11 comments/ 184152 views/ 57 favorites Taken By Force By: Pussyrider My name's Karen Duthie. For the record – I know people are interested in this sort of thing – I'm 37 years old, five-feet-five tall, with short brown hair, hazel eyes, a reasonably pretty face, B-cup knockers, and a trim body thanks to 10 hours a week in the gym. I'm a staff trainer with a large company, based in London, but with offices in other major cities around Britain. I recently had to travel to Newcastle-upon-Tyne to train the staff there in a new IT software package we've installed. I expected the trip to be entirely routine, but it turned out to be anything but. My colleague Julie was accompanying me on the trip. She's several years younger than me and, in my personal view, a bit of an airhead. We get on, but we're certainly not close friends. I had planned to fly to the North East, but Julie's terrified of flying, so we agreed to take a company car and share the driving for the 290 mile trip. Julie was to take the first half, then I'd take over. The first part of the plan went fine, except for my colleague's insistence on having the radio on. I'd have been happy with a news station, but she insisted on Radio One, a steady diet of inane pop music (accompanied by Julie's tuneless warbling) mixed with moronic prattling by DJs. By the time we got to the motorway service station where we'd agreed to have lunch I was more than ready for a break. The meal was better than I'd have expected from one of those places, but that's where the trouble started. Having done her stint of the driving, Julie decided to have a couple of glasses of wine with her lunch. Then, when we got back to the car, I found she'd treated herself to a couple of bottles of alcopop – some sort of rum and cola mix I think – which she proceeded to swig for the rest of the journey. At least I got to switch the radio off, but then I had to put up with Julie's dull conversation about TV reality shows and God knows what else. Suffice to say, by the time we neared Newcastle Julie was fairly pissed, and I was thoroughly pissed off. In a harassed moment I had stupidly agreed to let Julie book our accommodation, and the moment she told me we were heading for somewhere called the Jolly Welcome Inn my heart fell. You know how this works: if a housing estate is called Golden Meadows you just know it's going to look like a war zone two minutes after a major bombing offensive. We get a good financial allowance for hotels, but Julie's one of those people who likes to go as cheap as possible and pocket the difference. Sure enough, the Jolly Welcome Inn was everything I expected. It was a few miles south of Newcastle, a squat grey motel apparently constructed entirely of concrete breeze blocks. The windows looked as if they hadn't been cleaned since the place was built – at least two had cracked panes – and from what I could see from the curtains, they hadn't seen a drop of water for considerably longer. The only other buildings as far as the eye could see were a grim industrial park, a massive power station, and an ugly red brick building which appeared to be some kind of pub. The huge motel car park contained only three other vehicles, one of which was a truck the size of an ocean liner. For two pins I'd have insisted we go somewhere else, but it was late, I wanted to stretch my legs, my silk blouse and designer jeans were rumpled and sweaty, and I desperately needed a couple of gin and tonics and a long hot shower. We were checked in by a surly, unkempt middle-aged man, with three hairs plastered across his head to try and hide his baldness, who told us in a thick Geordie accent (the local dialect) that the 'inn' didn't have a bar. Just bloody brilliant, I thought. He also insisted on calling me 'pet', a local form of address for women which I found rather irritating. Julie and I dragged our bags to our 'chalets' – I wasn't going to risk leaving anything of the slightest value in the car – then met up in the car park to walk across to the pub. I'd already had enough of her company for several years, but there was no way I was going to walk into a strange pub alone, especially not with my plummy Home Counties accent among a bunch of Geordie hicks. I'd thought things couldn't get any worse until we opened the door of the bar. We were nearly blown backwards by the sheer volume of Black Sabbath screaming from the jukebox. I had expected to get ogled by dozens of beery men, but in fact the half dozen or so clients were all female. I found that comforting for about two seconds, until I noticed the predominance of greasy denims, leather and distinctly masculine hairstyles. There was one feminine looking girl, but she seemed to be in the process of having her face slowly eaten by a macho looking woman I took to be her girlfriend. Well, I thought, this is absolutely wonderful: not only had Julie managed to book us into the shittiest hotel in the North East of England, she'd apparently brilliantly found the only one with an en suite lesbian biker bar! I grabbed Julie's arm and, competing with Ozzy Osbourne, screamed, "Christ Julie, let's go somewhere else, I'm not drinking in this dump." Unfortunately, the strains of Paranoid came to an abrupt end as I reached the words 'this dump'. In the deafening silence which followed I was suddenly the focus of attention for every eye in the room – except those of the lovers, who seemed intent on screwing each other right there in the bar. As the relatively tranquil opening notes of Nazareth's Love Hurts filled the musical void, Julie, ignoring the hostile glares in my direction, sniggered and said, "There isn't anywhere else Kaz. Besides, I like this place; it's got, er, character." Yeah, I thought, so's Hannibal Lecter, but I wouldn't accept a lunch invitation from him. She was right, though, there wasn't anywhere else and I needed that drink more by the moment. So I picked my way delicately across the sticky wooden floor of the bar and asked for a G and T. The barmaid, a stocky bottle blonde in her forties with a 1970s skinhead hairstyle and a ring through her nose, stared at me as if I'd asked for a Sloe Comfortable Harvey Zombie on the Beach, complete with parasol. After three seconds, realising I wasn't going to relent and order a sensible drink, she gave a heavy sigh, selected a glass, wiped it on her Southern Comfort T shirt, filled it as required, then placed it in front of me, saying, with heavy sarcasm, "There you go, princess." Julie, bowing to local custom, ordered a Newcastle Brown Ale. We chose a table in a dark, isolated corner. Julie slumped on a velveteen bench