor. 

The place got more and more crowded as each song played. Stephen had one hand on Andrea's back, occasionally sliding down to squeeze her ass every now and then, his other moving up and down her body, from her smooth legs up her sides, to her neck, her arms, enjoying every little bit of her he could get his hands on. He pressed her against him, savoring the feel of her large breasts crushed against his chest. Andrea slid her hands up Stephen's body to his shoulders, smiling as he grabbed her ass. She licked her lips as Stephen's other hand moved over her body, her thighs, her torso, she shivered slightly as he ran his hand over her neck before moving it back down her arm, slowly working his way back to her breasts. 

She willingly turned around as he grabbed her hips, her ass against his crotch as they danced, her hips moving seductively as he held onto her. She glanced at Julie and smiled when they caught each other's eye.

Stephen groaned as Andrea started grinding her butt into his crotch, her tight round ass moving perfectly with the beat. He couldn't help but slowly get hard as her hot young body moved against him so nice. He pressed her back against his chest and his lips found her neck, nibbling and suckling the taut flesh there, moving up and down.

She smiled at him as he turned her back around, her tits pressing against his toned chest. She nibbled his lower lip as he kissed her, their bodies grinding together with the pulse of the music. Her lips slowly parted and his tongue slid in as he moves his hands from her hips to her ass, slowly sliding under her dress.

She smiled when his thumbs looped under the waistband of her tiny red thong.

His hand moved around to the back and discovered there was basically nothing covering her ass. He squeezed the flesh there, and his teeth bit into her neck, just a little too hard, and now his hard cock was pressing against her mound. He kissed her lips again, his tongue again sliding past her glossy lips, plundering her mouth. He pulled back after a few moments, a naughty grin coming across his face, and then leaned forward and whispered in her ear: "You taste like coke. I've got some, you want a bump?" She nodded, grinning back at him.

Stephen caught Jonathan's eye, pressed a finger against his nose and winked at him. Jonathan was whispering in Julie's ear as Stephen's hand wrapped around Andrea's and he led her off the dance floor, to a dark empty booth in the corner of the club. 

Jonathan and Julie were right behind them, sidling up into the booth next to them. Stephen pulled out a pack of cigarettes, Parliament Lights. He lowered the pack down to his lap, under the table level, and pulled out a small baggie full of white powder and a cigarette. He opened the baggie. Parliament cigarettes have a recessed filter; that is, the cotton filter ends before the last quarter-inch or so of the cigarette butt. It makes a perfect delivery device for anything that might be snorted. Like cocaine. He carefully filled the recessed butt of the cigarette with coke. 

He handed the first over to Julie, the second to Jonathan, the third to Andrea, and took the fourth for himself. As he was putting away his blow, a waitress came over and took a drink order from all of them, and as she left, Stephen said: "Cheers," and raised the cigarette butt to his nose and snorted the fat bump of coke contained therein, and then lit the cigarette, a smile spreading across his face. Andrea smiled, leaning against Stephen as she sniffed a little bit. took a long drag on her cigarette, looking over at Julie.

Julie had that grin on her face that meant trouble. Out of the corner of her eye, Andrea could see Julie's hand wandering about in Jonathan's lap. Stephen put his hand on Andrea's chin and turned her face towards him. Just as he was about to speak, someone had walked up to the table and shouted over the loud music: "There you are!" 

"EEE!" Julie squealed. "Jenni!" 

"Hoarding all the hot guys to yourselves, aren't you?" Jenni said as Julie pushed Jonathan out of the booth so she could get out and hug her sister. 

"There's room for all of you," Jonathan said. 

"We can make room," Stephen said, sliding out of the booth and grasping Andrea's hand. "We're gonna dance," he said, leading Andrea out to the dance floor again and leaving Jon alone with three hot girls. 

More bumping and grinding on the dance floor quickly ensued. Their bodies were hot, energized by the drinks and the drugs and the pounding bass line. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered: "You ever been upstairs in this club?"

She raised and eyebrow and shook her head no. "What have I missed by staying downstairs?" she whispered back, her teeth nibbling at his earlobe.

"Well, the real party happens upstairs," Stephen replied. He nibbled back at Andrea's ear. "Wanna check it out?" he asked her, but he didn't wait for response, instead taking her hand and leading her to the staircase that led upstairs. A wink and a nod to the guy standing at the rope, and they were suddenly beyond the threshold. 

The first thing Andrea noticed was the scent of powerful marijuana. The next thing was a couple fucking in a dark corner booth. The third was a pair of girls making out in the middle of a small dancefloor. Before she knew it, Stephen had sparked a joint and was handing it to her, leading her to an empty dark booth. "I'll be right back with some drinks," he told her.

She sat back in the booth, letting the smoke stay in her lungs before slowly exhaling. She slid her phone from her purse and quickly sent a text message to Julie. "4get what i said abt not fucking these guys. if i dont c u l8r ill get a cab back 2 ur place." She pressed send and took another drag from the joint and slid her phone back in her bag.

Andrea smiled when Stephen came back with drinks, sliding in next to her. She took one more long drag on the join as his hand slid around her waist. She handed it to him and nibbled at his neck as he pulled out his white baggie. She leaned back as he cut a couple lines on the table and handed her a rolled up twenty. 

She held her hair back with her hand and snorted the thick line of coke. She sat back and sniffed a little bit as she handed him the twenty and watched him to his line before passing the twenty back for her to do her last. As she did her last line Stephen lit them both a cigarette and handed it to her when she sat back. She smiled, setting her cigarette in the ashtray as his hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her against him as he kissed her. 

Andrea moaned softly as Stephen's tongue slid into her mouth. She smiled as his hand grabbed at her, sliding up her stomach to her tits squeezing roughly. She arched her back, pressing her tits against his chest as his hand moved down her side, rubbing her thighs as he slid his hand under her dress. She moved her lips to his neck again as his fingers pressed against the thong that left nothing to the imagination. Her hand moved to his upper thigh, her fingers lightly grazing his semi hard cock as she kissed and nibbled at his neck and jaw.

Andrea moaned softly in Stephen's ear as he slid her thong to the side, his finger moving between her folds, slowly pumping in and out. She continued kissing and nibbling at his neck, her tits pressing against the side of his chest as she moved her hips slightly with the thrust of his finger. 

She smiled up at him as his finger slipped from her pussy and moved to her lips. She looked up at him, her eyes locked with his as she opened her mouth, her tongue swirling around his finger as she sucked softly, cleaning his finger of her juices.

Stephen groaned as he felt the suction on his finger, her tongue swirling around his digit, his mind instantly thinking about those pouty lips being wrapped around his hard cock. He looked into her eyes as he pulled his finger from her mouth. His hand went to his crotch and he unzipped his pants. "You wanna do that to my cock baby?" he asked her, pulling his cock out of his pants. It was long, hard, and thick. "I'll get you another drink and another bump," he added in a whisper in her ear.

Andrea looked at him, her eyes moving to his hand as he unzipped his pants. She smiled at his question as he pulled out his hard cock from his pants. She slid her hand to his cock, her fingers wrapping around it, moving up and down the length of his long hard shaft. She nodded after he whispered in her ear, and slowly moved her head to his lap, licking around the head of his cock before opening her mouth and slowly enveloping his cock inside of her mouth, her lips wrapped around it as she looked up at him. 

Stephen groaned loudly as he felt Andrea's lips and tongue wrapped around his throbbing member, her hot mouth working the head of his cock perfectly. "That's it, girl, work it, oh fuck that feels good," he said. "Yeah keep that up baby, don't you stop girl." 

A couple of minutes later, one of Stephen's buddies walked by, a girl on his arm. "Hey, Steve-Oh, shit, good work man, I'll catch ya later-"

"No, it's cool," Stephen said. He opened his wallet and handed his buddy a twenty. "Why don't you grab us a couple of margaritas." He looked at the girl. "You stay here," he said, enough command in his voice to make it so. His buddy went to the bar, and he directed the girl to sit next to Andrea and start playing with her pussy.

She swirled her tongue around his shaft, moving up and down the length of his cock faster now, her hips bucking slightly as she felt the other girl's fingers slide along her slit, slowly slipping into her pussy, wiggling and rubbing against her walls. She moaned softly, her lips tight around Stephen's shaft.

Stephen smiled as he watched the hot young red-head work her fingers into Andrea's pussy, and groaned again as Andrea sped up her ministrations on his dick. His fingers wrapped around her blonde hair as the red-head slid a second finger deep into Andrea's pussy. He watched her young body move in pleasure, writhing about with her head in his lap. Stephen groaned again, pushing her head down onto his cock now, her lips stretching to fit around him. She gagged again, her chin covered in spit as she looked up at Stephen while his hand slid down the top of her dress, pulling and squeezing at her breasts and nipples. Andrea felt the girl's wet wiggly tongue sliding about on her lips and then pushing her way inside Andrea's pussy.

"Mmm girl you're really earning that next drink and line," Stephen muttered, pleasure roiling through his system as he felt the head of his cock hit the back of Andrea's throat. He loved that feeling so much, in fact, that he pushed her head harder down on his fat tool, pushing it deeper into her throat, squeezing her breasts harder now, and moaning in pleasure as he felt his balls begin to clench. He held her head down on his tool as it started to twitch and spasm, wanting to feel it in her throat and hear her gag on it.

Meanwhile, the red-head between Andrea's legs was really going to town, hitting all of her hottest buttons with every stroke of her tongue, and using her fingers on Andrea's clit. Stehen was enjoying watching her buck her hips quite a bit, and the thought of her hips moving like that on his own cock caused him to start spurting into her mouth, just as his buddy was coming back with their drinks. She looked back up at Stephen when she felt him cum, his hot, thick jiz filling her mouth, coming out of her mouth and nose as she gagged loudly, his hand still forcing her up and down his big, throbbing shaft.

Finally he finished, and he let go of her hair. "Now lick me clean, girl, and then you can wash it all down with that margarita." Andrea nodded, wiping some of the cum off her face, and slowly pulled his cock from her lips licking up and down his shaft. She looked up at him as she cleaned his cock thoroughly with her tongue, sucking if softly once more before sitting up. She smiled as she leaned against Stephen, his arm around her back as she drank her margarita.

"By the way, thanks, Billy, for pickin' these up for us. Maggie here did a lovely job of keeping our new friend Andrea focused," Stephen said as Maggie, the redhead, licked her lips and wiped the back of her hand across her chin, wiping off Andrea's abundant juices. She leaned over and kissed Billy on the lips before taking a sip of the drink Billy had brought her. 

"Oh, she does taste good. You do know how to pick 'em, Stevie," Billy said. 

Stephen smiled a conspiratorial grin at Billy. "You've been saying that ever since I introduced you to Maggie here."

"That's 'cause it's the truth," Maggie said, a bit of a slur in her voice. Her eyes grew wide as she saw Stephen bust out the blow again, as promised, and cut out some more lines.

Andrea kissed at his neck as Stephen pulled out his bag of white powder again. She looked at Maggie as her fingers brushed up and down her thigh. "I'm still horny" she whispered in Stephen's ear, nibbling at his earlobe.

"Well do your line and get out on the dance floor, I'm sure the girls out there will keep you occupied long enough for me to get hard again," Stephen replied in Andrea's ear, handing her a rolled-up twenty dollar bill and nodding at the lines cut out before them. 

Maggie sidled up closer to Andrea as she blew her line, her hands on Andrea's thigh, whispering in her other ear: "I can satisfy you, honey..." Maggie took the twenty from Andrea and blew a line for herself, then handed it back to Stephen and took Andrea's hand and led her out to the dance floor. It was all girls out there; the guys upstairs were all seated at dark booths or at the bar, and the girls seemed to be putting on a bit of a show for them. Every now and then a girl would go off towards one of the tables, and a couple others would take her place. They were dancing for the guys watching in the shadows as much as for themselves. 




The Confessional Ch. 06



After dancing for a little bit, Andrea saw Julie, Christina, and Jennifer enter the upstairs bar with Jonathan, who led them over to Stephen's table. 

Maggie's hands were all over Andrea's body. She whispered in her ear: "See that blond hunk over there? He's been checking you out for the last ten minutes now." Andrea followed Maggie's gaze, and instantly recognized... Matt.

"Guy's an asshole," Andrea whispered, her lips grazing Maggie's ear as they danced more. She started moving her hands all over Maggie, giving him a show.

"Honey all the guys here are assholes," Maggie replied. "You didn't think Steve was any different, did you?" she asked, nodding to their table. When Andrea turned and looked, she could see, quite clearly, Stephen making out with Christina. "Serious, girl, get used to it. They're all playin' us, so we gotta play right back." Andrea could see Stephen feeling up Christina now. "Don't get jealous babe, get even. Make sure he knows what he's missing." Andrea nodded, wincing a little as a twinge of jealousy shot through when she watched Stephen with Christina. Andrea smiled at Julie as she came over and started dancing with her and Maggie.

Andrea continued dancing with Maggie and Jennifer as Julie walked over to Matt. She smiled as Maggie and Jenn's hands roamed all over her body as she watched Julie came back a few minutes later, her fingers brushing over the bare skin showing through the cut out of her dress. 

"I told him I'd found some better cleaner cheaper coke," Julie said. "He ain't getting' our money or our lovin' no more."

She smiled at what Julie said, both of them high and drunk. Andrea moved her hand to the back of Julie's neck as their lips met, their bodies grinding together. She moved her other hand under Julie's dress, and started to slowly finger-fuck her.

There were at least half a dozen guys around the room that couldn't take their eyes off the scene playing out on the dance floor with Andrea and Julie. Julie moaned in Andrea's ear as her fingers dug deeper, and Julie's hand moved up Andrea's body to squeeze at her tits. 

Matt sat in his booth, nursing a beer and a hard-on, ignoring most of what the broad next to him was saying. He surveyed the room, wondering who had the cleaner cheaper blow. He knew it wasn't Stephen over there; he didn't sell the stuff, he just usually had copious amounts. Some punk at Julie's high school? Couldn't be. He shook his head; he'd get them back soon. He took out some of his stash and started cutting lines for him and the skinny blond next to him. 

Their scene also caught Stephen's eye. He sent Christina out to the dance floor after giving her a line to blow. He and Jonathan sat back and watched, smoking cigarettes as they enjoyed the show. 

"I bet they'd really get it on in one of the private rooms," Jonathan suggested. 

Stephen took a drag on his smoke. "You think?" He waved to a bouncer, slid him a fifty when he came over in exchange for a key. He caught Maggie's eye and waved the key at her, and she knew just what it meant. Then he got up and went over to the bar, and got a full bottle Absolut, and watched as Maggie went back to dance with the girls and tell them they had a private room to party in.

Andrea felt the rest of the girls from Stephen's table start grinding against her and Julie. She looked over her shoulder as she felt a finger slide into her pussy from behind her and felt Maggie's hand move to her neck. She moaned softly as Maggie's tongue slid into her mouth briefly before whispering into her ear that they had a private room to party in.

Andrea smiled and slid her fingers from Julie's pussy. She brought them up to her lips and licked them clean as they all walked to the private room behind Stephen and Jonathan and Billy. She smiled when she saw Stephen carrying a bottle of Absolut. 

"Hard yet?" she asked nibbling at his ear as he unlocked the door and let them all inside. 

