2 comments/ 24777 views/ 32 favorites My Geek Slavegirl By: Gentlemanrelish This story has been written based on a fantasy of mine when I was younger and in hospital all the time with various illnesses. Positive and constructive comments and discussion are welcome. Anonymous, abusive, destructive, or negative comments will be deleted. ***** MY GEEK BOMBSHELL I guess I shouldn't have suggested she go as Princess Leia. I shouldn't have suggested she go at all, and certainly not with me. And definitely not in that costume. But it wasn't my fault. She was the one who started talking about it. She was the one who had brought out the inner Geek in me. And it was her parents who begged me to take her. It all started when Ellie was admitted to our ward. Shy, young Ellie, who had only just turned 18, and was admitted with yet another episode of her grumbling appendix. I'd known her and her parents for several months, as she bounced in and out of the out-patients department with chronic abdo pain. But now here she was, her first time on an adult ward, and her first time alone and away from her parents. I'd managed to get her a side room, away from all the old people, the noisy confused, and those that constantly coughed and hacked. She was shy and frightened at the best of times, but now she was like the proverbial rabbit in a headlight. So, as the nurse in charge on that shift, I secured her a separate room, complete with en-suit toilet, and shower. "Thanks, Harry," her mum said as she left her daughter on the first night. "It means so much to us, knowing that you're looking after her." "That's fine, Mrs Ellingham," I said. "She's my eldest daughter's age, so I know just what to do." But seeing Ellie Ellingham's youthful body wrapped in a thin hospital nightgown, made things stir inside me that definitely weren't at all fatherly. "How's that, Ellie?" I adjusted her oxygen tubing around her head, stroking away wisps of thick, long brown hair, that fell bellow her shoulders. She nodded, barely able to talk after the past three hours in accident and emergency. "My stomach's still sore, Harry." She lifted her nightgown to reveal a perfect abdomen, with a tiny pinched waist, and hips that curved gently outward. I tore my eyes away from the sight, but only as far as her chest below the blue and white stripes of hospital cotton. Her breasts rose and fell, forcing me to lick my lips. "Do you want some more pain killers?" "Yes please, Harry." I looked at her drug chart and swallowed. The only pain killer she could have was an injection that would have to go in her ass. I tried every other nurse on shift, but they were all too busy looking after their own patients. "I'm afraid this is going to have to go in your bum, Ellie." "Just do it." She rolled over and I pulled down her tiny white cotton panties. Perhaps I pulled them down too far, and maybe I shouldn't have taken quite as long over it as I should have, but there was a certain sense of tension as I inserted the needle through her pale white flesh. As I released the small volume of fluid into her I heard a little cry escape from her lips. It was almost too much not to kiss the spot where the needle had been. I pulled her panties back up, and helped her to roll back. I unpacked her white plastic bag that had accompanied her from A&E. A baggy pair of grey sweatpants, and dirty white sneakers were stuffed into the lower part of her locker. A white Darth Vader T-shirt came next, followed by a pair of yellow cotton knickers. Last but no means least was her frilly white bra, complete with underwires. I gave close inspection of the labels, which told me this garment would support a 30D figure. I folded this carefully, slowly, and placed it on top of her other clothes. I didn't sleep much that night, as it's difficult when you are in a permanent state of arousal. My first job at the start of the morning shift was to check in on Ellie. She had been down to theatre and finally had her appendix removed under keyhole surgery late last night. She told me she'd slept soundly when she'd got back to the ward, but that she had been sweating all night and felt uncomfortable. "How's the pain?" I asked, trying hard not to stare at her stomach and breasts. "A lot better, thanks." "Do you want a shower?" "I don't think I could manage that." "I can stay and help? Or get one of the female nurses, I mean?" What the fuck was I saying? She shook her head. "I'll just wash my face, I think. But will you help me? I don't want any of the others." I poured warm water into a bowl and set it on her bed table, along with soap and a towel. I watched her make a pathetic attempt, but she was so weak I had to intervene. I washed her face and hands with a flannel and soap, before drying her pale white skin with the towel. Her big brown eyes smiled back at me, and her maroon lips kept mouthing the words "thank you." Ellie couldn't have been described as the class beauty, but she had a simpleness, and purity about her that was mesmerising. I'd never seen her wear any makeup, but her full lips, and high cheekbones still got my attention. "Can I have a new nightgown, please? This one's