and stared with open amusement at the denizens of the pub. I resisted the temptation to put a handkerchief of my grimy bar stool and sat with my back to them, carefully sipping my drink from the side of the glass without the pre-existing lipstick stain. Conversation was near impossible with the jukebox working its way through the entire history of heavy metal. After maybe five minutes I became aware of a dark shadow looming over me. Glancing up, I saw the most extraordinary woman standing staring down at us. She was in her mid-20s, I reckoned, and had to be six-feet-two, with shoulders that Arnold Schwarzenegger would envy. She had heavily gelled, short dark blonde hair, piercing pale blue eyes, cheeks pocked by acne scars and big rubbery lips. Her clothes were, apart from the footwear, absolute clichéd biker: a black Motorhead T shirt, oil-spattered denim waistcoat, studded with silver stars, black leather trousers, and heavy industrial boots. Her left forearm had a tattoo of a vicious looking black dragon breathing fire. I couldn't help noticing her boobs – they were huge, at least D-cup, but they weren't benefiting from the support of any bra cup that night. Her nipples stood out like coat hooks. In one of her huge hands she held a glass filled with a clear liquid. I began to reach for my purse, ready to surrender it without a fight. But the woman turned to Julie and, in a deep gravely voice which cut straight through Deep Purple's best efforts, said, "D'ya mind if I buy ya girlfriend a drink?" Julie, the stupid cow, nearly wet herself laughing at that. With tears in her eyes, she shook her head, her long blonde hair whipping across her face, and chortled, "No, not at all, on you go sweetheart." I was too stunned to ask if anybody was bothered whether the hell I minded. The woman took the chair next to my stool and placed the glass she was holding in front of me. "I'm Pearl. What's your name pet?" Caught off guard by her directness, I mumbled, "Karen. Er, Mrs Duthie." I felt a strong need to emphasise my marital status. I realised I was nervously twisting my wedding ring with the thumb and forefinger of my other hand. I didn't want to accept this woman's hospitality, but I'd finished my own drink, and God, did I need another! So I sipped the refresher – it was a double measure, at least. For the next few minutes I sat in a daze as a diesel dyke I'd met less than five minutes before chatted me up, and Julie grinned at me as if I was the best show in town. Pearl asked me where I lived, what I did for a living, what I was doing in Newcastle, that sort of thing. As my admirer talked, and I gave the briefest answers possible, my sensitive nose picked up a miasma of scents from her – the slightly pungent aroma of her hair gel, her perspiration, beer on her breath, stale cigarette smoke from her clothes, and the leathery whiff of her trousers. I have to admit, I was hypnotised by Pearl's intense stare and her pendulous tits, which shifted slightly inside her T shirt whenever she adjusted her position. My gaze kept drifting from her face to her chest, then back again. I must say at this stage that I had never had the slightest sexual interest in women, not even in dreams or fantasies. Finally, with no prior hint that it was coming, she leaned into me and, in a whisper they could probably hear on the other side of the bar, said, "Why don't you come back to my place Karen? I'll give ya the best lickin' ya've ever had in ya life." I thought Julie was going to slide off her seat she found that so hilarious, the fucking bitch. Pearl seemed oblivious to her, continuing to snare me in her gaze, like a rabbit caught in headlights. As she leaned close, her warm tits rested lightly on my forearm on the table. I got a sudden attack of shivers. Christ, why was I letting a bloody pushy butch lesbian more than ten years younger than me even come close? Delicately withdrawing my arm, I stuttered, "Look Pearl, you're a very nice girl – woman – person – and I'm grateful for the drink. I'll gladly buy you one back. But as I told you, I'm married – very happily married – and I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm just not, er, gay, and I'm not interested." The corners of Pearl's lips twitched upwards in a smile. Adopting what she presumably considered a seductive tone, and leaning closer still, placing a hand on mine, she said, "Come on pet, I can tell ya're interested. Ya haven't taken your eyes off me tits since I sat here. Come home with me and they're all yours. Five minutes in bed with me and ya'll be climbing the walls beggin' for more. Ask any of the girls over there." She flicked her head back, indicating the other drinkers, several of whom were watching the encounter with mild amused interest. Pearl continued, "Your little friend here obviously doesn't mind, and I'm sure she won't tell your old man, will ya sweetheart?" Knowing Julie, she wouldn't tell my husband, she'd just send an e-mail about it to every person in the entire bloody company. As it was, I was dreading the wind-up I'd probably get about this back at my office. To be fair, though, Julie did actually come through for me at that point, belatedly. She could see I was getting dead worried, and slammed her pint glass onto the table with a resounding thud. Then she slurred, "Look butch, she's said she's not interested, okay? It's been a bit of fun, but why don't you take the hint now and just sling your hook, like a good little dyke." Now, Julie's so petite she makes Kylie Minogue look like Mike Tyson. Pearl leapt to her feet, her fists bunching and her face darkening in outrage. The back of her chair hit the floor with a smack which echoed around the suddenly dead silent pub. I began to scrabble for my mobile 'phone, to call an ambulance for Julie and a police escort for myself. Then Pearl visibly untensed, and said, "Aye, fair enough." She glanced coolly at me. "I'll see ya around, kidda. Forget the drink." Then she drifted off to the bar and started guffawing with her mates. I threw back the dregs of my drink and dragged Julie to her feet. She had gone white, clearly appreciating the danger she'd been in. I was still furious with her for her part in putting me in the situation in the first place. I snapped, "Come on Jules, let's get the fuck out of here, while we still can." With that I hustled her across the road to the motel and shoved her through the door of her apartment. As I walked as quickly as possible to my own front door I glanced back at the pub – and saw a tall figure silhouetted in the open doorway. As I closed the door behind me my body sagged with weariness, and