0 comments/ 78343 views/ 13 favorites Mugged By: mustanger7up Driving back to my Hotel from a company meeting in Memphis, I had taken a wrong turn. Easy enough to do in a strange town, even easier in Memphis late at night. I drove around for blocks and it appeared I was hopelessly lost. My rental car started sputtering, "Now what?" I thought to myself, the lights on the car went out and it died. Well this is just great, here I am lost and tired and now this. I got my cell phone out and tried to call the rental company, the battery was dead Well, trouble always comes in Threes they say, I got out and started walking to find a pay phone. As I walked down the dark street I heard a group guys talking and making snide remarks as I went by them. I ignored them and kept walking. The next thing I know was I was waking up, my head hurting like hell, my wallet and everything else of value I had with me now history. I would still be out cold if it had not started to rain. I could barely stand, and I felt sick to my stomach when I walked up to the nearest house. Knocking on the door, I held myself up on the doors frame. An elderly black woman came and peeked out the curtain on it. Seeing the shape I was in she opened the door and ushered me inside. "Oh my, you poor man. What on Earth happened to you? This is not the kind of neighborhood for a white man to walk around at night in!" "I believe I was mugged ma'am, I was wondering if I could use your phone and call the Police." "Oh, I'm afraid that's not possible, I have no phone. And if you think that the Police would come to this neighborhood at night, your sadly mistaken." "Hmm, What am I going to do now?" I looked at my arm to check the time, my watch was gone! I looked on the wall and her clock said 1130 PM. Damn, I had been out for almost 2 hours. While I had been sitting on Mrs. Goodman's (I had learned from her) couch she had gone and gotten a pan with warm water, some antiseptic and bandages. She began to clean my wounds, I had some scrapes on my face from the fall and a large lump on the back of my head. "You poor, poor thing. This use to be a good neighborhood until these gangs moved in it. I don't know what we can do tonight for you, it's not safe to walk the streets as you found out. But your welcome to stay here, the couch isn't too uncomfortable, and I have plenty of blankets and pillows." "Thank you Mrs. Goodman. I really don't know how to thank you!" "Oh, call me Thelma, if your going to be my guest, we should at least be on a first name basis shouldn't we?" "Yes Ma'am I guess we should." I tried to laugh but it hurt my head so bad I couldn't. "And my name is Arnold, all my friends call me Arnie!" "Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you Arnie" she smiled, "Now why don't you take off that wet shirt and let me clean you up some." I didn't even try to feign embarrassment as I removed my wet shirt, and leaned back on the couch letting her tend to my wounds. As we talked I found out she was a widow, 76 years old and had been living alone for over 15 years. A small thin woman that wore her years well. She was extremely gentle as she cleaned me up, I had started to shiver from my cold wet pants. "Arnie, you take those wet things off and let me hang them to dry." I was in no shape or mood to argue and stood up and took my pants off, my underwear wet and showing everything I had to offer. She didn't turn away when I took the towel she offered me. I dried off and had to sit back, my head spinning. Thelma grabbed my arm, helping me sit. My eyes closed and I felt her hand go to my head and pulled it to her chest, laying on her breast. "Shhh! Shhh! You just lay back now, rest, shhh!" Her voice soft as she spoke to me, her braless breast even softer as my head rested on it. I felt her nipple on my cheek, and my dick started to get hard. I forgot I was sitting there in my wet underwear, my erection plainly showing through the thin material. She had me put my head in her lap and I swear I could smell the musky smell a woman gets when she is getting sexually excited. She began to rub my back, a light tickling motion, like when I was a child and my mother tickled my back to get me to take a nap. She continued to do that and running her fingertips down my side until I was almost asleep when I felt her hand on my erect dick. I opened my eyes in surprise, a 76 year old black woman had her hand on a 23 year old white man's hard dick. I didn't look up at her, it would hurt to badly to do so. Instead I looked at her small black hand as it moved on my dick. "Thelma, uh." "Shhh boy, Thelma knows how to make you feel better honey, You just lay there and rest for me." It felt so good as she rubbed me that I rolled slowly on my back. She moved from under my head and stood up, taking her hands in my underwear she pulled them off. "You don't need these wet things on, you could catch a cold!" I was now totally nude in front of an older woman, one old enough to have been my Grandmother, and she was wrapping her warm black hand around my cock. Thelma acted like it was the most natural thing in the world for her to be doing this to me. I lay still, if I moved, I hurt, so I lay there with my eyes closed as she jacked my hard thick cock off. She was good at it, I heard her going, "Mmmm!" as her warm hand worked up and down slowly, making sure that not one inch of it was missed. She then shocked me again when I felt her warm mouth on me. I jerked my head up to see if what I felt was true, it was a sad mistake, Sparks flew in my eyes as the pain hit me. I lay back slowly and just let whatever happened happen. I didn't wait long, Her mouth was soft and wet as she sucked me off, and her fingers tickled my hairy balls. I felt my hips instinctively move towards her mouth as she sucked. No pain, so I kept it up as Thelma's head moved faster. I peeked down and saw her hand was under her nightgown, and moving quite a bit. "Oh Thelma, damn woman, that feels wonderful." I told her feeling my headache leaving as she sucked my cock deeper in her mouth. Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock and jerked the exposed flesh under her mouth. I could not believe this was happening to me, a woman this age, I didn't think they ever thought about sex at her age. Boy was I wrong! She must have known I was going to cum soon because she stopped sucking me and I saw her stand up and pull her nightgown above her hips. She had no panties on and her bush was gray and the hair was sparse but noticeable. Her black pussy lips hung down about 2 inches. She slid one leg over my waist, I moved over to give her more room on the couch. Thelma put her hands on her pussy and held the long black pussy lips open as she sat down on me. She worked her thin hips trying to force my thick cock in a pussy that had not had a man in over 15 years in her. Finally she succeeded, she was tight and wet, another surprise for me. I lay there as she began to slowly fuck me, she moaned as it filled her completely. She got all of me in her and just sat there a couple of minutes, letting her unused pussy grow accustomed to my size. Then I felt her pussy start to move on me, very slowly she fucked me. Almost painfully slow, I could not believe how good she felt on my cock. Not at all what I had expected, I grabbed her thin hips and pulled her to my pelvis again filling her tight pussy up. She gasped as I hit the back of her womb, and ground her hips on me, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone. I let her fuck me and her hips began to move faster, I heard her hips creaking as she fucked me. I wanted to get on top of her but I knew it would only cause my head to hurt again, so I just enjoyed her pussy as it gripped my cock tightly. She kept this up for 15 minutes, fucking me slowly, every time I felt I was close to cumming she would go even slower or stop completely. It was as if she knew I was so close to orgasm that I was fixing to shoot my load, but she would stop. I knew she had cum at least once by her breathing, I was happy that she did. But I wanted to fill this old woman's hot tight black pussy up with my thick cum. Finally she let me know it was OK to cum. "Now Arnie, cum with me now. Fill old Thelma's puusy up with your love juice. Give me your hot thick, white boy's cum honey!" She didn't have to tell me twice, I held her hips tightly and pulled her to my cock. Her old pussy ground on my hard cock as she came and she came hard. "Oh, Oh, Now Arnie. Do it now!" I shot my load into her, hot thick stringy wads of my cum filled her pussy to overflowing as she fucked me. "Yes baby, Give old Thelma all your sweet cum baby. Let me have it all!" I know I had never cum so hard or so long before in my life, my balls kept pumping their thick load into her slick pussy. Her boney thin hand went to her crotch and she played with her clit, making her cum again as she worked her hips on me. She fell forward on me and kissed my cheek. "Thank you Arnie for letting an old woman fulfill her life long fantasy, and making it come true. I've always wanted to have sex with a white man just to see if it was as good as a black man. And to get one so young was just an added thrill for me. It was good honey, it surely was!" I lay there my whole body trembling as she got off me and went to her room. I covered up and rolled on my side, looking on the floor I saw a glob of my cum where it had dripped from her pussy. I smiled and fell asleep quickly, finally getting the rest my body craved. I had a dreamless sleep and upon waking saw Thelma sitting in her chair across from me, watching me sleep. She smiled at me when I opened my eyes and had the lost look you have when waking in a strange place. "Good Morning Arnie, I hope you slept well. How do you feel today?" I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, then remembering what had happened the night before, I rubbed the knot on my head. It was still there, but my head didn't hurt. "I think you had the right medicine for me last night Thelma! I feel pretty good. Thank You very much Thelma" "That's fine Arnie, I'm happy to have helped you. I can go next door in a minute and use their phone to call someone for you." "Perhaps later if you don't mind Thelma. I think there is something I should do for you first though." "Well Arnie what in the world should you have to do for me?" "Come here and find out!" Thelma is not your typical older woman, she most defiantly wore her age well. She looked more like a young 60's than her 76 years, and as I got a better look at her today in the light, I could see that her small breasts hung just the right amount, not totally flat like I would have expected, but she still had a nice rack on her with the dark black nipples in her light gown pointing upwards. She rose from the chair and walked over to my side, I slid my hand under her gown and grasped at her pussy, cupping it with my palm. She gave a sigh as my warm hand covered her pussy, the width of my palm fitting the gap she had between her thighs perfectly. No fat on this woman, nothing to hinder my attempt to get to that hot tight pussy that I had enjoyed last night. I was still nude and wanted to her be that way also, "Take off your gown for me Thelma." She did not hesitate, I saw her lower body coming into view as she pulled the gown over her head. I could count her ribs as they came into my sight, then the lower portions of her breasts. As the dark nipples were exposed the thick nipples on them had my cock rising to the occasion, Thelma looked at the lump showing under the covers, her eyes brightened and a smile crossed her face. "Stand there a minute for me Thelma, I want to look at you!" She seemed to blush at my attention to her as I stared at her body. I took the covers off me and jacked my dick off slowly, letting her watch as it jerked in my hands at my excitement. "Come here." I told her and she started to sit on me as she had last night. "No, not there, sit here." and I pointed to my lips. She could not believe that I really wanted her to sit on my face until I pulled her to my face and told her to sit on it again. She held her tiny body up on the arm of the couch as my tongue licked her slit, it only took a moment for her to become dripping wet as my tongue touched her clit. Her hips shook and I couldn't tell if it was from the strain of holding herself up or the extreme pleasure she was receiving. The musky smell of her hot pussy overwhelmed my senses as I licked her inner lips, the outer lips as black as night and the inside of her pink as a rose. I held her pussy open with my fingers as I fucked her with my face. She only took a few moments before I felt her start to cum. "Oh Arnie, yes baby, lick Old Thelma's pussy boy. Make me feel good honey. Oh, Oh