horrid." "I think they're all horrid, I'm afraid, Ellie. But I can get you a clean one if you like?" She nodded, smiling. I returned with a clean nightgown. "You want a hand?" She nodded again, pulling the bed sheet up to her chest. I undid the little ties at the back, and eased the gown forward off her shoulders. "Would you like me to give your back a wash?" She nodded, and washed as quickly as I could with wipe and soap. I washed as low down her back as I could, and as far round her sides as I dare, before drying with the towel. "Feel better?" "Thanks, Harry." I held up the new gown for her. She dropped the sheet and her old gown, and lifted her arms up. For nearly a whole second, both her firm, round breasts were displayed to me. Each one a complete, perfect circle a hand widths wide. Her tiny crimson nipples seemed to accentuate their size, positioned right in the very centre of two perfectly weighted orbs. I must have let out a gasp, as her eyes darted up to mine. I quickly leant behind her, and busied myself with doing up the ties down her back. "Breakfast's here soon," I said, clearing away her wash things. Whilst breakfast was being given out, I payed a visit to the men's room, locked myself in a cubicle, and rid myself of the blatant evidence that proved my lack of professionalism. That morning, I spent as much time with her as possible. Her parents had brought her in some Sci Fi magazines, and we looked through these together. She was heavily in to all the vampire stuff that the teenagers love, but her biggest kick was Star Wars. I was amazed at her knowledge of every single episode, the names of the characters, ships, planets, and the plots. She listened in awe as I told her I had seen the very first episode back in the seventies, and how I'd gotten addicted ever since. The next day, I was on an afternoon shift, so it was after lunch when I popped in to see her. She was dressed in a short white Yoda T-shirt, that doubled-up as a nighty. Sat cross legged in the bed, she played a game on her tablet, so she didn't see me staring at her tiny pale yellow panties that barely covered her lovebush. "Hi, Harry." She didn't look up, and I knew better than to disturb a playing Geek. Sitting on the edge of her bed gave me more opportunity to examine her long slender legs, the smooth creamy skin of her thighs, and the forbidden fruits that lie below the thinness of her panties. If I reached out just a short way, my fingers could be manipulating her virgin lips. For surely she must still be a virgin. She never talked about boys. But come to think of it, she never talked about her friends either - girl or boy. Her life was her Sci Fi and her games. I knew she had a new X-box at home, with Call of Duty, Grand Theft Auto, and a host of other games. "Shit!" She cursed and dropped her tablet. "Sorry." She looked at me, horrified, as if I was going to tell her off for swearing. "How are you this morning?" "Oh, great. Lots better. Have you seen this?" She handed me her tablet, with the webpage of the local Sci Fi convention open. "Oh, yeah," I said. "SciCon. Is it on again this year?" "Yeah. It's SO cool. Last year In went as an Ewok, which was a big mistake, cause it was so hot! The year before a went as Darth Vader." "Darth Vader? Really?" She nodded. "Well, not, like, the proper Darth Vader costume. More like a girls version of it." She grabbed her tablet from me, tapped the screen a few times, and handed it back to me. On the screen was a picture of a younger Ellie at the Sci Fi convention, dressed in a very tight, short, black shiny dress. Even then she was clearly well developed, with a tiny waist, and curving hips. Her legs were clad in black stockings that finished their job just above her knees, allowing her thighs to display themselves. Black high heels completed the Darth-Vader-does-Vamp look. "How many times have you been?" I swallowed hard, and handed her tablet back, before the image of Ellie Vader lying on her back with her legs round my neck was burnt into my brain forever. "I've never been," I said, shaking my head. "What? You're kidding? But you're like 'Mister Sci Fi.' You know everything. More than everyone I know put together!" "I wouldn't say that," I laughed. "But I have been around so much longer than you." "Well you should go this year. You'll really like it. What are you going to go as?" "Well...er...Luke Skywalker, I guess...is what I'd thought of going as, but..." "Ohhh, he's SO cool." "But I'm not going on my own. None of my friends like Sci Fi, my wife hates it, and my daughters just think I'm an embarrassment if I even mention it." "Well I'm going. So you won't be on your own, and so you can come with me. We could go together." "Err...I'm not sure if I can...errr..." I stumbled as I tried to wipe out visions of Ellie in a crotchless Stormtrooper outfit. "What do you think I should go as. If you're Luke Skywalker, who should I go as?" And that's when it came out. When my penis spoke before any other organ. "Princess Leia...I guess..." And that's when her mum and dad walked in. "Mum. Dad. Harry's coming to Sci Con this year. Isn't that cool?" "Harry? I didn't know