the release of tension. I stripped off and had my long awaited shower. The pipes gurgled and belched, and the trickling warm water – it never got hot – lasted only a few minutes, but I felt refreshed and sleepy as I slipped on my nightdress. I gave my husband a quick all, and spoke to my eleven-year old daughter, then slipped gratefully under the thin duvet on the double bed. I had just picked up my brief for the training session, to read through it, when there was a soft tap on the door. I thought it had to be Julie and, snatching off my reading glasses with an explosion of breath, I pulled on my dressing gown and stomped across the floor, ready to rip her head off. I dragged the door open – and stared into the chest of a female mountain in denim and leather. I was momentarily too stunned to react. Without a word Pearl brushed past me into the room, kicking the door closed with her heel. Then she turned and said quietly, "Now ya little friend's not around ya don't need to pretend ya're not interested anymore Karen. There's just you, me – and this nice big bed of yours, with the whole night ahead of us." I stood in shock as she dropped her waistcoat on the bedpost and kicked off her boots, revealing a pair of very pale, slightly grubby feet. My brain finally clicked into gear. Clutching my dressing gown around my throat, I snarled, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Get out of here. Go on, get out, now, or I'll call the manager." Pearl smiled confidently at me, her eyes boring into me. Hands on hips, she shook her head slowly, and said, in the same undertone as before, "No you won't." She was standing between me and the room 'phone. – no, I wouldn't be calling anyone. Although I go to the gym regularly, not only was Pearl bigger than me, she was also clearly far physically stronger. My eyes flicked to the front door of the apartment, to my right. My bare feet would be cut to ribbons on the rough surface of the car park, but...Pearl anticipated my movement and, in two steps, she was at the door, the flat of one huge hand slamming against it, while the other hand grabbed my shoulder. She spun me into her arms, enveloped me in a bear hug, and slammed her lips onto mine. As my jaw dropped in shock she thrust a long, sinuous tongue deep into my mouth. I felt my face beginning to redden as I struggled for breath. With revulsion I felt one of her hands scrabbling at my clothing behind me, then cold fingers wrapped around my naked buttock. Still kissing me, Pearl used her bulk to walk me backwards towards the bed, where she threw me down. I was terrified and horrified: I was about to be raped – by another woman! Momentarily free of Pearl's grip, I turned onto my hands and knees and tried to scramble across the bed. A grip like iron caught my ankle, and a moment later my head jerked as she grabbed the collar of my dressing gown and she pulled me back. I tried to shrug out of the garment but my arms got tangled up in it. Pearl tore the dressing gown from me and hurled it to the floor, growling as she struggled with me, "Don't piss me off!" She flipped me onto my back then dived on top of me. I flailed at her with my hands but, laughing, she managed to grab both my wrists in one of her huge ham hocks and pinned my arms above my head. I tried to scream, but I just couldn't gather the breath to do it. I shuddered as she licked one of my shaved armpits. Then she forced her tongue back into my mouth. As she bore down on me, I felt her hand close around the top of my nightdress. There was a moment of pain in my shoulders as she pulled at it, then the flimsy cotton binding the straps to the body of the garment gave way, and I felt my assailant's T shirt rubbing against my naked breasts. I was almost out of my mind with fear at what was about to happen. When Pearl switched her focus from my face, sucking one of my boobs into her mouth while squeezing the other one with her spare hand, I begged her with a sob to stop. She released my tit from her mouth long enough to mutter, "Trust me, you'll thank me for this in the end, I guarantee it." Then she resumed sucking on my breast, softly nibbling at my nipple, her tongue flicking across it. Her spare hand – the one not restraining my arms – squeezed my other boob in a steady rhythm, her thumb pressing the nipple into the soft flesh which surrounded it, My husband isn't really much of a one for foreplay, and never really touches my breasts, in fact he hasn't for a long time. He has dozens of strong points, but sexual dynamism has never been one of them. Despite my fear, I felt a new sensation rising within my body: a warmth that was slowly spreading across my chest, and up towards my face. A tiny part of my mind admitted that what Pearl was doing to my boobies felt good. She removed her spare hand from my tit, and brushed it across my stomach, then down my shaved pubis. Instinctively I tried to clamp my legs together, but Pearl's leather-clad knees easily forced them apart, then her big fingers began stroking firmly along my labia. Gradually she inserted two or three fingers into my pussy, and began stirring them around. I was shocked to realise I was distinctly damp, and getting wetter by the moment. I didn't want Pearl to do this to me, of course I didn't, but I had stopped sobbing and was now lying passively beneath her as she licked and fingered me. The heat in my chest was threatening to link up with a growing warmth in my pussy, to meet as an inferno in my belly. I gasped as Pearl's tongue slipped into my belly button. It was only then that I realised she was no longer holding my hands. Far from fighting her, though, I found that a knuckle of one finger was caught between my teeth as I panted around it while, without realising, I had started caressing one of my tits with the other hand, my fingers slipping down it and tweaking the erect nipple. Pearl's fingers withdrew from my cunt and I felt her hands firmly grip my thighs. Then I felt warm breath on my labia, and I twitched in anticipation as her nose pressed against my pussy. I heard myself moan as her long tongue connected, first with my perineum then my pussy lips, dragging from back to front then reversing the course. I moaned louder as a bolt of lightening shot up my pussy. I heard Pearl chuckle as she raised her head. Softly, teasingly, she asked, "D'ya like this then?" I nodded wildly as she licked me again. Her head raised again. "Does ya husband do this for ya?" I shook my head and groaned, "Oh God, no, never." "D'ya want me to carry on?" Jesus, of course I did! I was desperate for her to take me to climax, and of course