yes baby lick it there, right there honey!' And she came on my face. Her wetness flooding my face when she came and her hips bucking against my chin. Thelma's clit grew as it throbbed and I put my lips around it and pulled at the hot nub with them. My hands on her tight small ass pulling her pussy to my face trying to smother me with her dark pussy. When she had her second orgasm I pulled her off my face and laid her on her back. I held her thin legs open wide, looking at the pink wetness of her old pussy I took my cock, aimed it at her hole and slid it in. My weight held up on my outstretched arms, I watched as I fucked her. The contrast between my white cock sliding in and being hid by her black pussy had to be one of the most exciting sights I had ever seen. When I pulled it back to where just the head was in her I saw my cock glisten with her pussy juices. I fucked her slowly, like she had me last night, her pussy gripped my hard cock as it slid into her nether regions. I ground my pelvis on her clit when I was fully in her and heard her moan as it made contact on it. Her thin legs wrapped around my waist trying to pull my thick cock even deeper in her, I leaned my head down and nibbled her ear then stuck my tongue in it. She came as I fucked her hot tight pussy with my dick and her ear with my tongue. Her pussy grasped at me and I felt the cum building in my hairy and heavily loaded balls. "Oh Arnie its been so long since I've had a man in me. You feel so damn good. You make me feel so good, use that cock in me baby, make me cum again at least once more baby." How could I deny her request? For all I know this could be the last time she might ever have a man inside her. I wanted it to be as good for her as it was for me. And I had no complaints. "Play with your pussy for me Thelma, rub your clit for me!" Her wrinkled thin black hand went to her pussy and I saw her middle finger as it rubbed the thick nub of her clit, her hips bucked when she touched it. I slid into her and made tight circles on her hand with my pelvis, my cock as deep in her as I could make it go. She came again, not making a sound as she did, her whole body just trembled as she came. Her breath coming in gasps and her hips bucking towards mine. I could stand it no longer and I felt my cum as it started its journey to its exit. I pulled out of her wet pussy watching her finger as it worked her clit and shot my creamy white cum on her dark black skin. It hit halfway up to her tits as it shot out spurt after spurt I shot. Filling her belly button as it slowed its spurting down and matted her pubic hair with its goo. She ran her hands all over it, smearing it on her black body making it shine with my spunk. She then put her hand to her mouth and licked the palm, giving a deep sigh as she tasted it. I got off her and she went to wash up, then she went next door to use the phone I went in and washed off the nights and this mornings sweat and smell of sex off me. Thelma was right about the Police, it took them 45 minutes to get there, and it was broad daylight. We sat on her couch and talked like old friends as we waited on them. Her hand on my dick giving it a squeeze now and then and my arm around her shoulder. The cops took down the info, I knew I would ever see any of my things again, and I got a cab to take me by the rental car. Not much left of it either, no tires, windows and it looked as if most the motor was gone too. I went to the hospital to get checked out and new bandages, I was fine. The Head nurse was an older black woman and sweet as good be. I found myself getting another hard on as I watched her bend over! Authors Note: This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) Mugged It was a Friday evening and I didn't have any specific plans for the night. Apart from some shopping, that is. I'd gone to the fridge to make some dinner and came away empty handed. Ditto the freezer and the pantry. While it's a good idea to run your stocks down occasionally, making sure things don't go past their use-by date, it's an even better idea to make sure you reload your deleted stocks. I'd been meaning to, just hadn't actually done it. So I drove down to the mall. First things first, I went to the food court and ate. Then I went shopping for food and other essentials, like beer. Trolley stacked and paid for I headed back to my van. As per normal for a Friday evening the car-park was a little crowded. I'd had to park down in the bowels of the building and it was quite a walk back to my car. I was a little surprised to see a young lady hanging around where I'd left my car. If the young lady had been walking briskly towards the lifts or, alternatively, walking towards her vehicle, it would have been no surprise, but to just linger around down here? It made no sense. Getting closer I could see that the young lady was dressed for a night out. Very attractive she looked, definitely not a hooker looking for a score. Her attention was focused on me as I approached, and I think I recognised her. "Hi, Danny," she said, smiling happily. "Hi, yourself, Anne," I said, memory clicking in. I had seen her around and been introduced to her somewhere but she'd just looked at me and wiped me as not worth knowing. You can understand why she didn't really stick in my memory. "Stocking up on your groceries?" she observed. "I am," I agreed. "You look as though you're heading for a night out." "I am," she parroted, smiling, "just as soon as I resolve my current financial embarrassment." Really? And exactly how did I fit into her plans? There was no way she was going to proposition me in a car-park. (Or elsewhere, for that matter, I suspected.) I raised an interrogating eyebrow, an expectant look on my face. "I thought you might like to lend me fifty. It's for a good cause. Me," she said brightly. "No," I said thoughtfully. "I don't think I do." "Of course you do," she said, still smiling. "You will get it back. Sometime." "Sometime, like in today, tomorrow, sometime, never?" "That's right. But it's only fifty. You won't even miss it." "Uh-huh, but it's my fifty," I said, taking a quick step to the side. If you're planning on a mugging don't stand where your accomplice is reflected in the car windows behind you. I could see another young lady stepping quietly up from behind, reaching for my neck. I don't know what she intended but I didn't think I'd like