"Not at the moment, but a lapdance from you will fix that in a hurry," Stephen replied as he opened the door and let Jon, Billy, Julie, Maggie, Jennifer, and Christina inside and closed the door behind him and Andrea. Stephen didn't notice the angry glare being shot in his direction from Matt, across the way. Matt was fuming at this point, really. The poor girl next to him had no idea, but he was going to take it out on her by the end of the night. 

The music from downstairs was being piped in, but they had a remote to control the volume. Jonathan cranked it up. The girls were quick to start dancing again. The private room was dimly lit. There was a small hardwood dancefloor with a pole in the middle that stretched to the ceiling. Along one wall was a curved dark velvet sofa with a couple of low glasstop tables. On the other side of the room were a couple of tall circle tables with a few barstools, and one-way floor to ceiling windows looking down at the action in the downstairs part of the club. 

Andrea watched Billy and Jonathan start dancing with the girls, one of them grinding against her as Julie and her made out. Stephen sat down on the sofa, watching again as the girls started dancing with each other. He sat in front of a glass table, cutting out lines as he watched the girls dance. Finally he beckoned Andrea over to him. She ran her tongue along Julie's lip before slipping from between Julie and Billy, slapping Julie's ass as she walked towards Stephen. "Do a line and give me a lapdance," he told her, his eyes locked with hers, his hand on her thigh and sliding up her dress. She smiled as his hand moved up her thigh, pushing her dress up as he told her what to do. She knelt down in front of the table, taking the rolled up bill he handed her and did her line, leaning back and sniffing a little. She got back up, pulling her skirt up a bit and sliding her thong off. 

She looked into his eyes as she slid her hands to his chest, straddling his lap. She started rocking her body to the beat of the music, grinding her crotch against his lap as her tits pressed against his chest. She kissed and nibbled at his neck as she danced against him.

He groaned as he felt her grinding against his hardening cock. "Oh, fuck, that's it girl," he said, his hands coming up her body to squeeze her luscious tits. His cock quickly became rock-hard in his pants, and one of his hands moved down and slid his jeans down his hips, letting them fall down to his ankles, his cock making a tent of his boxers and giving her something substantial to rub her cunt against. He could feel her heat against his rod as she rode him. His hand moved around to her ass, squeezing the flesh there and pulling her dress up, exposing her tight butt to the rest of the room. She moved her hand to the back of his head, pulling his hair lightly as she kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth while he squeezed her ass and tits. She nibbled at his lower lip before he slid the top of her dress down, sucking on her nipples, getting them hard while she continued to ride him. 

"I think you should lay me down and fuck me," she whispered, nibbling harder on his earlobe. "Really, really hard."

Stephen's hand slid up her back from her ass, his fingers digging into her until he got to her neck, where his grip tightened for a moment before moving up to her head. His fingers entwined in her hair and he tugged down on her hair, hard enough to really get her attention and cause her to have to look up at the ceiling. His lips grazed her earlobe. "I don't really care what you think," he growled, his grip on her hair tight, his other hand squeezing her tit roughly. His hand moved down and squeezed her ass as she wiggled in his lap. "Now turn around and rub that fine ass on my cock," he said, giving her ass a sharp smack and letting go of her hair. She nodded, getting up and turning around, her exposed tits to the room as her ass rubbed against him, She grinned over her shoulder when she felt his cock against her, his boxers with his jeans on the floor now, bunched at his ankles. 

He grabbed her ass and used his grip on her to move her ass up and down along the length of his hard cock. He sat back and enjoyed the view, smacking her ass a few times. The dancing people in the middle of the room were starting to watch them, as Andrea worked her body against his, her tits out for all to see. 

Maggie and Julie were dancing together, fingers up each other's skirts, and Julie whispered in Maggie's ear and they both got naughty smiles on their faces and started to saunter towards Andrea and Stephen, leaving Billy paired up with Jennifer and Jonathan with Christina. Maggie and Julie both gave Andrea a kiss before dropping to their knees in front of her, their lips moving down to her exposed breasts, each pouty, lipsticked mouth taking in a nipple and sucking on it. She leaned her neck back as the girls took her nipples into their mouths, sucking softly. She watched Julie's hand slide to Stephen's cock, guiding it to her pussy. She moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against her folds. He groaned in pleasure as he felt that wetness covering his cock, and he looked down to see his thick rod slowly penetrating Andrea's tight little cunt. He grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh, hard.

She slowly shifted, feeling his cock slide between her folds, moving deep as his fingers grabbed roughly as her ass. She moved her hands to the back of each girl's head, pulling their hair as she rocked her hips against Stephen, squeezing her pussy around his thick shaft.

He groaned, grabbing her by the hips now to push her down on his member, growling in pleasure as he felt her tight cunt opening up for him. He held on to her hips tightly, helping her move up and down slowly on his dick, giving it to her nice and deep. "Oh, yeah, that's it, girl," Stephen said as Andrea bucked her hips against his thrust and squeezed her pussy around his cock. "Fuck me, you little slut," he growled in her ear, smacking her ass and thrusting up into her, harder now, making her moan loudly as his cock made its way to impossibly deep places within her. 

Out on the dance floor, Andrea could see Jonathan leaning back against the pole now, with Christina on her knees before him, taking his dick into her mouth. Jennifer was sitting on a tall bar stool near the window, her legs spread wide, with Billy on his knees eating her out. Right in front of Andrea, Maggie and Julie were still suckling her tits but their hands were wandering each other's bodies now, too.

Andrea turned her neck, nibbling and sucking at his neck and jaw as he growled at her to fuck him harder. She began squeezing and relaxing her pussy around his cock as he pulled her hips against him, his cock buried deep inside of her. Stephen moaned as he felt Andrea's lips and teeth and tongue on his neck, his thrusts slowing a bit, his hands moving up to squeeze her tits as the girls suckled them. His hands then went down to the bottom of her dress, and he lifted it up, pulling it over her head and off her body, leaving her naked in his lap but for her sexy hi-heels. 

Now he needed to really fuck her. One of his hands came up to her neck, and she felt his fingers wrap around her throat, and his cock fill her, stretch her out. He tightened his grip suddenly and pushed her down off his lap onto her back on the sofa, his cock sliding out of her. He grabbed her legs, flinging them wide, and his cock, dripping with her juices, found her entrance quickly and he plunged back into her and started fucking her with abandon on the sofa.

She looked up at him as he thrust fully inside of her, the mushroom head of his cock rubbing against her cervix. Her back arched against the sofa as he fucked her hard, his hands on her hips, holding her down as he thrust deep into her. He pounded into her over and over, driving his cock into her hard, loving the way her pussy squeezed him with his every thrust. Andrea moaned louder as Stephen thrust deep inside of her, his thick cock stuffing her pussy rubbing along her walls. Her body writhed against the couch beneath him as he fucked her, his body pressing against hers, his cock fully inside of her. She opened her mouth as Maggie's lips pressed against hers, Andrea's hand moving to the base of Maggie's neck. 

She saw Julie kissing Stephen, and watched as Stephen pushed her away and started fucking her harder. Julie came over, her tongue joining Maggie's in Andrea's mouth. Stephen lifted her legs with his arms, allowing him even more access to her dripping pussy as he fucked her relentlessly. 

She looked up at Stephen as he fucked her, the juices from her pussy coating his cock, squirting each time he thrust fully into her. She looked at the table, for a second, seeing the untouched bottle of Absolut before looking back at Stephen.

Stephen saw Andrea's gaze go to the fresh bottle of Absolut sitting on the table next to the cocaine. It was just within reach so he grabbed it, thrusting his big dick fully into her as he did and leaving it in deep, impaling her. She writhed about beneath him in pleasure as he cracked open the bottle. The cap was tossed away, and he reached out with one hand, grabbing her face. "Open up, slut," he growled, bringing the bottle to her lips and upending it, pouring the burning alcohol into her mouth and down her throat. A few moments later, he poured some of the booze all over her tits and belly. "Clean her up, girls," he ordered Julie and Maggie, who were quick to comply, their mouths greedily licking and sucking the vodka off Andrea's naked body. 

As they sucked it all off her, he grabbed her face again and poured some more down her throat, spilling some on her face. He reeled back and took a shot for himself, and then grabbed first Julie, then Maggie, and dumped a few shots down each of their throats as well. She looked up at him as he started fucking her hard again, his cock thrusting deep inside of her pussy, her tits jiggling as the girls licked and rubbed their hands over her body. She moaned, her body writhing beneath him as his cock hit against all the right spots deep inside of her pussy.

Stephen took another swig of the booze, and then abruptly pulled his long hard cock out of Andrea's dripping, gaping pussy. He was close to cumming, and he wasn't quite ready to blow his load yet. He grabbed her roughly, picking her ass up off the sofa, so that she was nearly upside down, her shoulders and head on the sofa. "Hold her leg up," he told Maggie, who helped him prop her up. "Get over here," he ordered Julie, who was immediately at his side. He then took the bottle of vodka and proceeded to pour some of the liquid right into Andrea's gaping, used pussy, filling it, overflowing and spilling across her ass and belly and back and tits. She winced as the strong alcohol burnt her pussy, her mind reeling as the booze flooded into her system through her cunt. "Drink up," he told Julie. Andrea's body trembled as Maggie and Stephen held her nearly upside down, Julie's tongue sliding deep inside of her pussy to lick every drop.

Julie's tongue went deep, searching out every last drop of alcohol in Andrea's pussy. Finally, she had her cleaned out, and then Julie fell on her butt on the sofa next to Andrea, her head spinning from too much booze. Stephen let Andrea's legs fall down, basically dropping her. He didn't give her much of a chance to say anything, though. He was standing right in front of her, and he grabbed her head again, taking her by the hair and the throat, and he pressed his cock against her lips, forcing it into her mouth again, pushing it down her throat in a single thrust, making her gag on it. Maggie sat down next to Andrea. Stephen gave her a look and a nod towards the table with the cocaine, and she started cutting out more lines. 

Julie, meanwhile, had fallen over, her head in Andrea's lap. Her hands started toying with Andrea's clit and pussy, her fingers probing her used, raw cunt. Stephen fucked her face with long strokes. Maggie finished cutting out some lines. "Give our little fuckdoll here a fat one," Stephen told her, finally pulling his cock out of Andrea's mouth. Maggie had loaded up a large line on a credit card. Stephen took the card and a rolled-up twenty and held them out in front of Andrea's face.

She looked at the long, fat line on the plastic card, her shaky hand moving the twenty between her nose and the line. It took her two times to do her entire line. She sniffed and rubbed at her nose, leaning back against the couch, her head pounding from the alcohol and all the coke she'd done all night.

Stephen let her sniff a couple of times, but he was jerking his cock up and down. "Open up, bitch," he growled after a moment, grabbing her face again and forcing his cock back into her mouth. He was enjoying her gagging entirely too much. He pushed himself down her throat again, over and over. His hands squeezed hard at her tits, but mostly he just held onto her head and fucked her face hard into the back of the sofa. 

Finally he felt his balls clenching up, tightening, his orgasm imminent now. He pulled back, taking his cock out of her mouth, and held it right in front of her face, one hand gripping her hair and holding her in place, the other on his spasming dick. He only had to jerk it up and down a couple of times. Julie's eyes were wide as she watched, right next to them. Maggie snorted a line. 

Andrea kept her mouth open and closed her eyes as he jerked his cock up and down, the grip on her hair forcing her to stay still as he came, spurt after spurt of his thick white cum coating her face, some landing in her mouth. The cum landing on her neck and chin dripping to her tits. She looked up at Stephen as he slowly stopped cumming, her face and tits covered in his cum, Julie and Maggie close by as she closed her mouth, and swallowed what had landed on her tongue.

"Clean her up," Stephen said, and Julie and Maggie went to work immediately, fingers scooping cum off her face and into their mouths, tongues and lips taking care of what had fallen on her tits. "Don't swallow!" he ordered. "Now kiss." He watched with great satisfaction as Julie and Maggie started kissing, his cum dribbling down their chins. "Careful there," he said. Maggie licked up the cum off Julie's chin. "Now give it all to Andrea, she's earned it." First Julie, then Maggie moved over and kissed Andrea, mouths open, sticky tongues sliding over each other, passing Stephen's jizz into Andrea's mouth. 

As she gulped it all down, Stephen snorted a line off the table and washed it down with a swig of vodka. Julie and Maggie each had themselves another line. Stephen picked up Andrea's dress from the floor and gave it to her. "Club's closin' soon," he said to her as he buttoned up his pants. She had no idea what time it was as she slid her dress on, leaving her panties on the floor as she picked up the bottle of Absolute, taking a drink of it as she stood up.

Last call was happening throughout the club; it was that time of the night. Stephen watched Andrea as she took a drink from the bottle of Absolut. The girl was fine as hell, and he'd just fucked her silly. She'd been worth every penny he'd spent, and all the blow. Her friends were helping her out of the room. He was still busy scraping together the last of the blow on the table as all the girls left. He watched her stumbling, walking bowlegged, the bottle still in her hand. Stephen, Billy and Jonathan each had a celebratory line. Some nights at the club went better than others; this was one of the best they'd ever had, that was for sure. Stephen made sure to grab Andrea's little thong on the way out.

Andrea's legs were shaky and the girls stopped on the carpeted steps for her to take her heels off. She sat down, her legs spread wide and her dress riding up as she pulled off her shoes, holding them as the other girls helped her out of the club, all of them taking turns drinking from the bottle before it was taken from them at the door. 




The Confessional Ch. 06



She smiled and kissed Maggie, saying goodnight as the four girls walked out to Julie's car. They helped her into the back seat with Julie's sister, and Julie got into the drivers seat, taking a bump from the bullet in her bag before starting the car and getting on the free way.



The Confessional Ch. 07



Many special thanks to Sexy_Curves for helping me write this story!



Andrea closed her eyes, starting to pass out when the bright lights filled the car as Julie pulled to the side of the road, and slowed down. She slowly sat up in her seat, putting her seatbelt on as Julie's sister pulled her short red dress down her legs a little further. The girls were quiet as Julie rolled down her window as the cop knocked on it with the back of his night stick.

"License and registration, please," the cop said. Julie handed them over. The cop shone his flashlight on them, inspecting them, before shining the light into the car, illuminating the four drunk girls, glassy eyes, cleavage, legs, and all. A bit of a grin came over the cop's face. A moment later, another cop was standing next to him, shining another light into the car, into the backseat, momentarily blinding Andrea.  "You girls been drinking tonight?" the cop asked. 

"Oh, no, ossifer, I haven't been d-drinking at all--" Julie said, then gasped. The cop shined the light right in her face. 

"All right, everybody out of the car," the cop barked, with a wink to his partner. "Put your hands out on the hood where we can see them, legs shoulder-width apart. Fucking NOW girls!"

She looked at the cop as he told all four girls to get out of the car and put their hands on the hood of the car. Andrea opened her door and stumbled to the front of Julie's car. She stood between julie and Jen all of the girls spreading their legs as instructed. She looked at Julie, her hands shaky as the officers joined them near the front of the car.

The two police officers stood behind the girls. They looked at each other for a moment, conspiratorial grins crossing their faces, and they turned their attention back to the four young drunk women in sexy little club dresses. It almost seemed a little too easy. Three o'clock in the morning, hardly a car on the road. Bright floodlights from the police car, parked behind Julie's car, were shining in the girls' faces, keeping them looking down at the hood of the car. 