she knew that. She commanded, "Tell me what ya want." Taken By Force Caroline put the key in the door, unlocked it, and opened her front door. "Shit, I forgot to leave on a light. I hate coming home to a dark house." She flicked at the light switch and nothing. "God damn it. Now what? They'd better fix the power outage soon, my favorite program is on tonight. America Idol. I just love that show. I wonder if the whole neighborhood is out or if it's just my house. Maybe, it's just a blown fuse. Maybe I did leave on a light. Yeah, now that I think about it, I did leave on a light. Fuck. I hate not having power. I can't even microwave something to eat or make coffee or use my massage chair." Caroline lived alone. She didn't even have a pet. She spent a lot of her time talking to herself and it wasn't unusual for her to have an extended conversation, even carrying on with both sides of the conversation, while walking around her home. As soon as she closed and locked the front door, as soon as she was about to take a step to head for the kitchen and get a flashlight from the drawer to check the fuse box down the cellar, a hand grabbed her from behind. "Don't move, Lady, I have a knife," he said holding the cold steel blade against her neck. "I won't hurt you, so long as you do what I ask." "Okay, okay, here, take my purse. I just got paid. I have money." "Money? I don't want your damn money. I want you," he said allowing his other hand to travel down and across her ample breasts. He felt one breast through her blouse and bra and then the other. "You have big tits. I like that. I can't wait to see them. I can't wait to feel them. I can't wait to suck them." "What do you want? I'll do anything. Okay? Just don't hurt me." "That's more what I had in mind, you doing anything and everything, if you know what I mean," he said allowing his hand to fall to the hem of her flared skirt. "Please don't." He lifted her skirt up to her waist and cupped her pussy through her panty before allowing his hand to travel around behind her and feel her panty clad ass. Seemingly enamored with her ass, he felt one cheek and then the other before sticking his big hand down the back of her panty and feeling her naked ass. He felt her ass. He really felt her ass. "I love your ass. I can't wait to fuck your ass. You have a nice body and you smell good, too. Me and you are going to get along fine. I'm gonna show you a good time, Mama." "Thank you," she said. "Only, can we just get this over with, please?" "What's the rush, Lady? I plan on taking my sweet time with you. You're hot. Where's the bedroom?" "Upstairs." He pulled out a scarf from his back pocket and tied it around her eyes. "What are you doing?" "I need the light to see now, but I don't need a witness who can identify me and send me to jail later. You dig?" "Yeah, okay, just don't hurt me," she said again. He tied the blindfold around her head. Then, he reached up and tightened the light bulb he had loosened and clicked on the light. She looked down and saw his feet. He was wearing black Reeboks and blue jeans. She figured his sneakers were a size 9 or 10 and that he, by the feel of his body pressed against hers was slim and about 5'9" tall. She made note of everything to give in her report to the police. "Calm down, lady. Stop your shivering. So long as you cooperate and give me what I want, I ain't gonna hurt you. I like you. You have big tits. I like big tits. I can't wait to see those two big tits bouncing up and down, as I fuck you and before you suck my big cock." "Oh, God. Oh, God. Why me?" "You wouldn't mind if I cum in your pretty little mouth, would you," he asked her as his fingertip traced her lips? "No, I wouldn't mind, so long as you don't hurt me." "Do you swallow?" "Yes, I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me. Okay?" "I've been watching you. You're the prettiest lady on the street. You have the best body and you don't have a damn dog or an alarm. You really need to get both of those things after this, lady. It's not safe not to have a big dog and a house alarm. Someone like me can come right inside and fuck you." "Listen, what if I just blow you down here. You can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow. Okay? You can fuck my face. I'll give you the best blowjob you ever had. I will. Only, please don't fuck me. Please don't make me pregnant." "Lady, it's too late for all of that. We're going to do this my way. I've already gone through all this trouble stalking you and breaking in your home. I've been looking forward to this for so very long. I've been watching you." "You've been watching me? You've been stalking me?" "Yes, lady, I have. You need to be more careful when getting out of your car. You climb out like a sailor with your skirt all bunched up around your waist. You always give me a nice panty show. I couldn't wait to fall between your shapely thighs and eat your pussy. And now here I am. Showtime." "Oh, God. Oh, God. Please, I beg you. Let me go. There's a woman who lives on the corner. She's a stripper. She's way better looking than I am and she has a better body with bigger tits, too. She doesn't have an alarm or a dog. I'm sure she's more sexually experienced than me. She'd surely show you a better time." "I know. I already fucked her and she gave me a great blowjob not to hurt her." "You did? She did?" "Oh, yeah. By the way, her big tits are as phony as her blonde hair. That's a wig." "I don't understand. Why weren't you caught? I didn't read anything about you in the newspaper or about a sexual assault on my street and in my neighborhood." "Lady, most women don't report sexual assaults. Most women are just happy that I didn't hurt them. The very next day they have the alarm guy installing an alarm and they are at the dog pound buying the biggest dog they have." He allowed her to lead the way up the stairs and to her bedroom. "Now, what? What are you going to do with me?" "What do you think I'm going to do with you? I'm going to have my way with you." "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to pretend like I'm not even here. Start undressing, as if you are just coming home from work and about to take a bath. Strip off all you clothes. I want to see you naked. Only, do it nice and slow. I want a striptease show and do a lot of bending so that I can see your pussy and ass and in between your legs real good." "Okay, I'll do whatever you ask, so long as you don't hurt me." "You can start by unbuttoning your blouse, but do it very slowly. And if you remove that blindfold, I'll have to hurt you. I can't have you as a witness testifying against me." "Okay, I won't. I won't remove the blindfold. Okay? I'm unbuttoning my blouse, slow. See? Actually, I'd prefer you not seeing me undressing and naked, anyway." "Stop talking. You're ruining the mood." "Okay," she said. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then, he removed his sneakers, and took off his pants and underwear. He returned to his lying position on the bed and fingered his cock, while watching the striptease show. Caroline slowly unbuttoned her blouse allowing him the time to see all that showed of her body with each unbuttoned button. "That's a pretty bra," he said. "What's your name, by the way?" "Caroline," she said. "What's your name," she asked? "Funny, nice try," he said. "You can call me, Jack, if you need to call me something that will get you in the mood." "Okay, Jack," she said, while still slowly unbuttoning her blouse. "Do you want me to remove my blouse," she asked, once her blouse was unbuttoned, "or do you want me to remove my skirt." "Do what you would normally do, how you'd normally undress, if you were alone and getting naked to take a bath." "Okay," she said removing her blouse. Then, she reached around herself, unbuttoned, and unzipped her skirt, pulled it off, and folded it neatly and placed it on the bed. Now in her panty and bra, as instructed, she paraded around the bedroom, bending over and stretching to show him more of her lingerie clad body. "Take off your bra. I wanna see your titties, but do it slow." "Okay," she said reaching around her back and unhooking her bra. With a hand to her chest, she held her bra in place, before allowing her bra straps to fall, first one and then the other. Then, slowly, she peeled her bra from her body. Now, standing before him wearing nothing more than bikini panties and a blindfold, she threw her shoulders back and showed him her big tits. "Are you excited by stripping in front of a strange man?" "Why do you ask?" "Because your nipples are erect." "A little. Yeah, I'm a little excited. I'd be more excited if I knew you wouldn't hurt me, if you promised you're not going to hurt me." "I promise I won't hurt you, lady." "Okay, then, yeah, I'm excited that you are seeing my tits. It's been a long time, since a man, any man, has seen my tits. Do you like them?" "Are you kidding me? I love your tits. You have gorgeous tits," he said. "Now, take off your panties now, Show me your pussy." "Okay," she said. "And stop saying okay. That's driving me crazy." "Okay, sorry, it's just a nervous reaction to say okay." She stuck her thumbs in each side of her panty band and slid them down her hips and off her legs. "You have a neatly trimmed pussy. I like that. I don't like the bushy pussies or the shaved ones. I can't wait to lick you." "Do you want me to lie on the bed?" "No, I want you to kneel on the bed. I want you to touch my cock." "Okay. Sorry, that I said okay," she said kneeling on the bed and reaching out her hand. She took him in her hand and started stroking him. "Do you like that?" "Oh, yeah, baby, that feels good. Now, make me hard with your mouth. Suck me a little bit." "Okay. Sorry, that I said okay again, but I can't help it. I'm really nervous," she said leaning down and taking his cock in her mouth. She was sucking him. True to her word, she was giving him great blowjob. "Finally, now that your mouth is full, you stopped saying okay. Now, get on your back so that I can fuck you a little bit." "Okay," she said reaching down and helping to direct his cock in her pussy. "Fuck me. Enough with the okay, lady. It's really fucking annoying. Okay?" "I'm sorry. I'll be quiet." He started humping her and she humped him back. Once he was inside, he started banging her and as hard as he humped her, she humped him back even harder. "Caroline, you're an animal. You are the best fuck I ever had." "Do you like it when I hump you?" "Oh, yeah. I love it when you hump me. It feel so good when you fuck me like that," he said. "What if I rolled you over and fucked you real hard," she said. "Oh, God. Yeah, I'd love that," he said. "I'm supposed to be the one fucking you and you are the one fucking me. I'm going to cum," he said. "Good," she said, "Because my show, American Idol is coming on in five minutes." "Fuck Caroline! Why do you always have to ruin the mood. I'm supposed to be a rapist and you're supposed to be my victim. I was just about to cum, too. Fuck! Every God damn time. I hate that friggin' show because of that. It's the same every week. We should pick a different night to be with one another, one when that show isn't on. I can't compete with American Idol." "Let me blow you, Jack. Okay? You can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow. Just put the TV on so that I can watch American Idol while I suck your cock." "Okay," said Jack. Caroline gave her boyfriend a blowjob, the best one he had had, since the last one, when she was in a hurry to watch her show. He came off in her mouth and she swallowed, just in time to watch her show. Taken by Force The Master and Mistress waited at the door after Master had rung the bell. They waited for a minute or so before the door was opened by an attractive young woman in her late twenties, "Yeah," she said uninterestedly. The couple could see that she was the girl on the photo they had been given so Master barged the door, and the two quickly entered the house. Master moved behind the girl whilst Ms instructed her to do exactly as she was told. This had no real effect on the girl, and she began to hurl abuse at the pair. A split second later she was silenced by the strong restraining arms of Master, his right hand moving up to cover her mouth to silence her. She began to struggle as Master lifted her bodily into the nearby living room. The couple immediately seized the little miss, and roughly man handled her into a kneeling position from where Master tied her wrists, and ankles behind her back. She was also blind folded, and gagged with a leather ball gag. Ms then read out a list of the girls offences whilst Master tied her elbows together behind her back, making sure that her firm young breasts were suitably exposed, and pushed out ready to receive punishment. The captive attempted muffled screams through her gag until Ms slapped her face with her bare manicured hand, whilst Master prepared his equipment. She was able to hear the sound of chain clanking, and leather creaking as Master put on his equipment belt, and pulled on his leather gloves. When Master was ready Ms took her turn to prepare her tools of the trade. In this time Master grabbed the trembling girl by the back of the neck, and