it. Hence the sudden side step. A hand shot past me, accompanied by a rude word. My hand caught the wrist of my assailant before it could withdraw. She was holding one of those contact stun-guns, the operative word being was. I squeezed her wrist tightly and extracted the gun from her hand. "How do these work?" I asked Anne, smiling. "Do you just push the button and touch someone, like this?" From the way Anne gave a choked little sound and flopped to the ground the answer was yes. I turned and smiled at the young lady I was holding and let her go, zapping her at the same time. Not quite the same time. I did get my hand clear before I zapped. I didn't want to zap myself as well. I now had two zapped girls lying at my feet. What a tragedy. Fortunately for me the girls had waylaid me right next to my van. I opened the side door and started loading. One should always prioritize. My groceries weren't going anywhere. The young ladies, however, were quite capable of regaining their senses and bolting. Not wanting to be continually zapping them I chose another method of getting them under control. I stripped them and tossed their clothes into the van. It didn't take much doing as all they had on were their party dresses and undies. That done I stared loading my groceries. I did take the time to rearrange some of the groceries so that I had a free bag. I stuffed their clothes into that and tossed it into the front of the van. I'd been right about the effects of the stun-gun. Both girls were staggering to their feet before I'd finished loading the groceries. It took a few more moments before they were capable of coherent speech, and even more time before they finished swearing at me. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at," Anne finally managed to ask me. "Putting my groceries in the car and going home," I said casually. "Give us out clothes, you perverted bastard," she shrieked. "Ah, I'd quieten down a little if I were you," I advised her. "Do you really want witnesses to your current state?" Both girls hastily looked around and then moved next to the van, giving themselves some cover. "All right," hissed Anne. "Just give us our clothes and we'll forget about this." "Who's your friend?" "Her name's Moira," snapped Anne. "Our clothes!" "Hullo, Moira," I said politely. "Sorry to have to meet like this but it is nice to see you. Very nice," I added, looking her over, while she blushed and tried to hide behind her hands. "Well, it's been interesting, but I have to get home," I observed. "I'll just leave you two here. Bye." I opened the driver's door to sounds of protest. "Ah, of course, your clothes and things. I'll leave them with the security guy at the mall entrance. Just go and ask him for them." "What? Wait! You can't drive off and leave us like this." "Actually, I can," I told them. "You idiots tried to mug me. As far as I'm concerned you have it coming. You're lucky I don't just call the cops to come and pick you up. Now there's an idea." I took out my phone and dialled the weather. "Ah, police, please," I said as the girls tried to reach for the phone. "Ah, hullo. I'd like to report two naked women running around the car-park." The girls were almost hysterical by this stage. I held the phone away from my ear and glared at them. "Do you mind? I can barely hear the weather forecast with you two yammering away like that." Wow. Moira certainly knew some rude words. Anne was so furious she was just speechless. "I'll tell you what," I said. "If you prefer it, you can hop in the back of the van and we'll go back to my place and discuss this whole thing in more detail. You can sit on the side bench. Don't forget the seat-belts." There was a lot of indignant muttering but both the young women scrambled into the van and took a seat. I saw them eyeing the groceries. "Sorry, girls, but your clothes are not with the groceries. You'll just have to wait. You can spend the time hoping I don't get pulled over by the cops." Both girls looked a little uncomfortable at the thought of me being pulled over by the cops while they were in the van. They didn't seem to like the idea. I thought it would be hilarious. (True, I might have got into some trouble, but the girls had started it.) There were no problems. I drove straight home and into my garage, pressing the remote control to drop the doors as soon as I was in. I opened the van side-door and grabbed a couple of bags of groceries. "Bring the rest of those in with you," I told the girls, heading into the house. Apart from some standard grumbling the girls did as they were told, following me into the house, groceries in hand. I went straight through to the kitchen and started putting the groceries behind. The girls followed on behind, bitching to each other about me. "Can't these things wait?" asked Moira. "Not really," I told her. "I don't want the frozen things to thaw out. It won't take long." It seemed to me that if they were really feeling embarrassed about their lack of attire then they'd at least have darted into a bedroom of bathroom to grab a towel to wrap around themselves. Maybe they were getting used to being nude. As soon as I'd finished putting my things away Anne turned on me. "If you don't mind, now that you've finished stuffing around we'd like our things back." "Anne," I said, still smiling, "just because I've been smiling and stirring you up doesn't mean I'm happy about what happened. As far as I'm concerned you two bitches tried to violently mug me, intending to steal my wallet and probably my phone as well. Quite frankly I'm furious. Why the hell I didn't just call the cops and hand you over I don't know. And you seriously expect me to just give you your clothes and wave bye-bye without extracting some retribution. Dream on, bitch. You're in deep shit." As you may have guessed, I might have been smiling but it wasn't a very nice smile, and there was no semblance of a smile in my tone. Moira picked up the vibes very fast. "Ah, what do you intend doing," she asked nervously, and I could see she was imagining rape. "What I'd like to do and what I intend to do are two different things. What I'd like to do is to drag the pair of you into my bedroom and demonstrate how an angry man disciplines a woman. What I will have to settle for is putting the pair of you over my knee and warming your bottoms. You may go clubbing afterwards but you'll be