The shorter cop came up behind Julie. He put his hands on her hips and then started patting her down, even though there was no way she could hide much of anything in her tight little dress. The cop squeezed her breasts a few times, and definitely reached up her skirt and felt up her ass and pussy. He told her to "Shut the fuck up!" when she protested. He then pulled her off to the side and began administering a variety of sobriety tests. 

The other cop was several inches taller than the first, and while Julie was taking her sobriety tests, he searched Jennifer, Christina, and Andrea in the same manner that Julie had been searched. Pat down, breasts squeezed and groped, fingers searching inside their bras, hands up their dresses, asses squeezed, pussies felt up, all protests dealt with in the same manner as before. 

He spent a little extra time with Andrea, once he found her to be going commando. His fingers dug into her still-wet pussy, sliding inside her. He pulled them out and his fingers rubbed her clit a little bit before he slid them in again. "You feel freshly fucked..." he growled in a whisper in her ear. The first cop led Julie back to the hood of the car and the other three girls. "What do you think, Tony?" the second cop said to the first cop. 

"She's in no condition to drive, Bob," Tony replied. He brought Julie back around to the hood of the car, put her back the same position as the other girls. Jennifer was crying softly. 

"We're gonna need to get another car out here if we want to take them all to the drunk tank," Bob said. 

"Please no, please..." Julie whimpered. She was scared stiff. Her bullet and some weed was in her purse in the car, and it would surely be found when the car was towed, and that would be a whole lot more trouble than just a DUI. She also knew her sister had some coke in her purse. "Please, we'll do anything, we just want to go home..."

Andrea glanced at Julie when she was placed back in front of the car, the girls all trying not to cry. She heard Jennifer crying softly as Julie pleaded with the cops. Andrea moved her hand, lightly squeezing Jenni's hand. "Please we'll go straight home, we promise," she added, her face streaming with tears realizing how much trouble they would be in if they were taken in.

"We're not sure you'd make it there safe," Officer Tony replied. "Bob, will you search the car? I was pretty sure I could smell some weed in there." Bob went to the passenger door and opened it, began rifling through the glove box and the girls' bags. 

"You were right, Tony," Officer Bob said. "We've got a nice little pharmacy in here." Officer Tony paced back and forth behind the girls. More than a couple times he used his nightstick to lift up the back of one of the girls' skirts, peeking at her ass. Andrea swallowed hard and kept her head down, her body trembling from fear and the cool night. She whimpered each time that cop behind her lifted her dress with his nightstick. She started to cry when she realized how much trouble they were going to be in, the cops hadn't even realized they were carrying fakes yet. 

"What do you girls got in there?" he growled in Andrea's ear, and then Julie's. He pressed the end of the nightstick between Andra's buttcheeks, twisted it around against her bare flesh, pushed it down further, rubbing it against her pussy's folds. 

Bob came back out to the front of the car, holding a few different plastic baggies. He displayed them before the girls on the hood of the car. "Now what do we have here?" Tony said. "Marijuana. Vicodin. Any of you have a prescription for those? Didn't think so. What have we here?" He opened up one of the coke baggies, stuck his finger in, had a taste. "Definitely cocaine. Cut with some speed. "Girls, this is pretty serious now. I think we're gonna have to take you all in." 

Andrea was about to plead to the officers again not to take them in as one of them pulled her arm to the small of her back, the cold metal of the handcuffs clicking around her wrist. She winced as they pulled her second hand to her back, her face hitting against the hood of the car. She looked up at Julie, her stomach churning, her body trembling as she waited for what would happen next.

All four girls were crying now, once they heard the handcuffs click around Andrea's wrists and saw her face hit the hood. "No, officer, please don't do this to us--"

"You've done this to yourselves, you dumb little girls! You're not even old enough to be out drinking!"

"Please, please, Officee, I'll do anything-" Julie looked at Andrea and Jennifer and Christina. "We'll do anything, please, just don't take us to jail!" Andrea was sobbing, her body trembling against the hood of Julie's car as Julie pleaded with the two officers. She nodded, agreeing with the other girls when Julie said they would all do what anything it took to stay out of jail.

Bob and Tony looked at each other, smirking. Those were just the words they wanted to hear. "Anything?" Tony asked them. The girls nodded, murmuring agreement. Tony looked at Bob. "Put this one in the cruiser," he said, pointing at Andrea. She felt dizzy, her heart pounding fast as one of the cops grabbed her wrists and shoulder, straightening her back as he walked her to their car. She looked back at Julie as the officer put his hand on her head, pushing her into the back seat and slamming the door. 

"You'll follow us. You'll do everything we tell you. If you don't, you're all going to jail. Do you understand?" Tony asked the other three girls. They understood. He went back to the police car as the girls got in their car. "Bob, drive," he said, and got in the back seat next to Andrea. She heard his pants zipper go down. Tony grabbed her by the back of the neck, turning her around, pulling her head down to his lap. "Time to earn your get out of jail card, you little whore," he said, his flaccid cock right in her face. She swallowed hard, her body heaving with each shallow breath she took as she looked up at him. She saw the girls following the car, and knew she had no other choice. She slowly opened her mouth, her lips moving around the thick mushroom head of the cop's cock, her eyes closing as she licked softly at his shaft.

"Oh, fuck, that's it, just like that," Officer Tony groaned, his cock hardening in Andrea's mouth as she sucked and licked him. Andrea cringed, her head throbbing as she felt the cop grip her hair and the back of her head tightly, moving her mouth up and down his shaft. She gagged loudly as the head of his cock rubbed against her throat, the width of his cock filling her mouth. "Those hot sluts still back there?" Tony asked his partner. 

"Sure are," Bob replied. 

"Good."

"We're almost there."

"Good. Think we should call in some buddies?" Tony asked, as he started moving Andrea's head up and down on his rod a bit faster, his fat head hitting the back of her throat. 

"I think we owe it to Mackenzie and Johnson from last time."

"That's right. Call 'em in." 

Bob got on the radio. "Twenty-one to thirty-three, we've got a four-twenty sixty-nine situation, gonna need some back-up at the Eagle's Nest, copy?"

"We copy, twenty-one. See you in ten. Over."

Officer Tony kept working Andrea's head up and down. His hands groped at her tits and ass, pulling her dress up and digging his fingers into her pussy. Finally, the car got off the freeway and a few minutes later came to a stop. Tony pulled Andrea off his cock, after gagging her one last time with it. He zipped up his pants and got out of the car, grabbing Andrea and pulling her out with him. When she looked around, she could see they were in a deserted, industrial part of town. The cop was leading her into some kind of warehouse. He opened the door and pushed her inside. With her hands still behind her back, she stumbled as she walked, falling painfully to the hard floor, laying on the floor, her head spinning from the events of the night, the alcohol and the cocaine. Another cop car pulled up as Julie parked her car, and the three girls were led inside. 

The two new cops, one guy and one woman, got out and followed them inside. The female officer was carrying a duffel bag. Bob picked Andrea up off the floor, and they were led further into the dark, dank warehouse. Tony explained to Mackenzie and Johnson how they'd picked the girls up and what they were in such trouble for. 

They were led into a room. There was a single light bulb hanging from a cord in the middle of the room. It was flipped on. It sputtered every now and then. 

"On your knees, bitches!" Tony yelled at them, once they were lined up standing next to each other.

The female cop started pacing in front of the four girls, back and forth. "You girls like to party, huh?" she said. "Guess next time you'll make sure you have a sober driver, won't ya?" She pulled out her nightstick. "But since you didn't want to go to jail, we're gonna have to make sure you've all learned your lesson." She smacked the black nightstick against her hand, right in front of Julie's face. She whimpered before the officer, on her knees. Officer Mackenzie turned to Andrea. She put the stick under the blonde girl's chin and made her look up. "She's pretty," she said. "I'll take this one." 

Mackenzie moved around behind Andrea, knelt down and unfastened the handcuffs, though one was left securely clasped around her wrist. Andrea heard the male cops unzipping their pants and stepping up in front of the other girls, cocks out. A few moments later, the sounds of slurping and sucking and groaning filled the room. 

Mackenzie grabbed Andrea by the hair, forcing her roughly to her feet. Her hand was forced up, over her head. She heard the metal of the cuffs clang against something up there, and then the cop put her other arm above her head, and the cuffs went around that wrist, and her hands were bound above her head. Mackenzie grabbed the halter top of her dress and pulled it over her head and down, exposing her tits. She tugged it roughly off her, leaving her naked. Suddenly, a crank was being turned, and Andrea felt her arms tightening. She was being pulled upwards until just her toes were on the ground. Mackenzie stood before her then, holding that night stick, smirking. She came up right in front of her, pressed the stick between Andrea's tits, started knocking the globes lightly with the stick. "Are you sorry yet, you little cunt?" she said, the stick trailing down across her belly and rubbing against her clit.

She nodded at the cop's question. "Yes, yes I'm sorry" she whimpered, trying to close her legs as the nightstick trailed down her body, rubbing roughly against her clit. "Please, I'm so sorry" she said in almost a whisper, her body trembling more.

"You're sorry, huh?" Officer Mackenzie said huskily. "Not nearly sorry enough... not yet," she said. Andrea whimpered as the cop spoke to her in a low, husky voice before walking back to the crank. Before she could brace herself, there was too much slack in the line holding her up, and she was falling, landing hard on the floor. She groaned in pain, looking over at Julie as she felt the line start to tighten again, forcing her to her feat, crying out as her arms tightened, pain shooting through her body as she was forced up by her arms. She shook as the cop was back next to her as she opened her eyes, whimpering as she pulled her hair, pulling her head back. Anna tensed more as she felt the top of the cop's nightstick pressing painfully against her pussy. Her body trembled, writhing as the nightstick was pushed painfully hard into her, whimpering louder as the cop smiled.

Mackenzie saw Andrea's eyes fluttering, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, and could tell she was close to passing out. She dropped the nightstick and stood up, walked away towards the other cops, who were now face-fucking the other girls. She got some of the drugs from Officer Bob and came back to Andrea, holding a baggie of cocaine. 

Andrea was hunched over, exhausted and disgustingly drunk. She tried her hardest to keeps her legs together as the cop returned. "You're not passing out on me, you little cunt," she sneered, opening the baggie. She wet a finger and dipped it into the powder and pulled it out. It was covered in coke. She then pressed that finger up against Andrea's pussy, and the blow was instantly absorbed into her bloodstream, numbing her pussy and making her heart race. 

She looked up at the ceiling, her body heaving with her deep breaths as the cop walked away for a second. She heard her return, but didn't look at her to see what she was going to do. Andrea cried out as she felt something being pushed into her pussy. It felt huge, stretching her out, pressing against her cervix as the cop continued pushing more of a huge black dildo inside her, a few inches and its balls hanging from between her legs.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, you slut," Mackenzie growled at Andrea, and slapped her hard across the face. Andrea whimpered, her body trembling as she sobbed, her face turned away as she felt the dildo being shoved deep inside of her pussy again. She groaned as the female cop shoved it even deeper than it had been previously before stepping to the duffel bag again. 

Andrea's eyes were watering from the slap, tears clouding her vision and streaming down her face as she felt something being forced between her lips, the cop's hands moving to the back of her head. She gagged as she adjusted to the ball gag, her mouth open, forcing her to drool, her chin glistening in the light of the room. 

The dildo had fallen out of her pussy, so Mackenzie picked it up and stuffed it back up inside her. She started working it in and out of her cunt, fucking her hard with it, stretching her wide. Mackenzie pounded her for a while, and then pulled the big black cock out of her. She grabbed another, slightly smaller dildo from her bag. She moved around behind Andrea, her hands grabbing the girl's butt and spreading her cheeks out wide. Andrea suddenly could feel pressure against her anus as Officer Mackenzie began pushing the second dildo up her ass. She arched her back, shaking her head, trying to beg the cop, despite the gag in her mouth, to stop.

Officer Mackenzie was most certainly not going to stop. She was having entirely too much fun punishing this little slut. She slid the smaller dildo in and out of Andrea's asshole, working it a little deeper with each thrust. Andrea whimpered, her body writhing against the cop's hands. She arched her back against the woman as her free hand moved around Andrea's hips, her fingers finding her clit, pulling and rubbing at the swollen piece of flesh. Andrea's body moved against the cop's body as she felt herself getting wet from the attention to her clit, her hips pressing harder against the cop as she continued. Officer Mackenzie finally got the toy into Andrea's ass really deep, the big ball at the end of it preventing it from going any further inside. She held it in with one hand, and with the other she grabbed the big black dildo, and pressed the head against Andrea's folds once more. She pushed it inside her, roughly, not bothering to work it in and out at all, just stretching her again, deep. 

Finally, painfully, it was in as far as it could go, her ass and pussy stuffed. The cop then quickly grabbed what looked to be a pair of black leather boyshorts, with buckles on the hips. Andrea obediently lifted her legs as the cop slapped at her ankles, her eyes closed as the cop pulled the tight leather shorts up her toned legs. The dildos started sliding out but she shoved them back inside her. Just before Officer Mackenzie got the boyshorts all the way up, she pressed a button on the end of each dildo, and they started vibrating deep inside Andrea. A loud moan filled the room as Andrea felt her entire body vibrate with the movement of the dildos buried deep inside of her. She looked at the cop as she tightened the straps on the leather shorts, the straps ensuring that both dildos would stay deep inside of her.

Andrea watched as the officer walked back to the crank, turning it, the tension growing in her arms as she began writhing, her body rocking, looking as if she were riding the air, her body shaking as she did her best to balance on her toes, her arms in pain if she moved to the balls of her feet, her legs shaking if she relieved the tension on her arms.

"Bring me the brunettes," Officer Mackenzie ordered. They were still getting facefucked by the other cops, but they stopped, pulling Julie and Jennifer to their feet and bringing them over to stand before Mackenzie. Andrea looked as the cop called for Julie and Jennifer, both girls walking over, their faces stained with tears and running makeup, their chins and chests shining with spit. Jennifer's dress had been removed, and she was standing in just her bra and panties. Julie's dress had been ripped a bit, exposing most of her tits, but was still on. 

Officer Mackenzie grabbed it and finished the dress off, shredding the garment as she ripped it off the girl. She looked at the two girls. "Kiss for me," she demanded. They looked at each other. 

"She's my sister, that's not right," Jennifer protested. Officer Mackenzie unbuckled her belt and started pulling it out of the loops. She nodded towards Andrea, walked around behind her writhing body. Andrea shook her head, pleading the girls to do as the cop said. She whipped the belt sharply across Andrea's leather-clad ass. Andrea cried out loudly, the pain forcing her to writhe and shake more than she was before. "You want to end up like her?" Mackenzie demanded to know, the belt landing across the backs of her thighs this time. 

Julie grabbed her sister's face and started making out with her immediately. "Feel her up," Mackenzie ordered. "Take her bra off. And her panties. Finger her cunt. Two fingers." Andrea looking at Julie, her eyes filling with tears. She watched as Julie's hand moved to Jennifer's face, kissing her and following the directions the cop called out, both girls soon naked, making out with fingers in one another's pussy, fingers moving deeper, fucking each other at Andrea's feet. 




The Confessional Ch. 07



Officer Mackenzie watched with a sick satisfied grin on her face as the brunettes finger fucked each other. She came up behind Andrea and started squeezing Andrea's tits and ass, one hand pressing against her clit through the leather boyshorts. 