forced her into the centre of the room. Pushed her forwards so her head was on the ground leaving her positioned on her forehead, and knees with her backside up in the air. He then pulled down her trousers along with the black satin french knickers that she wore leaving her arse, and pussy exposed. Master and Ms then stood at either side of her, and spanked her alternately for several long minutes. Master with his leather gloved hands and Ms with her bare palms. All the time this was going on the pair verbally taunted, and abused her. Pulled her hair, and told her how they would delight in her punishment. When her buttocks were hot, and red Master pulled her back up to her knees, and gave her the opportunity to repent her wrongs. As the couple suspected, she continued to resist. So, with Ms pulling her head back by her hair Master ripped her top, and bra open to reveal her smooth pale breasts. Master then roughly mauled them until they were red, and swelling from the attention. He then applied tightly sprung pegs to her nipples, and proceeded to flick, and slap the reddening globes so as to increase the torment. After several minutes of this Ms pushed her back down to the floor, where she then used a wooden paddle to strike the little madams arse. She writhed, and wriggled trying to escape the unrelenting stinging impact of the wood. Yet Ms did not stop until the flesh of the girls rump was glowing red raw. Master then moved, and positioned himself to trap the little miss's head between his legs, and restrain her shoulders as Ms inserted a 5" long 4" thick butt plug in the puppies arse hole. Ignoring the moans, and muffled pleading from their victim. Master, and Ms swapped ends to allow Master to continue his torture with his floggers, whips, crops, and specialist tools. The little minx was subjected to an hour or so of harsh punishment. All the while being continuously taunted, and mocked by Ms. Master relished the sight of the firm silky cheeks as he tortured them relentlessly. His floggers licked at the flesh, curling their tails around the glowing target. His dragons tongue, and snake drew welts over the exposed skin to the tune of a muffled, animalistic moaning. As a finale, the little madams red bruised body was then repositioned over a chair in the all fours stance. Ms moved behind her, and the puppy heard the sounds of buckles, and straps being adjusted. Master moved around in front of her once more, and stood in front of her head, and grabbing her hair he growled "Are you ready to receive?" Without waiting for a reply Ms suddenly pulled out the butt plug with one swift fluid motion leaving the girl gasping with relief. Taking a moment to position herself, Ms then began to insert her 10" long 7" thick strapon into the little madams arse. Ms eased the rubber cock in, and out of her tight hole for several minutes before Master smiled cruelly at the impaled girl, and removed the ball gag. Before a sound could issue from her lips he removed his large throbbing cock from his trousers, and still gripping her hair he forced her head down on it. The couple used the puppy deep, and hard like this for long minutes until she was a quivering wreck. Her breasts were mauled, and her arse further spanked while this occurred. The fucking intensified until the little madams smooth shaven pussy was dripping, her labia swollen, and open to reveal the pink folds beneath. Masters cock was forced all the way down until his balls slapped against her chin making her gag, and splutter whilst Ms worked the long thick strap-on in, and out so that at one moment the tip of its domed helmet nudged at her opening, and then a few short seconds later the entirety of its length was buried deep within the pup. When Master was ready to cum she was told to swallow his hot creamy load. Then, once she had proved that not a single drop remained in her mouth or on her chin she was made to look up into his eyes, and thank him for the privilege. She was then ordered to lick Ms's pussy, and use her fingers to bring her to orgasm, but she was only instructed to do this once she had cum for the fifth time, and her inner thighs were wet, and sticky with her own juices. When Master and Ms were satisfied the suitably fucked, and punished girl was gagged with cloth, and tape. Left on the floor still bound, and in the remnants of her clothes whilst the pair exited. She was left for her own Master to find her. When he did, she was told that if she wasn't a good little girl she would be forced to endure much, much more. Taken By Force His steel gray eyes were magnetic. They drew me in with the promise of pleasure. One look told me he was the kind of guy who knew what he was doing and wasn't afraid to do it. Several times I walked past the pool table where he dominated his squirrelly friend. I dropped my keys as I sashayed past a final time, bending over at the waist to pick them up. I knew my short, pleated, skirt rose to a very inappropriate level. This gave him full view of my round ass and tiny black lace thong. Behind me I heard his friend let out a grunt of appreciation. I stopped in ear shot of them. I pulled my phone out and pretended to call a friend. "Hellooooo!? Jamie! Where are you?" I asked the silent phone. "You didn't leave without me again, did you?" I was practically shouting. "FINE! I'll just walk home." I snapped my phone shut and glanced around. He wasn't even looking at me! This guy was ridiculous. His friend on the other hand was practically salivating as he jabbed him in the ribs and motioned toward me. Great. Skinny was looking for an easy fuck. "My buddy here drove.... but I'm sure he won't mind taking you home. He offered, looking at his dark, sexy, friend. In response, sexy raised an eyebrow and picked up his jacket. We got out to the parking lot and ended up at a shiny black firebird. Dark and sexy. Just like its owner. Skinny asked where I lived and we headed off in the direction of my house. About halfway there we turned into an apartment complex. Apparently we were dropping skinny off first. "I really don't mind coming with you to drop her off." Skinny suggested, giving me a hopeful look. "I'm not backtracking." And that was all. His voice was silky and deep. Even better than I imagined. It offered no room for argument either. As skinny hopped out of the car, he asked for my number. I gave him the first numbers to pop into my head. He excitedly thanked me and promised to call tomorrow. Yeah... You do that, I thought. When we pulled into my driveway I leaned over, offering a good view down my partially open shirt. I placed my hand on his arm and