doing it standing up all night." Anne snorted a laugh. "Do you seriously think we're going to let you do that?" she asked. "Yes, I seriously do," I said. "Point one, I can take this stun-gun to the cops and file an official complaint. I'm sure they can trace ownership of it easily enough. Plus your fingerprints are probably on the battery, which would be hard to explain away. Point two, when I pretended to phone the cops earlier I turned on my phone video camera. I have some lovely film of you two naked. How would you like that to turn up on Facebook, with a commentary about the circumstances?" Anne looked furious while Moira looked appalled. "If we agree to the spanking you'll give us our clothes and permit us to leave?" Anne asked, her voice trembling slightly. (That trembling was from rage, not fear.) "Reluctantly, but yes." The two young women looked at each other and then Anne nodded her head once. Moira seemed to sag slightly but nodded hers in return. "All right," snapped Anne. "We don't seem to have much choice. You can spank Moira first." "Correct, you don't have much choice. However, I have already decided to spank you first. I'm afraid you'll have to humour me." I pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and sat on it, smiling. I made a sweeping flourish with my hand, indicating that Anne should take a prominent position. I was quite certain that Anne should have been arrested for her thoughts but there's never a cop around when you need one. She did come over and bend over my knee though, her eyes spitting fire at me. Then she was examining the floor and her bottom was very nicely placed for my attentions. Her legs, I noticed were held tightly together. I'm not sure why, I'd already seen everything she had. I brought my hand down hard on her bottom. I wasn't mucking about. I was still pissed at the stunt they'd tried to pull and as far as I was concerned she was getting off lightly. She had apparently decided to tough it out, and didn't let out a peep, apart from a slight gasp. I settled down to giving her a decent spanking, varying my action enough so that Anne never had time to really brace herself for the next spank, not knowing when or where it would fall. Her stoicism didn't last. By the fifth spank she was squeaking and by the tenth protesting and wailing that it hurt. I stopped for a moment at that. "Of course it hurts, you silly bitch," I snapped at her. "It's supposed to. It's a punishment, remember. I'm trying to show you why mugging people is a bad idea. And as far as I'm concerned you're getting off lightly." With that I resumed the spanking, quite happy to turn her bottom a nice bright red. I might point out I was not brutalising her. Redness and a lot of smarting, but no real bruising, was my intention. A good spanking is as much psychological as physical, and Anne was delivering a lot of the punishment on herself via her own imagination. I did manage to reduce her to tears though, and I was amused to see her legs drift apart, trying to entice me away from the spanking. I finished up by reaching around and cupping Anne's breast, lifting her. She hastily scrambled up to her feet, backing away from me. She was still angry but she was also somewhat scared now. It takes some people a bit of time to realise that they're in the shit and there isn't a lifeboat handy. "You may, if you wish, get dressed now, while I deal with Moira," I told Anne, "or you can stand there and give her sympathy and sisterhood, for all I care." I looked over at Moira who was looking pale and slightly sick. She already knew that she was in deep shit. She swallowed nervously, edging over to me. I had Anne marked down as being as tough as nails. Moira I wasn't so sure of. My impression was that Anne had swept her away and she was a little out of her depth and unhappy with it. At least, I'm damn sure she was unhappy about the spanking part of it. When she bent over my knee she wasn't send me killer looks, more pleading looks. I gave a little shrug, sort of indicating that she'd brought it on herself. She settled easily over my knee and I noticed one difference between her and Anne right away. Moira's legs were already parted, her pussy on display. Anne, I noticed, was wasting no time in getting dressed, while keeping one eye on me. She seemed just a trifle nervous, as though I might suddenly pounce again. I winked at her and she glared. Turning my attention back to Moira I delivered her first spank. A lot lighter than the first spank that Anne got, but it got a lot more reaction. Moira almost jumped off my knee, squealing. A couple more spanks, slightly harder, and she settled down, still squealing and protesting. I slid my spare hand from the small of her back to the richness of one full breast, cupping and squeezing slightly. She gave a little jolt and her squealing and protesting shut off as though I'd slapped a gag on her. Observing her mound, I was prepared to swear that it was moving, swelling slightly. Yes, it was. Her labia were getting puffy and parting slightly, being pushed apart by her inner lips also swelling. I brought my hand down for another spank, but this one landed on her mound, cupping it neatly. Moira jumped a little but didn't let out a peep. From that point on I spent as much time delivering stinging little slaps to her pussy as I did to her bottom, without a word of protest. I was actually thinking my hand was making a faint splashing sound when it connected with her pussy. I finally flicked Moira back onto her feet. She was breathing hard, face flushed, breast heaving, nipples pointing, mouth slight open, tongue just showing between her lips. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" I said. Moira just nodded, looking at me. "Are you sorry for it?" I asked, speaking softly. Moira nodded again, not taking her eyes off me. I stood up. "Then come along with me," I told her, "and you can show me how sorry you are." "Wait a minute," cried Anne. "You said we could get dressed and go after you spanked us." "You can," I told her. "The door's over there. No-one's stopping you from walking through it." "But what about Moira?" "What about her? She's been a bad girl and wants to apologise in her own fashion. So if you'll excuse us." I turned and strolled down to my bedroom, Moira walking obediently beside me. I opened the door to my bedroom and she didn't even hesitate, walking straight over to the bed. Moving over the bed I pulled the covers back, holding up a finger to stop Moira when she would have climbed on. I stripped quickly and got on the bed myself. "Show me how sorry you are," I said softly. Moira was almost glowing as she scrambled onto the bed. I lay there waiting, wondering just what she would do. I wasn't left wondering long. She knelt next to me, leaned over, and her mouth settled upon me. Ye gods and little fishes, she must have practiced to get that good. Her mouth was wet and warm, her tongue tantalising, her teeth rasping lightly over the head of my cock as she played with me. (It's nerve-wracking, feeling those teeth. One can't help but wonder what would happen if she bit down.) She stirred me up, building on my arousal, my excitement. I was acutely aware of my erection, it felt enormous. When she lifted her head away I almost swore. Not that I was to be disappointed. She moved to straddle me, lying on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. Then she moved, pushing herself down slightly until the head of my erection was pressing against her pussy. "I'm sorry," she said softly, slowly easing herself onto me. "Please forgive me. I'll never do it again." I desperately hoped she was talking about the mugging, not the sex. Her talent was too good not to be encouraged. A few more wriggles of her bottom and my erection was firmly in place. That's when Anne came barging into the room. "You rotten swine," she hissed at me. "You said you weren't going to rape us." I looked at her and then looked at Moira, on top of me and in full charge of what was going on. I laughed and ignored Anne. Moira didn't seem to notice Anne was in the room or, if she did, she didn't care. She knew what she wanted and she was in the process of getting it. Have you heard of twerking? I'm sure you have. Moira was proving surprisingly adept at it, sliding up and down my pole with magnificent aplomb, taking her pleasure and delivering mine. To this point I hadn't even had to start moving, happy to let her handle the details. That quiescence on my part didn't last. I started driving up to meet Moira as she bounced on me, letting her know how much I appreciated her. We kept going, the speed of our meeting slowly increasing, passion running away with both of us. I was quite surprised when Moira came first, flinging her head back and yowling as her climax hit her, her vagina clamping around me, desperate to milk me. No problems there, not on my part. The squeeze she gave was all I needed to set me free, my balls feeling liberated as they gave their all. Moira sagged onto me, holding me. I held her for a few moments, hearing Anne yammering away in the background. Finally I gave Moira a slap on the bottom. "Go and have a shower and get dressed," I told her. "Behind that door is the en suite. Now scoot." Moira obediently detached herself from me and headed off for her shower. A sweet little natural sub if I've ever met one. I wondered if Anne had known that about her. I turned to face Anne. "What is your problem?" I asked her. "I said I'd let you get dressed and there you are, dressed. Moira had the same option but chose to apologise a little more personally. Her decision, not yours, so just let it go. Anyone would think you were jealous." Anne shut up, but her silence shouted a lot of things at me. "When Moira is dressed," I said, "you are both free to leave. If you can keep a civil tongue in your head I might even go so far as to drive you back to the mall." Anne just could let things lie. "You tricked her. You made her have sex with you. That's just the same as rape." "Bullshit," I snapped. "I had no idea that she was a sub and would want to have sex after being spanked. She would have known and she agreed to the spanking anyway. If you knew she was a sub then you should have warned me, not that that would have stopped me." "She wasn't herself," protested Anne. "You should have backed off. She may have agreed but I still think it was rape." "The way she jumped on me you could be right, but I'm not complaining. It seems to me that you're obsessed with rape. Rape is when I bend you over the end of the bed, pull down your panties, and stick my cock in you while you're going, 'No, no, no. Don't stick that thing in me'. Do you want to try it?" Mugged "You wouldn't dare," Anne said, glaring at me but also looking slightly nervous. "I would dare," I returned, "but not right now. It may take me a little while to recharge my batteries, but don't be discouraged. There's plenty of time. Um, tell me, would you prefer me to bend you backwards over the bed so you can see me enter you? Then you'd know exactly when to start saying, no, no, no." About then Moira came out of the shower, looking for her clothes. "If you'll excuse me," I said, "I'll just have a shower myself before running you back to the mall. We can discuss my raping you later." Anne just glared but Moira looked surprised. "What are you on about?" she asked me. "Oh, Anne wants to be raped," I explained, "but isn't sure how she wants it to happen. Why don't you think up an interesting scenario for her?" I went to have my shower, leaving Anne spluttering and Moira laughing. After I'd showered and dressed I ushered the young ladies out to the van and we headed off to the mall. Half way there I pulled by the side of the road. "OK, girls. If you look out the window you'll see we're parked opposite a row of shops and that there are a number of people outside. You can see them but, as it's dark in the van, they can't see in. They will of course, hear you if you scream or call out." The two girls looked out the window, seeing things were as I said. "And this interests us because?" asked Anne, making a little circular gesture with her hand to say give us more information. "This lets you know that if you have a problem you can call for help," I explained. I slipped between the driver's and passenger's seats and into the back of the van. "For instance," I added, taking Anne's arm and drawing her away from her seat, "if I make you kneel on the floor right here and pull down your panties you will have the choice of being raped or screaming for help." Suiting actions to words I was encouraging Anne down onto all fours. She was finding that I was a lot stronger than I looked. Holding her there with one hand on her back I pushed her dress