She grabbed Andrea's head suddenly and turned it, forcing her to see what was happening to Christina. The blond girl's dress was bunched up around her waist, and she was straddling one of the male cops, her thong on the ground at her feet, ripped into a couple of pieces. She was facing the cop she was straddling, fucking him. Behind her was another cop, and he was fucking her in the ass. Finally, standing behind the chair was the third male cop, and Christina had his cock in her mouth. They all had a tight grip on her, thrusting into all of her holes. "I bet you'd love to be getting fucked like that right now, wouldn't you?" Officer Mackenzie purred in Andrea's ear. The belt smacked across her ass again. "Wouldn't you, you little fucking slut?" Suddenly Andrea could feel the leather belt wrapping around her throat, squeezing tight.

She gagged, gasping, her body writhing as she struggled to nod, apprehensively, not knowing what would happen if she shook her head no. She could feel her face getting read, her vision clouding slightly around the edges as the cop held the belt tight around her thin neck as she made her watch what the cops were doing to Christina.

Officer Mackenzie squeezed the belt around Andrea's neck a little tighter. Andrea's gasps began to grow softer, her eyes watering as her body began to still as the cop tightened the belt around her neck before releasing the leather belt. Andrea gagged as her lungs filled with air, spit dripping from her lips, still separated by the red ball gag. Mackenzie's attention returned to the sisters at Andrea's feet, and got them to look up at her by belting Andrea's ass one more time, the resultant slap ringing loud and clear through the room, Andrea's body trembling from the blow. 

"Get up, sluts," Mackenzie ordered the sisters. "On your knees." The officer unfastened the straps on the leather boyshorts Andrea was wearing and tugged them down her legs, letting them fall to the ground. Once they were off and Andrea could spread her legs, the vibrating dildos began to slide out. Mackenzie stuffed them back inside her, roughly, twisting them around in her pussy, just to hear her squeal, before pulling them out. 

She brought the dildos over to Jennifer and Julie. "Open your mouths." They did as they were told, fearful of the belt. "You were the driver, right?" she asked, glaring at Julie. Julie nodded. "Then suck on this one," she said, pushing the dildo that had been in Andrea's ass into Julie's mouth. Julie gagged on it, disgusted, but started sucking obediently. Officer Mackenzie then grabbed Jennifer by her hair, pulling her head back, and started fucking her face with the big black dildo, stuffing it into the back of her throat. After a few minutes of this she stopped and pulled the cocks out of Jennifer and Julie's mouths. 

She smiled at Andrea before turning back to the sisters. "You, eat the blond's pussy," she said, pointing at Jennifer. "And you, eat her ass." She told Julie. "They're both stretched out wide for you. I want to see your tongues in there deep, bitches!" she ordered, her eyes on the girls as they moved towards Andrea. She looked up at the cop, shaking her head, begging her silently to not make them do it, groaning as she moved back to her toes as the girl's tongues ran against her body.

"You don't want it, bitch?" Officer Mackenzie growled, standing behind Andrea. She grabbed Julie's hair and pulled her away from Andrea's ass. She took a step back and then let loose with the belt again, striking it across Andrea's now bare butt, leaving a wide red stripe. Andrea shook her head to answer the cop's question. Her body lurched forward, pain shooting through her as the leather belt struck against her bare ass, her body writhing, her cries filling the room as she felt the belt hit against her flesh again and again. Her body shook, tears streaming down her face as she heard Julie pleading with the woman.

"No, don't, stop it, she wants it," Julie said, grabbing at the cop's leg. Officer Mackenzie immediately smacked her across the face with the back of her hand, sending her sprawling to the floor. She came up behind Andrea, grabbing her hair and tugging her head back. 

"Is that true? Do you want it, bitch?" Officer Mackenzie demanded. She moved Andrea's head up and down with her hand. "That's what I thought," she growled. She walked away for a moment, grabbing a couple of folding chairs that were leaning against the wall. She unfolded each one, placing it on either side of Andrea, then grabbed each of the girl's feet and placed them on each chair, which caused her legs to be spread out wide, giving the girls easier access to her holes. 

Julie was a little slow getting up, until she felt the crack of the belt across her butt. She howled in pain and then got up on her knees, grabbing at Andrea's ass and sliding her tongue as far into her butt as it would go. Jennifer was licking at her clit and fingering her pussy with three fingers. 

Officer Mackenzie pulled two of the cops away from Christina, the two that had originally pulled the girls over. "Fuck the brunettes," she told them. "Up their asses." She turned her voice back towards the girls: "And don't stop eating her out, bitches!"  

They didn't stop, licking and sucking on her holes, even as they cried out in pain as the cops started pushing their hard cocks up their assholes. 

Officer Mackenzie sat down in her own folding chair and slid her pants off. The third male cop brought Christina over to her, and she made the blonde girl get down on all fours and eat her pussy while the other cop fucked her from behind.

Andrea's body began to tense as she trembled more, growing close to orgasm, not sure what would happen if she allowed herself to cum. Her body glistened with a thin layer of sweat as the Julie and Jen continued eating out both her ass and pussy as the cops took their asses.

Officer Mackenzie grabbed Christina by the hair and held her head tightly between her legs, moaning and groaning a little bit as Christina's tongue flittered across it. She kept at it, even as her pussy was getting pounded from behind by the other cop. Jen and Julie kept working Andrea as well, in spite of their whimpers of pain as the cops behind them fucked their tight little assholes. And there was Andrea, her arms tied above her head, her legs spread wide for the sisters to eat out her holes, trembling in pain and pleasure. 

"You getting close boys?" Officer Mackenzie wanted to know. There were three grunts that said "yes." The three cops pulled out of the girls they were fucking, and Officer Mackenzie reached over to the crank and flipped a switch, which caused the line holding Andrea's arms in the air to go completely slack, and she fell to the ground. She cried out in pain as she landed on top of Julie. "That one's getting it all," Mackenzie ordered. Officer Bob grabbed her by her hair, pulling her to her feet. He unfastened her handcuffs but then twisted her arms behind her back and recuffed her. 

He unfastened her gag and tossed it to Mackenzie. And then he lead her, stumbling, over to Officer Mackenzie, who had stood up from her chair. Officer Tony came over and sat down in the chair, his cock hard from having just been fucking Jennifer up the ass. Bob forced Andrea to straddle Tony's lap. Mackenzie was kneeling next to them, and she took Tony's cock and guided it directly into Andrea's pussy, and Bob pushed her down on it, the full length sliding deep inside her. 

Bob moved around behind Tony then, jerking his cock up and down. He grabbed her head and forced his cock into her mouth, and Andrea nearly gagged in disgust as she realized he had been fucking Julie's ass. There wasn't much she could do though, as he had a grip on her hair and was fucking her face, his cock sliding into her throat with his every thrust. 

Then she felt the hands on her ass, her cheeks spreading, and the third cop's dick pressing against her asshole. He pushed it into her, with only a few thrusts, stretching out her tight little hole. 

She closed her eyes, more tears staining her face with her black eye liner and mascara as the cops fucked her, all three cocks beginning to throb and twitch inside of her holes. She gagged loudly as the cock inside of her mouth started pumping cum down her throat, her spit dripping from her chin, a drop of cum forming at her lip. The pumping into her pussy suddenly quickened, that cock growing and spasming. The cock in her ass thrust up into her and stayed impossibly deep, impaling her painfully. She moaned loudly as the cop with his dick in her pussy rubbed and pulled at her clit, his cum filling her pussy as she tightened her pussy around his shaft, her body trembling more as she came, and she felt the final cop pump his thick white cum deep into her ass.

All the while, Officer Mackenzie was furiously rubbing her clit back and forth with two fingers. The other cops pulled their dicks out of her and left her in a heap on the ground next to Officer Mackenzie. Mackenzie rolled Andrea onto her back and then straddled her face, her knees on either side of her head. With one hand Mackenzie rubbed her clit back and forth quickly, with the other she grabbed Andrea by the throat and held her head down on the floor. She then let out a loud cry, and her pussy squirted right in Andrea's face! 

Once all the cops had gotten off, they got their things together. They pulled the abused girls to their feet and led them back outside to their car, after letting them get dressed as well as they could.  "We'll be watching you. It'll be a lot worse next time if you ever tell anyone about this, got it?" Officer Mackenzie told them before the cops all got in their cars and drove off into the night.

They all nodded before getting into Julie's car and driving back to Julie's house. They were all silent, some sobbing and sniffing breaking the silent drive. The four girls walked into the house and up the stairs, Jen and Christina going to Jen's room, Andrea and Julie going to Julie's. They pulled off their ripped, destroyed dresses and put on their p.j's before getting into bed.

Back in the Confessional

Andrea wiped at a tear as she finished confessing all that had happened that night, waiting to hear what the priest would tell her.

Tommy had a raging hard on in his pants on the other side of the confessional. He couldn't quite believe any of what Andrea was telling him, but he knew it must be true. "The police did some awful things to you, my dear. But it is because of your actions earlier in the night that you got caught. Perhaps if you had not so completely turned your back on our Lord, He would not have allowed such terrible things to happen to you." Tommy smiled. He was starting to get the hang of this priest shit. "I sense there is still much more to your story, child. Please, continue. It is imperative that you reveal just how far down the path to hell you have gone, so that our Lord may give you enough strength to return to Him." 

He snuck a peak at the tape recorder, which was still rolling. Plenty of time left.

"Yes Father," Andrea replied. She paused a minute to think about which event to confess next. "The next event happened about a week after the incident with the police, Father," she began.



The Confessional Ch. 08



Many thanks to Sexy_Curves for helping me write this story!

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"I sense there is still much more to your story, child. Please, continue. It is imperative that you reveal just how far down the path to hell you have gone, so that our Lord may give you enough strength to return to Him." 

He snuck a peak at the tape recorder, which was still rolling. Plenty of time left.

"Yes Father," Andrea replied. She paused a minute to think about which event to confess next. "The next event happened about a week after the incident with the police, Father," she began.

That Night

"Julie are you seriously out of everything?" Andrea asked as Julie searched her drawer where she kept her stash. 

"Fuck, the cops took so much shit and I haven't seen Matt since that night either," Julie said going to her purse where she found her last joint. "We've gotta get some cash," Julie said, opening her window and lit the joint. She passed it to Andrea, smiling as an idea came to her mind. "That strip club on Salem Ave, they've got amateur night tonight. We could go, dance a little, give some private dances and walk out with a couple hundred bucks each," Julie said, taking the joint back, taking a long, deep drag as she thought about the idea. 

Andrea smiled, walking to Julie's dresser, going through her panties and finding a couple sexy options for them to wear. "You think we could really win?" she asked Julie as she picked out a pink thong and matching bra, looking at Julie's schoolgirl costume hanging in her closet.

"Andi, we're so fucking hot... I bet if we get up there on stage together, there's no way we can lose!" Julie said, giggling at the thought. She saw Andrea eying the schoolgirl outfit and handed it to her, and then pulled out her older sister's old cheerleading uniform. It didn't offer enough cleavage, though, so she put it back, started rifling through her closet. "Ah ha!" she said, pulling out her sexy halloween costume from the past year, which was (somewhat ironically) a sexy cop outfit. She found a matching black lace thong and push-up bra, some fishnet stockings, and black leather boots with a four inch heel. 

"And who knows, maybe we'll score some stuff while we're there," she said as she dug through a drawer, finally pulling out a pair of handcuffs. A wicked smile crept across her face. "But at the very least we'll have some fun."

Andrea smiled as Julie handed her the schoolgirl outfit. She found a pair of 4 inch black patent leather Mary Jane style heels and white knee socks to match her outfit. Andrea curled her hair, putting it in low, sexy pigtails with a pink ribbon headband. She used pink and silver eye shadow and jet black mascara and eye liner and put on a coat of her baby pink lipgloss.

"Mmm, girl, you look so hot!" Julie said as she finished putting on her makeup. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. "One of us is gonna win for sure!" Julie puffed on the joint, holding the smoke in, twirling about the room. "You ready? Let's go do this!" 

Julie's parents were never home, always working late or out of town on business, so they didn't have to worry about getting caught on the way out the door. They got in Julie's car and headed off to Salem Ave. Twenty minutes later, they pulled into a parking spot around behind the Salem Gentlemen's Club. There was a neon sign in the front window that said "Amateur Night! $200 Prize!"

"C'mon!" Julie said, getting out of the car. She grabbed Andrea's hand when she got around to the front of the car and the two girls rushed on inside. 

The club was smoky and dimly lit. There was a bouncer at the door. He asked to see their IDs, but he didn't look too hard at them, as it was obvious they were there to compete. "Go talk to the bartender," he told them, pointing them towards the bar. The bartender was a hot young woman, in her mid-twenties, showing plenty of cleavage and wearing a ton of makeup. She had long blonde hair and skimpy clothes. Julie headed over towards her. 

"You must be here for the contest," the bartender said when they stepped up to the bar. Two fourty-year-old men at the bar were ogling them. 

"That's right," Julie said. 

The bartender pulled a clipboard from under the bar and handed it to them. There were already a dozen names on the sheet of paper. "You're just in time. We're about to get started," she said. As if on cue, the lights went down even further and a spotlight came on the stage, and a college girl strutted on stage wearing a skimpy naughty nurse's outfit.

"You girls want something to drink?" the bartender asked them. 

"That be great," Julie said quickly. "Cranberry vodkas?"

The girls looked around the club. The stage was in the middle and had two dancing poles on it. There were several occupied tables and chairs around the stage. It was almost all men. There was one table with six college-age girls, dressed sexy and obviously there for the contest. They had been there for a while, judging from the empty glasses and bottles on their table. There were several booths-type tables around the perimeter. Andrea looked around the club, looking at the stage and all of the men sitting in various tables and boots around the stage, watching as the nurse pulled off her uniform. She had a sexy little body, but her dancing needed serious work if she was going to walk away with any cash at all. 

She looked at the far wall of the club, and noticed numbered doors along the entire length of the wall, raising an eyebrow as a young woman came out in nothing but her bra and g-string, followed by an older, middle aged man with a grin on his face as he walked back to a table by the stage.

"Here ya go, ladies," the bartender said behind them, sliding their drinks across the bar to them. "First one's on me," she said with a wink. "You two will be going last, and then the owner will get up and announce the winner. Don't ask how he decides who wins, I don't know, don't wanna know. But he's over there, in that booth over there." She pointed to a booth in the corner, where a man was sitting with an attractive, skimpily dressed young woman on either side of him. 

The girl dancing had stripped down to her bra and panties at this point. She had a nice body, for sure, but the men around the stage weren't exactly drooling. 

"You can go backstage in about half an hour," the bartender suggested. "After you dance, you can do lap dances or privates, if you're so inclined."

Andrea looked at Julie who was looking around as well. 

"The competition doesn't look too impressive," Julie said, leaning back against the bar, sipping on her drink. Andrea smiled, realizing she and Julie had a shot at taking home the prize tonight. She looked at the two men from across the bar as they walked up to them. She sat against the barstool behind her as the guys offered to buy them another drink. She and Julie flirted with the older men as some girls danced on stage. One of the guys had moved towards Andrea, standing between her legs as she sat on the barstool. Andrea rubbed her hand on the side of his thigh when the men bought them another round of drinks. The girl on stage was finishing her dance, sliding her thong down her legs and then grinding herself against the pole. There was a smattering of applause as the girl's song ended. 