thanked him in a low inviting voice as I softly ran my fingertips down his tanned, muscular arm. He glanced at my hand in indifference, raised that eyebrow again, and gave me a nod. He reached across toward me and my heart fluttered. He smelled divine and I felt lost in his scent. I closed my eyes... Click. He was opening my door. What was WRONG with this guy?! I got out in a huff, slammed the car door, and stomped up to my porch. I guess I should have offered to give skinny a spin if I wanted to be fucked tonight. I went into my house an kicked off my shoes. In the semi darkness I made my way to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water. I walked toward the living room and the glass dropped from my hand, shattering, as someone roughly grabbed me by the hair from behind. "You're either a tease or a fucking whore." Came the low growl. I was frozen with fear. "No. No... I'm not." I managed to squeak out as his breath fell hot on my cheek. My head was yanked back farther and I felt his other hand reaching around to tear the buttons free from my shirt. The fabric of my flimsy bra gave way and my 38D breasts were free. His fingertips grasped a nipple and pinched hard. I let out a gasp. I felt he hardness is the small of my back. "Isn't this what you wanted bitch?" He asked with a chuckle. He shoved me to my knees. I looked up into the steel gray eyes and felt his rock hard cock on my cheek. This wasn't what I'd wanted. I felt a tear slip down my cheek. "Don't do anything stupid." He ordered. His hands were strong on the back of my head, and before I could think, his dick was hitting the back of my throat. It was a lot bigger than I expected. I was choking and gasping for air. He pumped in and out smoothly, basically just fucking my face. I felt i might pass out soon. After he tired of that, he yanked me roughly to my feet and shoved me face first into the kitchen table, bending me at the waist. He flipped my skirt up and pushed the tiny scrap of underwear aside. I only felt the head of his cock at my opening for a moment before he impaled me with a grunt. "No! No!" I cried out frantically as he thrusted violently into my pussy. Tears were streaming down my cheeks even as I felt my body responding to his assault. I started moaning. I tried to hold it in. He reached around to rub my clit. I was so wet, my fluids were running down his cock onto my thighs. He chuckled again. "Well look at the good little slut." He said with appreciation. I felt his palm burning against my ass as he slapped me hard. I shrieked, not only in pain, but for more! He slapped the other cheek even harder, and I came. I was ramming my ass onto his dick, pulsing around him, screaming for more. He slid out of my gaping wet hole and I wondered what was going to happen next. Oh god. I felt his head pushing against my virgin asshole. "NO! Please..." I whimpered. His answer was another sharp slap to my already throbbing cheek. He pushed in an inch. The pain was almost unbearable. Another inch, and another. I felt delirious with the pain. Once he was buried inside me, he began moving slowly in and out. He plunged two fingers into my pussy. The feel of his fingers relaxed me some and suddenly his cock violating my ass started to feel amazing. I knew I would come again soon. He knew it too. He began fucking my ass with vigor. As I felt another wave of orgasm wash over me, he pulled out and sprayed my back with his hot seed. I heard his pants zipping as I fell to the floor. I looked up just in time to see him in the moonlight streaming through the window. He raised one eyebrow, gave me a nod, and left. Taken By Force Completely in her power now, I moaned, "I want you to lick me out." She chuckled again. "Be more specific pet." I was going wild with frustration. I managed to say, "I want your tongue and your fingers inside my cunt, and I want you to make me cum. Pleeaaase." I didn't understand her answer for a moment. "All right darlin', I'll do it for ya once ya've done it for me." I leaned up on my elbows, staring crazily at her as she stood and began unbuttoning her leather pants. I stammered, "Please, now you've started I need you to...I can't do it for you, I never have, I don't know how to..." She grinned at me as she slipped her T shirt over her head. "Just use your imagination pet. You give me a nice feel up and then I'll lick ya inside out, I promise." Then she loomed over me, naked. Her body was amazing. Her skin was very pale, and her tits were even bigger than I'd thought, huge white, blue veined orbs, with pale pink nipples that looked as big as my thumbs. Blonde hair peeked out from her armpits, and her pubes started in a thin line just below her navel, running into to a thick, untamed mat on her pubis, extending between her thighs and beyond. Even her inner thighs were quite furry, and small delicate blonde hairs covered the rest of her thighs, although her lower legs were smooth. Her biceps bulged and, on the right one, there was a tattoo of a huge tarantula. She had a livid pink-white scar across her ribs, just below her left breast, which looked as if it was a knife wound. She lay next to me, and cradled my head in the crook of one arm. "Right pet, you were starin' at these in the pub" – she indicated her tits – "now you can give 'em a good suck." She placed a hand under one of the mountainous boobs and lifted it to my lips. Hesitantly, at first, I sucked it onto my mouth, trying to put my still fevered pussy to the back of my mind for the moment. Her flesh was cool to the touch, and tasted slightly salty from her sweat. Pearl tangled her fingers in my hair as I started to suck on the boob, my tongue flicking and circling its mammoth nipple. I found it was really quite pleasant sucking on her tit, and from the purring sound she was making it seemed I was doing something right. I was about to switch to the other one, but Pearl got there first: she lifted her boob to her own mouth, and took her nipple between her lips. I wasn't sure at first what to do with my hands. One was supporting the boob I had in my mouth. I trailed the other down Pearl's body, running a finger down the line of pubic hair from her belly. Then my fingers encountered the main forest of hair. It felt as if she had as much hair there as I had on my head! Pearl pushed at my elbow with her fingers, encouraging my hand to continue to descend. I had never even seen another adult woman's pussy before, let alone touched one. But I slid my hand between her legs, and I felt her hips lurch as I pressed one finger against her burning hot labia. I slipped two fingers inside her and started to