up, revealing her panties. "So, what's it going to be?" I rubbed her pussy through her panties. "Are you going to protest and cry out or do I pull these down and rape you." "You wouldn't," said Anne, and then she gave a little squeak as I pushed her panties down. "You can't do this," she protested, while I now casually massaged her now bare pussy. I slipped a couple of fingers inside her slit, not being totally surprised to find that she was wet. "I could, and I'd enjoy it," I told her, letting her go and moving back to the driver's seat. "Just not right now. We'll leave it until later." I continued the drive to the mall, Moira giggling again and Anne continuing to splutter in fury. (Or frustration. A pretty close call on which it was.) On arriving at the mall I didn't just drop the girls at the front entrance. I continued back down to the buildings bowels to park, picking a reasonably secluded spot. "OK, girls, we're here. Two things before you go. First, I'm keeping the stun-gun. I suggest you grow up a bit before you get another one. However, I'm not going to steal it. I know what they cost so I'll let you have fifty for it. That's a generous price, seeing how it's second hand." "Only been used twice," muttered Moira, a smirk on her face. "Quite," I agreed, pulling out my wallet and handing Moira the fifty. "The second item, could you please take your clothes off now, Anne? I'm ready to force myself upon you but I don't want to have to go to all the trouble of stripping your things off." "You don't seriously think I'm going to get undressed so that you can rape me?" asked Anne. "Yes. Why not? It will be a lot easier for both of us if you take off your own clothes." "But if Anne takes off her own clothes, knowing you're going to have sex with her then it's not rape, is it?" asked Moira, sounding confused. "It is if we both agree that it is," I told her. "Do you want me to have sex with you, Anne?" "Are you crazy? No, I don't!" "There, you see? She doesn't want to have sex with me so when I take her it will be rape. Ah, I'm still waiting, Anne." Some women take so long getting undressed. "Colour me confused," muttered Moira. "Why are you going to rape her?" "Because she's expecting me to. That's your fault. Ever since she saw you jumping me she's been aroused and waiting for me to jump her. I'm just trying to live up to her expectations." "So if she doesn't get undressed, what happens?" "That's a non-issue. She's going to get undressed just to prove to us that she's not scared to, and because she doesn't really believe that I'll do it." "Forget it, Anne," said Moira with a sigh. "He's just baiting you. He's not going to touch you unless you get undressed. Let's just walk away." I gave Anne a big derisive smile. Run, little rabbit, run, said that smile, and Anne knew it. She gave me a furious look and started stripping. It hadn't taken me long to undress her at the start of this little contretemps, it took her even less time. Then she smirked at me, a real, I dare you, smirk. I moved into the back of the van, smiling. "Hands and knees, there's a good girl," I said softly. "In your dreams," came the snippy reply. I reached out and put a hand behind her head while my other hand cupped her chin. Did you know that if you hold someone's head this way you can move them around very easily? Where the head goes, the body follows. I just moved her head forward and down and Anne was on hands and knees in no time flat, swearing. I rested one hand on her back and the other slipped over her bottom, seeking the core of her being. My oh my. She was hot and wet, fully aroused, ready and waiting, and we both knew it. "What are you doing? You're not really going to have sex with me are you?" "Um, Anne, his cock is out and pointing in your direction," Moira told her. "If you think he's bluffing just wait for a couple of seconds." Anne found out for herself when my cock pressed against her lips, coaxing them to move aside. "No, no, no," Anne started, and broke of, swearing, when she heard me saying the same thing. "Oh, fuck you," she said, at the same time pushing herself firmly back against my cock. "That is my intention," I admitted, pushing happily into her, feeling her taking me and closing around me. Anne had mouthed her formal objection, or started to, anyway. Now she capitulated, suffering being raped with a great deal of enthusiasm. I took her hard, arms around her and hands on her breasts, not so much holding them as mauling them, feeling them, massaging them, squeezing them and generally having fun with them. At the same time my cock was not backward about getting into the action. I drove into her repeatedly, her bottom bobbing up and down as she pushed to meet me, taking me into herself as deep as she could with each thrust. She was rather a vocal lover, gasping and grunting with the efforts she was putting in, her enthusiasm plain in her every action. A quick glance at Moira showed her with an odd look on her face. I'm not sure exactly what that look meant but she did seem to be getting quite a bit of satisfaction out of seeing Anne being taken, possibly a little smug revenge from having had Anne watching her earlier. The trouble with a really frenetic bout of sex is that it winds up too soon. Neither you nor your partner can stand the pace without getting some relief, resulting in some rather rapid climaxes. That's what happened now. I found myself revving up long before I wanted to, climaxing and ramming home hard. I was just born lucky, I guess, that Anne also came at the same time. It certainly wasn't due to any skill on my part. Anne barely took time to draw her breath after we'd finished when she started on me. "Damn it, Danny," she snapped, "If you'd done that at your place I could have had a shower. Now look at me. I'm all sweaty and sticky and I'm supposed to get dressed like this? You are so inconsiderate." "Anne, love, if you like, I have a packet of wet tissues here. You can clean yourself up with no problems. If you really need a shower I can drive you back to my place." "You can have a shower in the family room in the mall," pointed out Moira. "Fine. I'll just walk in there like this, carrying my clothes in a bag." I got back in the driver's seat and started the engine. "I am going back home," I told them. "You can clean up and hop out or you can stay in the van and come back to my place. Your