They took the drinks and flirted a little with the older men while a few more girls did their dances. The guys bought them another round and the girls flirted along, until Julie excused themselves and they went backstage. They picked out their music and soon it was time to go onstage. They decided they would go out and put on a little show together. Andrea would go out first, and do a little dance, and then the cop would come out and arrest and punish the schoolgirl for being so naughty.

Andrea put on another coat of shiny pink lipgloss and another coat of mascara, adjusting her hot pink bra under her tight, white oxford shirt unbuttoned except two buttons across the middle of her chest. 

The music started and Andrea went out on stage, her hips swaying to the the music. Her hands slid up and down her body, unbuttoning a button on her shirt each time her hands moved down her body. She pouted her lips, tossing her shirt to the side, cupping her tits as she danced. She pulled the pink ribbon from her hair, sliding it between her legs and against her slit, her hips riding it. She turned, looking surprised as Julie came out on stage.

Julie sauntered onstage, that naughty grin spread across her face. She was stepping to the beat of the music and twirling her handcuffs around with her finger. She danced her way towards Andrea, who danced back across to the rear of the stage. The girls chased each other around for a minute, before Julie "caught" Andrea and proceeded to cuff her hands together around one of the poles! 

Julie started dancing on Andrea, grinding against her butt and on her thigh, pulling Andrea's mini-skirt down her legs and unhooking her bra. She felt Andrea up, squeezing her tits and ass, her fingers running along between her legs, pressing into her pussy. Julie tossed her cop hat out into the crowd and peeled off the tight top, exposing her black-lace clad bra. She hiked up her skirt, showing off her tight, round ass and wiggling it for the crowd.

The men around the stage were hooting and hollering and cat-calling as the girls finished their little show, with Julie pulling Andrea's thong down to her feet and giving her ass a few nice loud slaps. 

When the song ended, the club owner came up on stage with a microphone. "I think we all know who our winners are tonight!" he said, to more cat-calls, and handed Julie and Andrea a hundred dollars each. "Congratulations girls. Please, stick around, I'm sure some of our valued customers would love to offer you their congratulations as well!"

The girls went backstage for a few minutes. "Let's see how much we can get out of these men," Julie said, smiling wide as she stuffed her hundred dollars in her purse. They put their bras and panties back on and went back out to the floor as the professional dancers congratulated them and went out to take the stage.

Most of the other amateur girls had left at this point. A couple were doing lap dances around the stage or in a booth. Andrea and Julie made a circuit around the club, and were soon propositioned for lap dances.

Anthony Driver was a lawyer, about thirty-five years old, who had just received a promotion at his firm, and he and some other lawyers were out celebrating. One of his buddies waved Andrea over and offered her fifty bucks for a few songs worth of lap dances for Anthony. When Andrea looked over her shoulder for Julie, she saw that her friend was already in some guy's lap, grinding away on him.

"I'll give him half an hour for a hundred," she said leaning close to the guys ear so he could hear her over the loud music, her lace covered tits rubbing against his chest as she backed off slightly, waiting for his response.

"No, honey, he wants to try out all the girls. But, how about a few songs for him, and you can spend the rest of the half hour on me?" he said, sliding two fifty dollar bills into her hand. "If he really likes you we'll get a private later, is that cool?" 

Andrea smiled, feeling him slide two bills into her hand. She nodded, glancing over at Julie. "Yeah, that's cool," she replied, her hand rubbing against his chest as she moved away from him and towards Anthony. She smiled, sliding her arms around his neck, rubbing her tits against him as a song started. 

She brought her legs up, straddling his lap, her hips grinding against him to the pulse of the music. "Anything special I can do for you," she purred into his ear, her tongue lightly tracing over his earlobe.

Anthony was having the time of his life. He was pretty drunk, and his buddies were all gonna buy him lapdances. He said the first thing that came to mind when she asked him if he wanted anything special. "Rub those tits in my face," he said. "And then your ass!"

Sitting across the room, watching as Andrea and Julie gave their first lapdances, was an older man, probably in his fifties. He was very well built, tall and muscled. He had short blond hair and piercing blue eyes. His name was Vladimir Kopotsov. He was a gun-runner with the Russian Mafia. One way he liked to launder his money was to spend the cash in strip clubs. He had a particular predilection towards teenage girls. He watched with interest, and a growing hard-on, from his secluded, dark corner.

Andrea nodded at Anthony's answer to her question, slowly kneeling so her chest was closer to his face. She moved her hands to his shoulders, rubbing her tits against him. She smiled, her body against his as he watched her grind against him. She turned around, her hands on his knees as she leaned her back against his chest, grinding her ass against his thighs and then slowly moving it up his chest, rubbing her cheeks into his face before sliding back down into his lap. 

Anthony's cock rapidly grew to be rock hard as she rubbed her ass so very close to it. "Damn girl, you sure are fucking hot," he said. The guys all watched as she rubbed her body against his. He groaned as her thigh brushed against his rod. "I mean, look at these fucking tits... I just wish I could grab them! I think I might want this one for a private later on, boys," he said, looking down and watching as she moved her hips, grinding herself into his lap.

Andrea danced, looking around the room a little bit as her as rubbed against his growing cock. The girl dancing on stage right now only had a bright green g-string on now, and Julie was dancing on her second or third guy for the night. 

She smiled when she heard him tell his friends that he was thinking about her for a private. She turned her head to look at him "I'll be here all night baby, just come and find me," she whispered, her teeth playing with his earlobe as she wiggled has ass in his lap.

"I just might baby," Anthony said with a groan from the way she rubbed that fine ass into his hard-on. He just sat back and enjoyed it all. He knew better than to touch her; he didn't want to get kicked out of the club! He let her do all the touching. "You're pretty damn good at this," he said. "Are you really an amateur? You lapdance like a pro, and I should know."

Across the room, Vladimir watched Andrea and Julie dance with increased arousal. Eventually, Julie finished one of her lapdances and spotted him watching her. She went over to him. He pulled out two hundred dollar bills. "I vunt private danse. You and your friend over there." he said, nodding in Andrea's direction. 

Julie's eyes grew wide as she saw the pair of hundred dollar bills the big Russian was offering for some private time with her and Andrea. "I think that can be arranged, sir," she said with a smile, bending over close to him, letting her tits rub into his chest. "I'll go see if my friend is interested," she said, turning around, wiggling her tight round ass in his face before sauntering off towards Andrea.

Andrea smiled, grinding her body against Anthony. She turned back around, grinding her thong-covered pussy into has lap, her lips brushing against his neck as his buddies watched her. "Baby there's things I'm much better at than this," she whispered, nibbling at his earlobe. "I can show you if you've got the money." 

She glanced over at Julie who was talking to an older man across the room. She continued dancing with Anthony. "Your friend bought me for a half hour and said he'd take me for the rest of the time. I think my half hour's almost over baby, am I staying with you the rest of it?" she whispered to him again her mouth tracing down his neck.

"You stay right here," Anthony said, groaning a bit as her lips worked up and down his neck, her crotch grinding into his. "And I've got plenty of money," he said. "I just got a promotion today. Tell me, just what kinds of things are we talking about here?" he asked her. 

"I'm up for anything, if the price is right," she whispered, grinding her body against his a bit harder. She put her hands on his shoulders, grinding her pussy against his lap again. "I might never have danced before," she whispered, nibbling at his earlobe. "But trust me, I know what I'm doing."

"I can tell you know what you're doing, baby," he whispered in her ear. "You're doing a damn fine job of it tonight. Anything, huh? What's the price for a fuck in the private room?" he asked her. 

Julie watched Andrea as she rode the guy. She decided to wait until Andrea was done with him before telling her about the offer from the Russian. She went over to the bar instead and got herself a cosmo.

Andrea smiled. "Well, lets see," she said to him. "It was a hundred for a couple songs worth of lap dances, and for the quality you'd be getting, it's gonna cost you three hundred for a fuck. Everything else is gonna be a la carte baby," she whispered, kissing and nibbling at his neck and ear. "This is your last song babe," she whispered, "I've gotta make a round to a few other tables and then I'll be back if you want me," she said, and made sure his last dance was the sexiest. 

She saw Julie at the bar and wondered why she wasn't dancing on someone. She smiled as the song ended, nibbling at his lip as she slowly got off of his lap. "Find me later sexy," she whispered, her hand sliding down his body as she walked to the bar.

Julie smiled as Andrea walked up to her. "See that guy in the corner over there?" she said, nodding towards the Russian in the dark corner booth. "He's got a special request. You and me and him in a private room. A hundred bucks each." Julie leaned over to Andrea, her tongue flicking over her ear. "I think it could be fun," she purred in her ear.

"Julie we can get more out of him," she whispered back, playing with the waistband of Julie's thong. "I just got a hundred from a couple lapdances. And the guy was ready to hand over three hundred to fuck, plus more for extra," she whispered. "That guy over there can definitely handle paying out more than that for a private," she added.

Julie's hand grabbed Andrea's wrist. "Wait... you offered to fuck him for money?" she hissed in a whisper. "You can't do that! What if he's a cop? You never know if some of these guys are undercover cops!"

Andrea finished Julie's cosmo. She leaned closer to Julie. "He's legit Julie, but if you think we can get more out of him I'm good with him," she whispered, looking at the guy in the private booth.

"Shit... okay, c'mon, let's do the private with him and then get out of here. I'm sure we can milk him for more money once we start putting on a show for him," Julie said, her hand sliding into Andrea's as they walked away from the bar and towards that corner booth. "We're ready for you, Mister," Julie said with an impish grin on her face. The Russian stood up. He was well over six feet tall, towering over the girls. The smile on his face was wicked and lustful, and he led them to a vacant private room, opening the door for them and following them inside, flipping the switch. 

A low red light turned on. In the room was a small dance floor with a pole, a table and a few small round chairs with no arms. There was a sofa against one wall. The Russian made his way over to it and sat down, leaning back, his eyes on the girls. 

"Half hour, yes?"

"That sounds good," Julie said, grabbing the pole and twirling herself around it. "So what would you like the two of us to do for you?" she asked him. 

He patted either side of the sofa. "Come over here," he said. He looked the half-naked girls up and down, a creepy smile crossing his face. When they slid onto the sofa on either side of him, he said: "Now get nekkid and pleazure each otherr," he growled, a mighty bulge already beginning to show through his pants.




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Almost perfectly synchronized, the girls reached behind their backs, unclasping their bras and letting them fall to the floor in front of the sofa. They both stood up, sliding odd each other's thongs before getting back on the sofa, kissing one another, their hands groping at each other's tits. Andrea moaned as Julie slid a finger between her folds, wiggling it against her walls. Andrea slid two fingers into Julie's pussy, her thumb focusing on her clit. Andrea slid her tongue into Julie's mouth as Julie's thumb moved to her clit. She moaned loudly as Julie squeezed and pulled at her nipples. She arched her back as Julie slid another finger into her dripping pussy.

"Mmm youze are goot girlz," the Russian said, his hand rubbing his bulging crotch as the girls fingered each other before him. "Vladimir like very much." Julie moaned loudly as Andrea worked her clit with her thumb, and Julie quickly returned the favor, doing the same to Andrea. Julie kissed her friend deeply, tongues sliding over each other. Julie squeezed Andrea's tits, pinching her nipples. 

"You know," Julie said, smirking, "my friend here squirts when she gets really excited." 

"Oh?" Vladimir said. "I vud like to see dat."

"I bet an extra fifty dollars will excite her quite a bit," Julie said. 

The Russian quickly pulled out his wallet and added a fifty dollar bill to the two hundreds. "Show me," he said. 

She squeezed at Julie's tits as Julie moved her to Vladimir's lap, her back against his chest as Julie knelt in front of her. She could feel his big hard dick through the thin fabric of his pants, pressing against her ass. She wiggled her naked ass against his lap as Julie got on her knees at their feet and started fingering her, one, two and then three fingers before replacing her fingers with her tongue, licking up and down her slit before moving between her folds.

Andrea smiled, leaning back against Vladimir's strong chest, her hand moving between her legs and pulling at Julie's hair as she got closer, rocking her hips against Julie's face.

Julie kept working her tongue inside her Andrea's pussy, licking and sucking, her fingers on her friend's clit, rubbing it back and forth. She pulled her tongue out. "You know, Mister Big Russian Man, I think Andrea here will let you touch her for another fifty bucks," she said, and then dove right back in, eating Andrea's pussy out, her tongue and fingers working double time on her in a fast, steady rhythm. 

Vladimir grunted and threw down another fifty dollar bill, and placed his hands on Andrea's hips, pressing her down on his lap, rubbing his hard cock between her asscheeks. She moaned louder as one of his hands moved around her, rubbing and squeezing at her tits. "Oh shit Julie," she moaned as her body rocked harder against her, getting close.

"Yeah, girl," Julie moaned into Andrea's pussy, her tongue working faster, licking her lips up and down. Julie's fingernails dug into Andrea's hips as she wiggled her tongue inside. Behind her, Vladimir groaned as she squirmed in his lap, her ass rubbing against his cock. "I like you girlz very much," he groaned, squeezing Andrea's tits with both hands now. 

Julie kept working Andrea's pussy with her tongue and clit with her fingers, harder and faster. "C'mon, c'mon," she moaned into her, looking up at her friend. "Squirt all over my face, cunt!" she said before sliding her tongue deep inside her again.

"Ohh fuck," she moaned loudly, her eyes watering as she felt herself let go, squirting all over Julie's face and chest, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. She moved one hand between her legs, spreading her lips so she sprayed more onto Julie's face as she leaned her head back against Vladimir's shoulder.

Vladimir craned his neck around her, and looked on just in time to see Julie take a face-full of Andrea's juices. He said something in Russian as Andrea squirted all over Julie. "That is amazing!" Vladimir said. He kissed Andrea's neck as she trembled in his lap. Some of her juices had gotten on his pants. He didn't care. The half hour was up. "Thank you very much, ladies." As the girls were putting their underwear back on, he placed a magnetic hotel key card on the little pile of money. "If you girls want to make some real money tonight," he said in a low whisper, "Room 420 at the downtown Hilton." 

With that, he left them behind in the private room. Julie looked at Andrea, a smirk across her face. She handed her a hundred and one of the fifty dollar bills. "So what do you think, should we go downtown?" Julie asked her as they headed out the door. 

She slipped the two bills Julie handed her into her bra and nodded. "I think we should," she answered.

One of the professional strippers was waiting for them outside the door. The woman looked right at Andrea. "Hey. I'm Kitty. The boss wants to talk to you. I think he wants to give you a job," she said. "C'mon."



The Confessional Ch. 09



Muchos gracias Sexy_Curves!

*

One of the professional strippers was waiting for them outside the door. The woman looked right at Andrea. "Hey. I'm Kitty. The boss wants to talk to you. I think he wants to give you a job," she said. "C'mon."

She looked at Julie after hearing what Kitty said about the boss wanting to give her a job. "Give someone else a dance Jules, I'll be back in a minute," she said to her nodding towards the booth of guys that Andrea had been dancing for earlier. "They've got cash," she smiled as she followed Kitty.

Kitty led her through the club, back into the dressing rooms area. The pros were all flitting about, getting ready for their upcoming dances or hurrying out to do more lapdances or privates. Kitty led her to a wooden door, which had a simple sign across it: "MANAGER". Kitty knocked. "I've got her, boss! The girl that won!" she said. 