stroke her pussy. I wasn't really sure what I was doing, but I was desperate to satisfy her to get my reward, and I worked my digits deep into her. She broke off from sucking her tit long enough to husk, "ohh, that's great man, do me clit." I stroked my fingers up her inside searching out her clitoris. It wasn't difficult to find: mine's like a tiny grey-white bud; Pearl's was a huge stalk, almost like a small cock. I took it between my finger and thumb and began stroking and gently squeezing it. Her purring turned to growling, then outright moaning. After a very short period her hips started bucking back and forth, forcing me to fight to hold on, and she roared like a lioness as I felt my already damp fingers suddenly become much wetter. After that Pearl released her boob and lay back staring at the ceiling as I continued to suck on the other tit and stroke my fingers around the inner walls of her pussy. After a couple of minutes she stopped me and pushed me onto my back. "Thanks kidda, that was bloody good for a first time. Now I'm gonna give ya that tonguing I promised ya." With that she dipped her head down my body and, once again, I felt her lips on my pussy as her tongue entered me. If I'd cooled down at all while pleasuring her I was immediately back on the boil, and fast moving towards meltdown. I groaned continuously as she licked me out, shamelessly thrusting my pussy at her face. With one of my hands I kneaded one of my tits; with the other I stroked Pearl's slicked hair. Her tongue was quite amazing – it seemed to go everywhere, and seemed to penetrate me even deeper than my husband's dick did. She didn't only lick my pussy. That fantastic tongue went all over me – from my belly button down through my cunt, across my perineum, my inner thighs; she even thrust it into my bum and reamed me out, which, to my surprise (when I thought about it later) I found not at all disgusting, but incredibly erotic. When her tongue was in my pussy a finger was up my bum, and other fingers were palpating my clit; when the tongue went on tour, both her hands worked madly at pussy, driving me absolutely wild. I came over and over, and still she lapped at me. I quickly lost count of how many times I did cum, one just seemed to flow into the next. I'm sure that I must have had more orgasms in that one night than in my entire married life. After what must have been at least half an hour she finally withdrew her head from my legs. I thought she was giving me a chance to catch my breath, but she grabbed her waistcoat off the bedpost and pulled a small foil wrapper out of a pocket. Watching through blurred eyes, I thought for one bizarre moment that it was a condom. When she tore it open, however, a gel-like substance leaked onto her fingers. As she reached under me and began to smear it around the entrance to my bum I lifted my hips, still not comprehending what was about to happen. Then she pulled out another gel pack and smeared the contents liberally onto her hand. After that she applied her mouth to my cunt again, and I lay back to continue my delirium of lust. Within seconds I felt her fingers entering my bum again. In fact it seemed as if it was her whole hand. I gasped in surprise as it carried on moving, deeper, deeper. Finally, it felt as if her entire hand, big as it was, was inside my bum. Once there she started to fuck me with it, even as her tongue and her other hand exerted sweet torture on my throbbing pussy. The feeling of both my orifices being entirely filled was quite incredible; the sensations I was experiencing were so intense I seriously thought I was going to pass out. Within a couple of minutes I had one more huge, wild, screaming orgasm, thrashing about on Pearl's hands and mouth, almost sitting on her face, then collapsed back onto the bed, feeling totally, totally drained. Pearl delicately removed her hand then moved up and kissed me again, and this time I tasted the slightly sour tang of my own pussy on her lips and tongue. "See Karen," she whispered, "I told ya I was good." I fell asleep for a while after that, with Pearl's weight draped partially across my body. We woke up in the early hours of the morning, and Pearl twisted her body round, in a crab-like movement, until I felt her breath of my labia again, and her own pink puffy vaginal lips were millimetres from my face, peeking at me through their blonde jungle. She murmured, "Please sweetheart, I love this." Then I gasped as, once more, her tongue entered my pussy, and pressed against my clit. Again, I didn't really know what I was doing, but I dove into her, my tongue experiencing the taste of another woman's sex for the first time. She tasted different to me somehow, although I really couldn't begin to describe how. I licked and fingered her pussy and clit, enjoying the feeling as her big thighs pressed around my face, hearing her gasps when I did something particularly pleasurable as, between my legs, she returned the favour ten-fold, making me groan as my tongue danced along her slit. Experimentally I slipped a couple of fingers into her rectum, and she wiggled her bum encouragingly as I twisted them around inside her. We both came several times more until we really were spent. Then we kissed, each sucking our own love juices off the other's tongue. I woke again just before 7.00am, to see Pearl fully dressed, her hair still damp from the shower. She grinned when she saw I was awake, and said, "Well pet, what d'ya think?" I sighed. "Christ Pearl, that's the most amazing sex I've had in years." She raised an eyebrow quizzically at me. "All right," I admitted in a tiny voice, "it's the most amazing sex I've had in my entire life." She sat on the bed and took me in her arms. She kissed me again and I kissed her back with equal enthusiasm, my tongue holding its own pretty well against hers. Pulling back, her eyes closed, she whispered, "Thanks for a great night Karen, ya're a fast learner. If ya're ever up this way again, give me a ring." She pulled out a business card, which surprised me, scribbled a 'phone number on the back and handed the card to me. Then, with one last grin, she was gone. When I examined the card my jaw dropped with surprise. I had assumed she was a car mechanic or something; in fact, Pearl was the assistant manager of a branch of one of the major banks in Newcastle! I've got to go up to Newcastle again next week, alone this time, for some follow-up training. I've just 'phoned Pearl and arranged to stay at her place. Well, it's a convenient, cheap bed for the night; after all, I'm a happily married woman, what other motive could I possibly have?!