choice." "Um, if we come back to your place so Anne can have a shower will you drive us back here afterwards?" "Possibly. Mind you, while Anne is having a shower I'll be taking your clothes off and playing with you, but if you're fine with that. . ." "Oh, just go," snapped Anne. "I feel disgusting. I need that shower." I engaged the gears and started back towards home. "Tell me, Moira, what do you think of the idea of us taking Anne and tying her to the bed after she's showered and playing with her." "What if she objects?" "Do we care?" "You are such comedians," growled Anne. Comedians? Does she think I'm joking? Muggy Nights I walk him to his car. He's the last one to leave my impromptu birthday party; really more of an excuse for friends to get together and watch a few movies and eat unwise amounts of junk food than an actual birthday celebration. But I don't mind, I had a good time regardless. It's late May, and we can all see the end approaching, the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel; summer break along with its beach vacations and crazy nights was coming. The festive atmosphere had really encouraged everyone to let loose. I'm hyper aware of his warm body just inches from mine and I wonder absently, as we walk impossibly slow down the sidewalk, if he's just as physically aware of me. As we near the goal our pace somehow slows even further until we come to a complete stop, a foot or two from his car and just out of the harsh full on glare of the street lamp. The fireflies twinkle around us as I glance up uncertainly, not sure of his intentions, but his face shows that his mind is wandering off somewhere. I go into panic mode in my mind as I flash through a million stupid things that he could be thinking of right now. Like whether or not I came on too hard tonight, or if he thought that last joke I told was stupid. But all he does is lean my way with his arms open—the universal invitation to hug. Pleasantly surprised, I quickly step into the warm circle and wrap my own arms around his broad shoulders, a little taken back at how far up I have to reach. For a few moments I just revel in the feeling of his body pressed up against mine and the lingering hint of some manly cologne that had survived the long night. "Happy birthday Julie," he whispers in my ear. The warm breath that rushes over the sensitive skin of my neck makes me shiver involuntarily and his arms tighten around me in response. "Thanks Owen, I had a great time tonight..." I debate furiously with myself whether or not to add "with you" onto my sentence but by the time I decide it's already too late and the moment is gone. His hands come off of my back, and I take a step back thinking that the hug is over, but his hands come to rest on my wrists and grasp them loosely. I stop mid-step and hold my body very still, as if one wrong move could shatter this delicate moment unfolding in the sultry night. His fingers continue the journey up, lightly skimming up my arms and raising goose bumps in their wake despite the muggy air that flows around us. His hands stop on my shoulders, and when I finally gather the courage to look up into his face he's already looking at me. He seems to be searching my face for a silent answer to an unasked question, and I have to fight the almost irresistible urge to look away as I feel the inevitable blush creeping up my neck and cheeks. I can see the question forming hesitantly on his lips, the conflict in his eyes as he decides whether or not to ask it. But then his face smoothes out and all that's left is steely resolve; he leans in. I watch as his soft brown eyes, usually filled with laughter, slide close. The dim flickering light reflects over the soft curve of his eyelid. Even as I study his face I can feel my own eyes closing, my head tilting upwards in sweet response. The first kiss is teasing, a quick brush of his lips against mine. Feather light and terribly cute, but the contact awakens something in me; I'm after something more. I tighten the arm I've sneaked around his neck and pull his face down to my level. I follow the curve of his lower lip with my tongue and end it with a playful nip of my teeth. I feel him jump a little in my arms and his mouth opens ever so slightly in surprise. I tentatively slip the tip of my tongue into the gap, seeking a playmate. I lick the tip of his tongue, and it's like a spark of static shock. It sends a wave of heat down through my body as I subconsciously step even closer into him. "Mmm, Cathy..." is the last thing he says before beginning to earnestly fight my tongue for dominance. His hand travels up the curve of my back before gripping the back of my head, tilting it to get a better angle. His fingertips dig roughly into my scalp and I let out a low moan into his mouth. At the sound, the arm around my upper back slides down to cradle my hips, and he pulls me flush against him. The rough waist band of his jeans is rubbing against the exposed strip of flesh right above my shorts, and it's driving me crazy. When his tongue does a particularly wicked maneuver in my mouth I start to subconsciously grind against him, hand coming up to run through his thick silky hair. There's an urgency now that wasn't there before. The battle in our mouths is becoming more frantic. Suddenly reality hits and I'm ripped from this seductive haze. We're in the middle of the street on a well used college road with dorms on either side. While not well lit, the street lamp still renders everything pretty visible. Inexplicably shy even after that bone melting kiss, I can't meet his eyes as I hesitantly ask my question. "Would you... like to come back in?" The silence grows longer and longer, and right as I'm about to blurt out an awkward goodnight and make a run for it, a callused hand seeks out mine to intertwine our fingers. I look up and his smile reaches all the way to his eyes which are hooded over with more than a bit of lust. "I was hoping you would ask." His voice has dropped a whole octave and is just a rumble in his chest, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver through me. Still holding hands, it's all I can do from sprinting headlong back to my dorm room, dragging him along with me. Instead, I just set a brisk walk that his long legs enable him to match effortlessly. *A little something I've been working on. Just putting it out there. To be continued? *