"Bring her in! It's open!" Kitty grabbed the doorknob and turned it, opened it, and waved Andrea inside. It was a very small room, cluttered with papers and files. There was a desk with a computer and a chair on either side. The boss, the same guy who had given her the prize earlier, stood up, a big smile on his face as he came around the desk and pulled the chair out for her. As she sat down he closed the door behind her. "Andrea, right?" he asked her. 

He suddenly flipped the deadbolt lock on the door. 

"So, Andrea, you think you can come into my club and turn a few tricks, huh?"

She looked at him as he walked back over to her. "I just came out to dance and make a few bucks tonight," she said, not admitting to anything right away.

"Don't bullshit me, bitch. A very loyal customer informed me that you said you were very good at 'other things' than dancing, and that a fuck would be three hundred dollars," he said, standing right behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders, squeezed them, hard. "This is not that kind of place, honey. Did you know if that had been a cop you were offering your services to, that you, and me, and all the rest of the girls would be getting hauled off to jail right now?" His grip tightened, painfully on her shoulders, and he was leaning over her, growling in her ear. "I don't fucking need that. You fucking whores ought to know better. Well, guess I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson," he said. He suddenly grabbed her by the throat and pulled her backwards, towards him, causing the chair to tip backwards. He stepped to the side and knelt down next to her once she was on her back on the floor, squeezing her throat with one hand and unzipping his pants with the other. 

"You want to turn a fucking trick? I'm gonna be your first one for the night," he said. "But you're gonna pay for the pleasure of letting me fuck you!" He grabbed at her brastraps, pulling them down, exposing her tits and the money she had stashed in there. He pocketed the cash, all of it. 

"Please no" she whispered before his grip on her neck tightened even more, her face getting red and hot. She tried fighting him off, pushing and scratching at his strong arm, whimpering again as he pulled her hair, forcing her to her feet, and then threw her down roughly onto the desk, so that her ass was facing him, scattering papers everywhere. He came up behind her as she gasped for breath, grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her back. 

She felt the familiar cold click of handcuffs binding her wrists together behind her back.

"Please no, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she whimpered, pleading with him. "We'll leave, I'm sorry," she added afraid of what he was going to do.

The club owner grabbed the lacy red thong she wearing and tugged it down to her feet. He grabbed one of her feet and pulled the thong off. She winced as he kicked her ankles, forcing her legs wider as she bent over the desk. She knew she was in trouble, and the door was locked. Even if Julie found out what was happening, there was nothing she could do right now. "It's a little late for sorry, bitch," he said, jerking his cock up and down, getting it hard. "My girls have a reputation to uphold. One cunt like you starts turning tricks in here, and word gets around, and soon the customers start asking all the girls to fuck. We can't have that." 

"I'm sorry, I didn't, I never" she whimpered, trying to think of something to say, something to get out of the situation she was in. She stayed still, his strong hand holding the small of her back down, forcing her against the desk as he probed at her pussy, roughly forcing two fingers in deep. 

"You like it rough, huh? Well, the girls will be pretty rough with you once I'm done," he growled, withdrawing his hand and grabbing his cock with it. He rubbed the head between her folds and then pushed it inside her, groaning as he did. "Fuck, that's good, you'd be worth paying for, I gotta give ya that," he said, grabbing her hips and thrusting his full length into her. He started thrusting deep into her. He reached forward and grabbed her hair as he did, wrenching her head painfully back, so she was looking at him over her shoulder. "Never fucking come back here, cunt. And make sure your whore friends know what'll happen if they try turning tricks in my joint." 

"I'm sorry" she whimpered again. She thought for a minute that he had finally accepted her apology, but was seriously mistaken. She cried out loudly as he pressed his cock against her asshole, spreading her cheeks with his hand, pushing his thick cock deep into her ass. Her eye makeup was staining her face, crying as her hips bucked beneath him, pleading with him to stop.

Her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. He continued his assault on her, his dick pumping in and out of her tight little asshole. He smacked her buttcheeks, the slapping sound filling the small room. His cock plunged deep into her, over and over. She had no idea how long he raped her for. Andrea whimpered loudly as he fucked her ass, her body writhing beneath him, a mix of pain, fear and shock. She winced as he forced his fingers deep into her dripping pussy. She stayed still as he tensed behind her, his body jerking deeper into her as his cock twitched. She closed her eyes as she felt him fill her with his thick white cum.

He pulled out of her when he finished cumming, and unlocked her handcuffs. "You deserve a fighting chance, at least," he growled as he grabbed her hair again, pulling her off the desk and back to the door. He unlocked it and opened it. Kitty and a couple other strippers were waiting outside. "She thinks you're all a bunch of whores," the boss said, shoving her out towards them, her bra hanging halfway off, her thong still around one ankle.

"Is that so?" Kitty sneered, grabbing Andrea and pushing her up against a wall. "You think this is some kind of whorehouse, cunt?"

Andrea shook her head no, looking at Kitty. "No I never said anything like that," she whispered, her voice shaky, her body trembling as they all moved closer to her.

"No? You don't think this is a whorehouse? Then why did you tell one of our customers he could fuck you for a few hundred bucks, you filthy fucking whore?" Kitty demanded to know. She didn't give her time to answer, instead slapping Andrea hard across the face. 

"I'm sorry, I never said anything like that" Andrea cried, her hand moving to her face.

"She must think we're all a bunch of whores!" one of the strippers said. 

"She's a dumb one at that, if she thinks she can just walk in and fuck for money and leave!" 

"Stupid fucking cunt!" 

"I promise I never said anything like that!" she whimpered before another girl stepped in front of her, punching her in the middle of her stomach. She doubled over, her face red. She struggled to take a breath, sliding down the wall. Kitty grabbed her long blond hair and pulled her away from the wall, spinning as she did and flinging Andrea into the middle of the dressing room. One of the girls stuck her leg out as she did, tripping her and causing her to crash onto the floor. 

"We need to teach her a lesson, girls," Kitty said as they came over to her, standing over the high school girl.

She lay on the floor, her eyes close as she whimpered, pleading with the girls to let her go.

"Aww, the fucking whore wants to go back home to her pimp now," Kitty said. One of the girls slammed shut the door to the dressing room. Kitty grabbed Andrea by her hair, jerked her head around a little bit before her other hand grabbed her throat and tightened. She looked around at the three other strippers. "What do you think girls? Just how should we teach this bitch to never show her ugly cunt face around here again?" 

"Bring the bouncers in to fuck her!" 

"No, she might actually like that." 

"Tie her up and let some of the customers fuck her!" 

"Again, she might actually like that." 

One of the girls spat on her, getting Andrea in the face as she squirmed and gasped for breath under Kitty's grip. Kitty slapped her across the face again, this time with the back of her hand. "We could just beat her up." 

"Why don't we drag her out on stage and make sure everyone knows she's a fucking whore?" 

"I like that idea," Kitty said, finally releasing Andrea's throat from her grip. "We should dress her up first." The strippers immediately started rifling through the various costumes and accessories that were scattered about. 

Kitty pulled Andrea up to her feet and brought her, stumbling, across the dressing room to a chair in front of a mirror and countertop. She grabbed a pair of handcuffs (there were handcuffs lying around all over this stripclub!) and wrenched Andrea's arms behind her back, locking her arms to the chair she was sitting in. Kitty sat in front of her on the counter. She opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors, then leaned over Andrea and snipped her bra off, right between her cleavage. 

"Now be a good girl," Kitty purred, dragging the cold steel of the scissors along Andrea's neck before the girls came back with a few different outfits for her. She looked up at Kitty, her face stained with tears and makeup as she sat silently except for her sobbing as the girls started walking back over.

"No, no, no, YES!" Kitty said, grabbing a costume one of the girls showed her. It was the tiniest plaid schoolgirl skirt she'd ever seen; it would literally only cover the upper half of her ass. The top they'd chosen for her was nothing more than a white dress shirt collar with a very short navy blue tie hanging from the middle. 

"I like this schoolgirl outfit so much more than the one you wore earlier!" Kitty said. "Now hold still!" she said, pulling stage make-up out of a drawer. She slathered it on heavy on Andrea's face, blush, eyeshadow, lipstick. 

The girls unhooked her handcuffs from the chair but left her hands bound behind her back. They stood her up when Kitty was done with the make-up. One of the girls was behind her, and Andrea could feel something wet pressing hard into her ass. The stripper was writing on her with a sharpie! She handed the sharpie to Kitty, who pressed it into her tits and proceeded to write, in large letters, "WHORE". 

They put the skirt and collar on her, and then they led her out of the dressing room and to the curtain separating the back from the stage. A minute later, the girl who was out there had finished her routine. Kitty grabbed a microphone. 

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special encore performance featuring the winner of tonight's contest! And don't worry, folks, everything you're about to see is just an act! Our winner tonight is a very accomplished actress, it turns out. Welcome, Andrea!"

Two of the strippers took her by her arms and led her out onto the stage, her hands still cuffed behind her back. Some people started laughing, others just stared confused as the two strippers started dancing around her, their hands groping her young body, squeezing tits, slapping her ass, fingers sliding into her pussy. She looked up at Kitty her eyes red with tears, her makeup already starting to stream down her face. 

Julie had just finished another lapdance as when she heard someone on stage make an announcement about Andrea. She looked towards the stage and saw Andrea handcuffed and wearing a really slutty school girl costume with writing on her ass and tits, her hands cuffed behind her back as the girls used her. She stayed on the guy's lap for a minute, in shock as she watched what they were doing to her.

Two more strippers sauntered on stage to the beat of the music. "She's been a very naughty girl!" they said. 

"It's time for her to be punished!" 

"Make sure she can't get away!" 

One of the girls pushed Andrea her back up against the pole that was in the middle of the stage. Two girls danced on either side of her, their hands wandering her body, as the girl behind her quickly unfastened one of the handcuffs and then refastened it on her wrist again, moving it around the pole so that she was bound with her back to it. She shook her head, tears pouring down her face, smearing her makeup and dripping onto her exposed tits as Kitty spoke into the microphone. "She has been a bad bad girl," Kitty said, speaking into a microphone. "Who would have thought, with that pretty little face, that she could be so naughty?" She sauntered across the stage towards Andrea. "But it's written across her ass and her tits! This dumb bitch is a whore!" 

There was a scattering of cheers and gasps throughout the club. 

"And what are whores good at? You know. FUCKING! So let's show her how we treat whores here at the Gentleman's Club. Do I hear a hundred dollars for her first fuck of the night? It's gonna be right here on stage!" 

The girls pulled a man up on stage, and he gave Kitty five twenty dollar bills as he stood in front of Andrea and unzipped his pants. 

"Get her down on her knees, like a good whore!" Kitty demanded. The strippers on either side of her kicked the back of her knees at the same time, and Andrea fell hard on them. "Now suck his cock like a good hooker!" The crowd started hooting and hollering.

She looked at the man who stood in front of her as he unzipped his pants. "Please," she whimpered before she felt her knees give out as two girls kicked at the back of them, falling painfully hard to the floor, her body trembling more now. "This isn't an act, please don't," she begged him.

"No, no, no," Kitty said, interrupting. This isn't that kind of place!" One of the strippers pulled the man away from Andrea, and Kitty stuffed the money in his pocket before he left the stage. "We just wanted you all to know this bitch is a whore. So if you see her out on the street or in some other club, feel free to ask her for a favor. I know she's into some really kinky shit," Kitty said. "Let us show you!" She shook her head, pleading with Kitty to stop. 

One of the strippers came out of the back holding a pair of large, realistically shaped silicon dildos. "She loves to deep throat," Kitty said, as the stripper came up to her, handed one of the dildos to another girl. "Please don't. I'm so sorry, please just let me go" she pleaded as one of the girls brought one of the dildos to her lips, forcing it into her mouth after smacking her across the face with it a few times. She whimpered as she forced it into her mouth, pressing it against her throat making her gag as Kitty held the microphone near her mouth. She closed her eyes as she heard her gagging amplified throughout the room. She cried out as one girl pulled her hair painfully hard, the dildo being shoved deep into her throat.

She tried to close her legs as one girl moved between her legs, rubbing the dildo against her pussy. She whimpered as they pulled her back to her feet, kicking at her ankles to force her legs wider. She gagged loudly, drooling around the dildo as the other stripper forced the dildo deep inside of her pussy.

"It looks like she could even take on two or three of you at once," Kitty said, sneering at her as she gagged. The girls kept fucking her with the dildos. "She even loves the taste of her own juices," Kitty said, the dildos being pulled from her mouth and pussy suddenly. The girl who was fucking her pussy stood up and smacked Andrea's face with her dildo, splattering her juices on her cheek and nose, before pushing that one into her mouth a few times and then pulling it out and rubbing it all over her face, smearing the make up even more.

"Think we should stuff one up her butt?" Kitty asked the crowd. The resultant cheer sealed Andrea's fate, as two of the girls started spreading her cheeks out. She shook her head as the girls spread her ass cheeks, one of the girls rubbing the cock against her tight hole.

"Ooh, this bitch has cum dripping out her ass!" one of the strippers cried out, to more cheers, and then the dildo was pushed up inside her, coating itself in the manager's cum as it leaked out her ass around the thick dildo.

"Please stop" she begged, her body trembling as the girls continued to torture her. The girls pretended not to hear Andrea's pleading for mercy. 

Andrea's body tensed as the dildo from her mouth was pushed fully inside of her pussy. She moaned loudly as the strippers working with the dildos began pulling them completely out, and thrusting it deeply back inside. While her pussy was stuffed, the dildo from her ass was being pulled out. While her ass was being stuffed, the dildo from her pussy was being pulled and twisted out.

"She just loves that double penetration, boys," Kitty said, as the girls worked the two dildos in and out of her ass and pussy. Another girl started rubbing her clit back and forth as they did, and two other girls started sucking on her nipples.

"And wait til you see the way she cums!" Kitty exclaimed, watching all of the proceedings with a satisfied smirk on her face. The girls kept fucking her hard, working all her most sensitive spots. Julie watched helplessly, crying a little, unable to tear her eyes away. Kitty leaned in close to her. "Just cum and it'll all be over," she said with a sneer. "I gotta get back to work."

"Fuck you" she hissed at Kitty between moans. She squeezed around the dildo in her pussy, making it harder for the stripper between her legs to fuck her, but also making it feel even better, pushing her closer to the need to cum.

Kitty's eyes grew wide. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, bitch," she growled. Andrea cried out as Kitty slapped her across the face, striking the other side of her face with the back of her hand. Her eyes filled with tears again, and she shook her head no as her body trembled. "Fucking cunt," Kitty yelled. Andrea gagged loudly as Kitty's grip tightened around her neck, her fingers pressing painfully deep into her flesh.

"Stop it!" Julie finally cried out, but she was ignored. She tried to climb up on stage, but another stripper was there to stop her, punching her in the belly and then kicking her off the stage. She crashed on a table top, scattering glasses and falling to the floor. One of the bouncers came over and grabbed her and started dragging her, kicking and screaming, towards the door.

Kitty grabbed Andrea's hair as she choked her, pulling her head back, squeezing tighter around her throat. The other strippers kept working the dildos in and out as she gasped for air. Kitty knocked the side of Andrea's head against the pole, and she nearly fell down, her knees buckling. Kitty smacked her twice more. "Cum for me, slut!"

She whimpered as she got even closer, her body trembling more now out of her need to cum than fear and humiliation. She moaned loudly, her back arching against the pole as Kitty's hand moved back to her throat.

"You little fucking bitch, cum for me right fucking now!" Kitty growled at her, easing her grip on her throat just enough to let her get a few gulps of air. "And just know it'll be a lot worse if I ever see your bitch ass here again!"




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The girls kept fucking both her holes, pounding her with their toys, the long thick dildos stretching out Andrea's tight little pussy. Andrea moaned loudly, her body arching against the pole, her body writhing in pleasure as the strippers continued fucking both of her tight holes with the giant dildos. "C'mon, cunt, and cum for me," Kitty growled again, now letting go of her throat, grabbing her hair, pulling her head back and sinking her teeth hard into Andrea's neck, hard enough to leave her mark on her throat. She moaned louder, her eyes watering as she started to cum, squirting around the dildo as the girls pulled out the dildos from her ass and her pussy. Andrea's legs shook, and Kitty held her up by her hair as she came, squirting hard, covering her thighs with her juices as she moaned loudly. The strippers pulled the dildos out of Andrea's gaping ass and pussy, letting her squirt her juices all over her legs and the stage. "Kitty, she squirts!" one of them cried out. "It's all over my hand," she said, and proceeded to wipe the pussy juice on Andrea's tit.

"Serious? She fucking squirts? We should have gotten this on video!" Kitty said, unlocking Andrea's hands from the cuffs. Kitty grabbed her, wrenching an arm behind her back, and led her offstage, back into the backstage area, the rest of the girls with her. Kitty shoved Andrea into a wall, and grabbed her hair again. "Never fucking come back here, whore," Kitty said, before punching her in the stomach. Andrea doubled over, and Kitty elbowed her in the back, knocking her down on the ground. 

"We don't take kindly to whores stealing our customers, bitch!" another one said. The girls kicked her in the stomach and ribs, each one getting a few good cracks in.

"Done with her yet, ladies?" came a deep voice. It was one of the bouncers. The girls backed off her.

"Yeah, get her out of my sight," Kitty said, spitting on her before walking away. The other girls followed. The bouncer grabbed Andrea's arm, pulling her to her feet. She whimpered as he grabbed her, pushing her out the door and leaving her in the alley with nothing but the collar and skirt that covered so very little. 

She saw Julie drive up. She opened the door to the car, her hands shaking as she opened it, and sat down and closed the door, her face in her hands as she started to cry. 



The Confessional Ch. 10



Special thanks to Sexy_Curves!

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Julie put the car in park and reached across and hugged her friend. "I'm so sorry baby," she said, "that was awful what they did to you in there." 

She kissed Andrea's cheek and then reached into the backseat, pulling a duffel bag off the floor. "I've got an overnight bag with a couple changes of clothes. Good thing we left our purses in the car, huh?" She pulled out a couple pairs of blue jeans and a couple of tank tops. The girls were the same size and often wore each other's clothing. Once Julie had gotten her jeans and shirt on, she reached into her bra and pulled out her cash, and started counting it. "Almost four-hundred bucks," she said. "How'd you do?"

"Shit, Julie it was fucking terrible," she said, her voice shaky. "He handcuffed me and fucked me in the pussy and ass, then gave me to a bunch of those bitches. They beat me up and then made me go on stage," she said, holding her ribs. "And he made me pay him to rape me," she said crying again. "Julie I had like $400 too, but he took everything."

"Jesus, Andrea, that's terrible!" Julie hugged her again, tight. "Oh my God, girl, I'm so sorry, we never should have come here." She squeezed her tight again. 

"It's my fault Julie," she said as they drove across the city. "I never should have told the guy I'd fuck him. It's what started all of this," she said, looking into the mirror and trying to wipe at the caked on makeup staining her face.

"Let's go. Here, I'm gonna call my guy, we'll get some more weed and some coke and pick up a handle of vodka and help you forget all of this. That's so fucking wrong, I can't believe he did that," Julie said, shaking her head. She pulled out her cell phone, made a call. "Gary? Got some goodies for me? Same as last time? Yeah? Where? Okay, I can be there in twenty. Bye." 

Julie drove them across town, pulled into a bar parking lot, went around to the back. There was a guy leaning against a car, smoking a cigarette. She pulled up right next to him, rolled the window down. He looked around, saw the coast was clear, bent over next to the window. 

"Here ya go, same as last time," Gary said with a smirk. 

Julie handed him a wad of cash. "Thanks." 

He grinned at her, then looked at Andrea, raised an eyebrow, looked back at Julie. "Your friend okay?" 

"Yeah, she had a rough night. That's what all this is for." 

"I got ya. We should party sometime. I'm having a bash next weekend." 

"Sounds fun," Julie said. "Call me." They drove off, heading back to Julie's place.

Julie's made one more stop before they got back to her place: the liquor store. She went inside and used her fake ID to get a bottle of Absolut and a bottle of cranberry juice. She came back out to the car. 

"Thanks Julie. this is just what I need tonight" she said as Julie drove back to her house.

"Oh, hey, I found this with my money." She handed Andrea a business card and a plastic card with a magnetic strip. "That Russian guy, remember? Wonder what he wanted us to do for some 'real money'? He was kinda creepy, but I wasn't gonna make him mad and not take the card, right?" The business card just had his name, Vladimir, and a phone number on it. 

Andrea slid them into her purse. "Yeah, he was pretty creepy," Andrea said, remembering what he had said about real money. "Maybe it's a good thing we didn't head that way," she said.

They got back to Julie's and went inside and up to her room. Julie helped Andrea clean all the makeup off her face and then she rolled up a joint while Andrea started cutting out some lines of cocaine. They each threw back a shot of vodka, and Julie sparked the joint up, and they each did a couple of lines. 

Julie flipped on her little TV. She took a few puffs on the joint and handed it back to Andrea, sipped at her cranberry and vodka. She was worried about Andrea; she couldn't believe she had actually offered to fuck a guy for money! It was one thing to screw around and have a good time, because sex was supposed to be fun, dammit. But doing it for the cash? She shook her head, and then snorted another line. After Andrea did one, the girls were chatting a mile a minute, their heads all spun from the blow and a bit lightheaded from the booze and weed. Finally, the question that was eating away at Julie popped out of her mouth: "You're not gonna call that big creepy Russian, are you?"

She looked at Julie and shrugged, holding in her lung full of smoke before blowing it towards the window. "I dunno girl, that guy was obviously filthy loaded, and what's wrong with getting some spending cash doing something I'd probably be doing during that time anyways?" she asked.

"What's wrong with it?" Julie asked, incredulous. "It makes you a fucking whore, that's what's wrong with it," she said, and gulped down her drink. "And it obviously gets you into all kinds of trouble. We could have walked out of there with a thousand dollars between the two of us if you hadn't fucked it all up!" Julie said, standing up from the bed and grabbing the bottle of vodka. She took a swig from it, then turned on Andrea. "We could still be there right now, having fun, maybe getting off a little bit, but no, somebody had to get us kicked out!"

Andrea stared at Julie as she answered her. "I'm not a fucking whore," Andrea said trying to defend herself. She finished her drink and took the bottle back from Julie, filling her glass with vodka. "And if we would have gone to Vladimir's hotel room, we could have at least another grand." She got off of Julie's bed and grabbed her clothes, packing up her bag that she'd brought earlier in the day. "Don't fucking blame me Julie," she said. "Fuck this, I'm going home," Andrea said walking out of Julie's room. 

"You are a fucking whore! I can't fucking believe you! What the hell is wrong with you?" Julie shouted after her as she went out the door. "You can have the fucking Russian! And don't come crawling back to me when he does awful things to you!"

"Don't worry Julie, I don't need a fucking slut to help me spend the cash I'll get from him, I can take care of that on my own" Andrea said as she slammed the front door. She went outside and sat on the porch, digging for the business card Julie had given her in the car. She dialed the number into her cell, and waited as it rang. "Hi Vladimir, it's Andrea, the blonde from the club." she said, lighting a cigarette and pulling on a sweatshirt.

Vladimir was sitting alone in his hotel room. His trusted lieutenants were off taking care of business, making a delivery to a local gang. It was small time stuff, handguns and a couple of AK's, nothing they couldn't handle, nothing they'd need him for. He turned down the volume on the porno he'd ordered on the TV when the phone rang. "Hello? Ah, yes, Andrea. How could I forget? That vwas quite de show you put on there at the end of the night, no? I enjoyed it very much. Are you coming to see me, darling?" he asked her.

Andrea cringed when Vladimir mentioned the show at the end of the night. "Yeah, it was something else," she said, trying to move on to another subject. "That's what I was calling about," she told him when he asked her if she was coming to see him. "Julie can't come, but I'd love to, but I don't have a ride to get there," she explained to him, taking a drag on her cigarette as she sat on Julie's porch.

"That is shame," Vladimir replied. "Vere are you? I vill send... friend to come pick you up," he said. He had been hoping for the both of the girls, but the one would do just fine. He was rather partial to the blonde, anyway. He was hoping she would squirt her juices all over him, like she had done earlier.

Andrea told Vladimir the nearest main street address. He didn't want him to know Julie's address. "That would be great," she added when he said he'd have a friend pick her up. Had she not been wasted and drunk, she probably wouldn't have called, and agreed to get picked up by someone she had never met before. She was broke though, and desperate, and this idea was the best thing she had going. "I'll see you soon," she said to Vladimir before hanging up the phone and walking 5 blocks to the slightly busier main street.

Vladimir called his boys; they had finished their deal and were headed back to the hotel. He diverted one of the cars out to a suburb to pick up the girl. They were there in about fifteen minutes, and spotted her standing on the corner. The black sedan pulled to a stop right in front of her. "Coming to see Vladimir?" one of the guys in the front seat said when he rolled down his window. "Hop in back!" 

They got back on the freeway. The two men in the front seat were speaking in Russian the whole time as they drove downtown to the Hilton. They got there and parked the car and led Andrea inside and up to the fourth floor, down the hall to the twentieth room. Finally they spoke in English. "Vladimir iss inside." They were looking her up and down, with obvious lust in their eyes. "Show him good time, no?" Then they walked over to another door and opened it and went inside. When she opened the door, Vladimir stood up from the bed. The porno was still playing on the TV. "Andrea!" he said. "Tank you for coming. I'm sure you vill be coming again soon, no? Yes, yes, come inside."

She nodded at what he said. "I'm here to do anything you want me to do," she said to him, setting her bag down into a chair in the corner.

"And you shall be vell compensated, Andrea," vladimir said, a creepy grin spreading across his face. He sat back down on the bed, turning up the volume on the porno movie he was watching. It was in the middle of a hardcore scene, which featured one blonde woman servicing three large dicks at once, one in her mouth, one in her pussy and one up her ass. "De first ting you kin do is get out of doze cloze," Vladimir said, leaning back against the headboard, "and come over here and suck on my cock."

He looked her up and down, that creepy smile only getting weirder. He unzipped his pants and slid them off, and jerked his cock through his boxers as he looked at Andrea. Andrea could tell he had quite the tool under there... she could remember feeling it earlier when she had straddled him at the club.

"Yes sir" she said. She realized as she pulled off her sweatshirt that the outfit she wore could have been a bad choice, there was nothing sexy about it. She slid out of her jeans and tank top, unhooking her bra and pulling off her panties before walking to the bed. She knelt next to him, her hand sliding over his shaft, jerking him through his expensive boxers. She licked her lips as she pulled his boxers down, exposing the large cock that she'd felt rubbing against her ass earlier at the club. She slowly bent down, her tongue running up and down the length of his shaft before moving her lips to the big mushroom head of his cock. She looked up at him as she moved her hand to his balls, rubbing and squeezing them softly, licking around the head of his cock.

His cock hardened slowly as she put her lips and tongue on it, eventually growing to its full size, a good ten inches worth of meat. "Oh, dat iss goot little girl," he groaned, running a hand through her long blonde hair, pulling it away from her face. While she sucked on him, he reached into a small bag on the bedside table, and pulled out a tiny red plaid skirt and a little white top. He pulled her head off his cock. "Now be goot girl and put deze on. And you vill call me Papa for rest of night, no?" he told her, the lusty grin on his face telling her she better do as he said.

She nodded, his lusty grin scaring her to do anything but agree with his orders. "Yes papa," she said softly, standing up from the bed and walking into the bathroom. She pulled on the skirt and top, putting her hair into pigtails before returning to Vladimir. "How's this Papa?" she asked, getting back on the bed, kneeling next to him.

"Das perfect, baby," Vladimir said, looking her up and down. He put one hand on her smooth legs, sliding them up to just under her skirt. His other hand was on his big hard cock. He patted his thigh. "Now cum sit in your Papa's lap and show him how much you love him," he said, his eyes now fixed squarely on her tits, her cleavage abundant in the little shirt.

Andrea looked at Vladimir as his hands moved up her legs. She nodded at his next command, and moved her lips against his ear. "Yes Papa," she said, licking his earlobe as she moved to his lap, his hard cock rubbing against her slit under the tiny plaid uniform skirt. She saw him looking at her tits, and wiggled them, smiling as she looked at him. "Mmm Papa you've got such a big cock," she whispered to him.

"Zee better to fuck you wit, little girl," he said, his eyes growing wide as she bounced her tits in his face. He groaned as he felt her wetness rubbing on his hard cock. His hands went all the way under her skirt and squeezed her ass, his strong arms pulling her against him, her slit pressed hard against the shaft of his cock. "Mmm, yess, ride me just like dat," he said, moving her hips back and forth, her wet cunt riding the length of his shaft, from balls to head. His hands then moved up and squeezed her large tits, and he buried his face in her cleavage, a couple days' worth of unshaven whiskers scratching her soft skin.

Andrea smiled a bit as she wiggled her pussy up and down the length of his shaft. She arched her back as he held her tightly against him, moaning as he squeezed at her tits. She moved her hands to his shoulders when his face moved between her tits. She felt him lick and nibble at the exposed flesh of her tits, tilting her neck back as he moaned "Oh papa," her hands moving to the back of his head. "That feels so good."

His cock twitched whenever she called him "Papa". He squeezed her breasts as he kissed up to her neck. "Dis vill feel even better, little girl," he groaned, as he felt her wetness covering the mushroom head of his dick. He moved his hands back down to her hips, grabbing her and angling her body and pushing her down on him, his cock sliding easily sliding deep into her cunt, which had already been stretched wide earlier that night by the girls at the strip club. He let out a loud groan as her wetness enveloped his dick. His fingers dug into her flesh, hard, his head fell back against the headboard.

Andrea looked at Vladimir as moved her hips, sliding his cock into her as he pulled her down onto his big shaft. "Ohh Papa" she moaned, kissing his neck. She gently rocked her hips, her back arched as his hands moved down her hips. She squeezed her pussy around his thick shaft, smiling as it twitched when she called him Papa. She moaned loudly as his fingers dug into her flesh, her head back, against the headboard. "Fuck me Papa" she moaned, her hands cupping her tits through her thin white top.

He held her hips tightly, and started thrusting up into her pussy, grunting with every thrust, bouncing Andrea up and down on his lap. His cock pounded up into her, the head driving deep inside her. Andrea moaned loudly as he thrust up, deep into her pussy keeping a strong grip on her thighs. She kissed at his neck and chest as he fucked her. He fucked her like that for a while, then stopped, panting and grunting, moving her around in his lap, his cock fully impaling her. Then he rolled her off him to the side and grabbed her, moving her onto her back and getting on top of her, spreading her legs, his cock immediately finding her dripping entrance and driving into her again. He grabbed her ass, pulling her body towards him with his every thrust.

She smiled, spreading her legs wide as he gripped her hips and thrust his long cock completely into her pussy. She arched her back against the bed, gripping the sheets as he grabbed her ass tightly, pulling her even closer to him, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix, her moans growing louder as he fucked her. "Ohh, Papa," she moaned loudly, leaning her head back as they fucked.

He kept fucking her hard, pounding her hot young body into the bed, grunting as he did, his thrusts growing harder and more insistent every time she called him "Papa". He grabbed at her arms, his big hands closing around her wrists, and he held them down on the bed on either side of her, holding his six-foot four, heavily muscled frame up over her, using his hips to drive his cock into her, over and over, his slightly curved, thick dick hitting her in all her favorite spots. His thrusting became frenzied, his grunts and groans growing louder as his balls clenched up and his cock spasmed deep inside Andrea's cunt, and he started to spray his seed inside her.

"Oh god Papa," she moaned into his ear as his cock started throbbing inside of her. She moaned louder feeling him fill her pussy with his thick, hot cum. Her hips bucked against him as she felt herself start to cum, her pussy squirting around him. "Oh Papa," She moaned loudly as she came, her body writhing beneath him, her moans loud, her back arched further off the bed.

When they finished cumming, he rolled off her and got off the bed. He went to the bathroom to clean off his dick and then came back out, walking over to the mini-bar. "Vud you like a drink?" he asked her, pouring vodka into a glass, on the rocks. He had his back to her, and she couldn't see what he was doing as he mixed up their drinks. "Vee have vodka, iz dat goot?"

"Yes please," she answered him. "Vodka's great," she said, sitting back against the headboard of the bed. She smiled as he walked back with two glasses, handing one to her. "Thank you," she said and smiled as he got back on the bed.

Vladimir smiled that creepy smile as he handed her the drink and sat next to her on the bed. He took a drink of his vodka on the rocks, and watched as she did the same, knowing that it would only be fifteen or twenty minutes before the rohypnol he'd dosed her drink with would take effect. She would become quite drunk; even if she didn't necessarily pass out, she wouldn't remember anything they did to her, for about the next eight hours or so. "Drink up, darling," Vladimir said, taking another drink from his vodka. "Dere iz still much fun to be had dis night." He put his hand on her thigh and slid it up under her short little skirt, his fingers brushing her pussy lips. "You like your drinks strong, no?" He slid two fingers up her pussy.

"The stronger the better," she answered, taking a bigger drink of her vodka. She leaned back against the headboard as he wiggled his fingers inside her folds, a small moan escaping her lips. Vladimir slid an arm around behind Andrea, pulling her close to him as his fingers started working in and out of her pussy. He smiled as she moaned and groaned at his touch. He didn't care if she was faking; if she was, she was one hell of an actress. Andrea finished the contents of her class, setting it on the table next to the bed as his fingers continued digging and wiggling inside of her pussy. She moaned a bit louder, her teeth nibbling at his neck and ear as his hand moved up her back to her neck.

Vladimir's cock was starting to grow hard again. His hand crawled up her back to her neck as he continued fingering her. "Now be goot girl and suck on Papa's cock again," he said in her ear, licking it, his hand on the back of her neck pushing her down towards his hardening cock.

She nodded when he told her to suck his cock. "Yes Papa," she whispered, her tongue licking down his ear and neck as she knelt in front of him, slowly moving her lips to his cock. Her tongue licked up and down the length of his hardening cock before her lips enveloped the mushroom head of his cock, sucking softly before she moved her lips further down his shaft. She looked up at him as her tongue ran along the bottom of his cock as she rubbed his balls.

Vladimir groaned as he felt Andrea's hot, wet, young mouth on his throbbing member. "Mmm," he moaned, "dat iz very goot girl." His hands moved to the back of her head as he watched her take his dick into her mouth. He grabbed each of her cute pigtails and suddenly forced her head down fully on his cock, the fat mushroom head hitting the back of her throat. He started moving her head up and down on his fat rod, her mouth stretched around it. He moaned and groaned as she gagged on him, and he kept rocking her head up and down, and started using his hips to thrust his cock harder into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged as he forced her lips all the way down his shaft, her eyes watering a bit. She continued sucking his cock as he moved her lips up and down his shaft, his hips thrusting upward, forcing her to take him completely into her mouth, his fat mushroom head fully in her throat. Her hands moved to his thighs as she gagged, her face getting red as he forced her to keep his long, thick cock in her mouth and throat as he moaned loudly and ground his hips against her face.




The Confessional Ch. 10



Vladimir laughed a little as she struggled against him, pushing on his thighs. He continued his assault on her face, fucking her mouth and throat with more force. His laugh was awful as he used her, forcing his cock into her throat again and again. "Mmm, yess, little girl, suck you Papa's cock just like dat," he groaned, another evil laugh escaping his throat as he rocked her head up and down. He pulled her head up, letting her gasp for air, and he grabbed his cock with one hand and then rubbed it on her face and slapped her with it. He could see her eyelids flutter, her eyes roll back in her head for a moment, and he could tell the roofie he'd given her was beginning to take effect.

She wasn't sure if it was lack of oxygen or something else but she was starting to feel weird. She gasped loudly as he pulled her head up, his cock in his other hand as she took deep breaths of air. She groaned as he slapped her face with his hard wet cock, struggling to stay alert.

Vladimir used his grip on her to roll her over, roughly jerking her head around, and getting her on her back. He mounted her, straddling her chest above her tits, grabbing her head again and stuffing his cock into her mouth once again, pushing it down her throat, laughing that awful laugh as she gagged on him. He thrust into her mouth and down her throat, knocking her head against the headboard. She gagged loudly, her body writhing beneath him as she used her arms to try to get him off of her so she could take a breath.

He kept pumping his cock into her mouth and down her throat, unfazed by her attempts to push him away. He smiled down at her wickedly as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and she gasped for air. He got off her, leaving her in a heap on the bed. He pulled out his cell phone and spoke in Russian, then turned and smiled that awful smile at her. "Like I said, de fun iz just begun, little girl."

She closed her eyes, her head spinning as she heard the door opening. There were hands all over her, pulling her off of the bed. She couldn't stand on her own, strong arms holding her up, forcing her to walk out of the room and into the hotel hallway. She groaned, her head hanging down as they brought her into the elevator. Her legs started to give out and the men picked her up, carrying her into the parking lot. She struggled to get into the car, the hands still all over her as she got into the car, two large men sitting next to her.

She leaned her head onto one of the men's shoulders. She closed her eyes, the men taking her hands and wrapping her fingers around their shafts. Her hands moved slowly, her head spinning, fighting to stay alert. Andrea didn't know what was going on, where she was going, hoping it would all be over soon as she sucked each of the Russian's cocks as they fingered her pussy and ass. 

She stumbled as one of the men pulled her from the car, whimpering as one of the men put her over his shoulder and carried her into a building. She was fighting a losing battle to stay alert, her eyes closing as they opened another door, and put her down onto a bed that smelled terrible, the metal frame rusting and brittle. 

She didn't know if it was real or a nightmare, alertness fading in and out all night. Each time she woke though, she was being fucked in at least one hole by one or more of the big Russians. She groaned, and would slip away again. Eventually, she was becoming more alert, realizing it wasn't a nightmare, that it was really happening. She had no idea where she was, or how she got there. All she knew was she was being fucked, painfully hard in both her pussy and her ass. She couldn't tell how long it had been happening, but from the pain she felt, it had to have been a long time. She tried to move, to pull away but she found her arms and legs bound to the bed. 

She looked up and saw Vladimir standing over her as other men fucked her. They were all speaking Russian, smiling and laughing. She started to panic, her body tensing beneath them.

One of the men was underneath her, fucking her asshole, driving his cock into her as she lay on her back atop him, her arms and legs tied to the bed. Another Russian was on top of her, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. The men were grunting as they fucked her. 

Andrea tugged at her wrists, pulling at the restraints that were binding her to the bed. She whimpered as she became even more aware, her body bouncing with the thrusts of the man under and above her. 

"I told you dere was much fun to be had tonight," Vladimir said to her, standing over her, looking at her with that awful grin. He stood up and walked over to her, standing next to her, looking down at her. He unzipped his pants and pulled that big cock out again. "And vee are not done yet," he growled, and smacked her cheek with his cock again. 

She looked at Vladimir as he spoke to her, unzipping his pants. She turned her face away, clenching her teeth and jaw as he slapped her face with his cock. She pulled again at her arms and legs, trying desperately to get away, arching her back against the man below her as he thrust up, into her ass. She heard him say something to one of the men, both of them laughing as they fucked her, looking at her naked body.

The men laughed as she struggled helplessly against her restraints. The guy underneath her started thrusting harder, bucking underneath her, and in the next moment she could feel his dick spasming inside her, and she knew he was cumming up her ass. 

Once he finished firing his load inside her, he pulled out and got out from underneath her, leaving her on her back on the bed. Vladimir pushed away the guy who had been fucking her pussy, and took his place between her legs on the bed. He already had that monstrous cock out and ready, and he said something to the other men before he proceeded to slide that dick up inside her well-used cunt. 

She whimpered and her best to close her legs, but her ankles were tied wide apart and she had little success at keeping herself away from him as he thrust himself balls deep into her pussy. He fucked her hard, using long, powerful, deep thrusts. He held himself up over her with one arm and squeezed at her bare tits with his other hand. He bent down and sucked on one of her tits as he screwed her.

Her body writhed beneath him as he fucked her, hips lips moving to her tits, nibbling and sucking on one of her nipples. Her body ached with every thrust he made into her, her holes used and abused for how ever long this had gone on, she had no idea. It scared her that she couldn't remember anything from the last how ever many hours or days? She didn't know and now, she was in a strange apartment, tied up and surrounded by big Russian men.

Vladimir continued fucking her with his big hard cock, jamming it painfully up inside her with his every thrust. Andrea felt her eyes well with tears, her body trembling beneath Vladimir as he fucked her, his body slamming against hers with each painful thrust. Another of the Russians came over to the bed and mounted her at her tits, grabbing her head, trying to force his cock into her mouth. She turned her face away, keeping her mouth closed. She didn't see him bring his hand back to slap her, and cried out painfully as his hand hit across her face. While her mouth was open, he shoved his cock deep in her throat, catching her off guard. The men laughed as she choked, being forced to stop breathing mid-breath. 

She looked to the side of the bed and saw one of the men holding a camcorder. The red record light was illuminated, and she tried to beg him to turn it off, her pleas coming out as nothing more than gurgles around the cock stuffed deep in her mouth.

Vladimir continued fucking her pussy hard. His fingers started pinching her clit, hard. "Cum for Papa," she heard him growl. The guy fucking her face pulled his cock out, letting her gasp for air, and slapped her face again when she didn't respond to Vladimir. Her face was stained with tears again, her body writhing beneath the men as they fucked her. She felt her pussy contract around Vladimir's cock, her back arching. Despite the pain, confusion and humiliation she was experiencing she felt a growing need to cum, hoping it would all be over if she came.

The man on top of her stuffed his cock back into Andrea's mouth as her body bucked underneath him. Vladimir kept fucking her hard and tweaking her clit. He slowed down his fucking, burying his cock deep within her, and rubbed her clit back and forth hard. He could feel her pussy starting to contract and spasm around him, and her body started to buck against the restraints. He pulled his cock out of her, still rubbing her clit back and forth, and she suddenly felt something cold and round pressed against her thighs.

She moaned loudly as the man fucking her face pulled out. Her back arched, her hips bucking wildly as she squirted. She looked up, closing her mouth and eyes quickly as she saw the man above her jerking his cock, spewing ribbon after ribbon of thick white cum onto her face. She opened her eyes again to see Vladimir, holding a cup, what she had felt between her thighs, holding all of the cum she had squirted a moment ago. She shook her head, her eyes pleading with him as he poured it over her face and tits, the camera zooming in on her.

Her tits and face, belly and thighs were all covered in the Russians' jizz, actually, as they had all cum on her a couple of times over the course of the long night. They left her tied to the bed, filthy, a dirty, nasty, used whore, and they all left the room. She could hear glasses clinking together; the Russians were drinking again. 

Andrea whimpered as they all left the room, leaving her bound to the foul smelling bed. She looked down at her body, covered in their cum, and her own. She heard them in the next room, glasses clinking, their voices getting louder. She closed her eyes forcing herself to wake up from what she hoped was a horrible nightmare. It was useless though, she knew this was real, everything that has happened was real, even what had happened for how ever long it went on that she couldn't remember.

A while later she heard the front door open and close a couple of times. Finally, one of the Russians came back into the bedroom. He unfastened her bonds and handed her a towel and her clothes and a large wad of cash. It was all twenties. She slowly sat up, her head still feeling kind of funny.

The Russian pointed towards a door. "Izz batroom. Clean up. Vee go five minute," he said, lighting a cigarette, his eyes running over her naked body. 

She nodded and covered herself with the towel as she walked into the filthy bathroom, stepping into the shower. She turned it on, and found there was no hot water. She cleaned herself as best as she could and got out, drying herself and putting on her clothes. She put the cash in the bag she'd brought from Julie's house still not counting it, and walked into the main room of the apartment where the man sat in a chair waiting for her. "That video," she said, "what's gonna happen to it?" she asked nervously, standing in the center of the room.

The man snuffed out his cigarette as he stood up. "De video? Oh, Vladimir just like to keep dem for hiz own personal use," he said. "So, vere am I taking you tonight?" he asked her as they left the apartment, heading down the stairs and out the door. It was nighttime. When they got in the car the clock said it was nine o'clock, which meant she had been with Vladimir and the Russians for some twenty hours, assuming it was only the next day. The battery in her phone was dead, so she had no idea if anyone was looking for her, and she couldn't check the date on her phone. 

He drove her to the place she told him, getting out at an intersection about half a mile from her house and walking the rest of the way home, once the Russian's car was out of sight. "Call us anytime," he said as she got out of the car. "Even more fun next time, no?"

She walked home and went up to her room. She plugged in her phone to charge and pulled her hair into a messy bun. She looked at her phone, it had been nearly 24 hours and she could only remember a few of them. 

There was a text on her phone from Julie from the night before telling her to stay away from the Russians, along with some others from guys wanting to party. She pulled out her backpack and grabbed the cash the Russian had given her. She counted it three times to make sure she was right, she couldn't believe they'd given her a thousand dollars. She put it in her desk and locked the door, wishing she wasn't fighting with Julie so she could call her, and tell her what happened.

She went into her bathroom and took a decent shower, with hot water and soap. She got out, her body aching and tired as she walked back into her bedroom. She took a few advil and got into bed, falling asleep in a familiar place, safe in her house.

Back in the Confessional...

Tommy's mind reeled from everything she'd told him. The tape continued rolling. "Surely, my daughter, it is unfortunate what happened to you," he said. "But I do take it that you learned a lesson from that night? Or did you continue to sell your body?" he asked her from behind the screen. 

This dirt just got worse and worse! Tommy could turn off the recorder now and have more than enough to hold over her head and get her to do anything he wanted. But now... he had to get the whole story. He was intrigued. He wanted to know everything.

Andrea looked at the wooden frame of the screen as the priest on the other side spoke to her. "No father, I didn't learn from the obvious lesson that the night. I wish I had Father, really I do. But I had a thousand dollars and I needed a fix, which turned into a lot more than that."