you were a Star Trek geek," said Mrs Ellingham. "Well, yes..sort of..." "Star WARS, mum. For Godsake. You don't know anything, do you!" "Well I'm sure you'll have a great time," said Mrs Ellingham. "Ellie loves going, but her father and I can't stand it. She was going to go on her own this year, but we were worried about her going all that way alone, we were thinking about stopping her going. But if you're going to take her that would be different." "Err, I didn't say anything about taking..." my words tripped over themselves in a blind panic to get off the hook. "Harry's going as Luke Skywalker, and I'm going as Princess Leia!" declared Ellie. "Awww. You'll make a lovely couple," said Mrs Ellingham. "Well," I stumbled. "They are brother and sister, you see? So not actually a couple, as such." So you can be reassured that I won't fuck out the brains of your virgin daughter. And so the day of Sci Con arrived. Ellie's chronic abdominal pain had gone since the appendectomy, and she had been discharged. I spent a small fortune buying a Luke Skywalker costume, and then several lonely evenings scorned by my wife and daughters, who couldn't face me for laughing. How could I tell them that I was going with a young, nubile, brunette? Somehow (just don't ask me how) I had agreed to collect Ellie from her house, and drive the hour and a half to the conference centre where Sci Con was being held. So, Saturday morning at eight o'clock, I pulled into the Ellingham's driveway. My mouth was dry as I approached their front door. I wondered if Ellie had done her hair in those funny round buns that Leia wore on her head. I tried to remove the image of Ellie's breasts as they bounced around under all that long, white, flowing silky material that enveloped the rebel Princess. Some of the Leia costumes I'd seen on the internet had a long slit up the side of the white dress, which I'm sure hadn't been in any of the films. All these thoughts were racing round my head, as I knocked and waited. So I wasn't expecting to see what I saw when Ellie opened the door. It wasn't the long, silky, flowing, regal white gown of the Princess that Ellie had chosen, but instead, the bikini style slave girl costume from Return of the Jedi. Spirals of gold wrapped around Ellie's breasts, that were parted and lifted by the costume. Her flat stomach and hips were exposed, showing her pelvic bones and the side of her hips. The material ran from the oh-so-low waistband, in front of her crotch, and almost to the floor. As she turned, I could see the side of her buttock cheeks. You've never seen it? Then Google it, for Chrissake! "Ta daa!" she proudly showed off her new costume. "Wow. Yes. Great. Amazing. Very...err..authentic." I said. Holy fuck me sideways, is what I actually thought. "You look great, Harry," she said, feeling the fabric of my costume jacket. "Very handsome." Her deep eyes glanced up at me making my cock twitch. "Come on then. Let's go." She grabbed my arm and headed for my car. "Don't you have to say good buy to your parents? Or get a coat?" She shook her head. "They're still in bed. It's too warm for a coat." Driving whilst a semi naked 18 year old girl is sat in the passenger seat, requires a similar level of concentration as a jet fighter pilot needs as he approaches his target. She chattered non stop, and without a pause for breath, as only teenage girls can do. She told me about the celebrities who would be there, which ones would sign autographs, and which ones would be doing a talk. She asked me which stalls I wanted to visit, that I should really get a proper light-sabre, and that there were three types that I should get. And all the time, in between making sure the car was going forward, and that it was roughly between the white lines, I could think of nothing else except one question: Is she wearing anything underneath? I was rigid with a combination of fear, urgency, and the overwhelming need to masturbate viscously, as we got out of the car. I was thankful for baggy costume trousers, and a tunic that came below my waist. Ellie held my hand as we entered the conference centre. Every single man was looking at her, and most of the women too. In the crowd of the conference, I let her drift ahead of me. Whilst I should have been looking at the stalls, I couldn't take my eyes of her ass, and the strip of material that covered about eighty percent of each cheek, and flowed down to the floor. Her long brown platted ponytail fell down her bare back, and swayed in time with her hips. She made me spend £200 on a light-sabre, and then considerably less on a bottle of body oil that a stall holder had convinced her to buy. There were no shortage of helpers to apply the body oil, and soon Ellie was being layered in thick, bronze oil, that made her skin slick and shiny. "You're a great bloke," one man, dressed as some bizarre green monster said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Letting your daughter dress like that. Amazing." "She's not...er...yeah...right. Thanks." Every few yards, Ellie was stopped to have her photograph taken. She was loving every minute of the attention, and was quite at ease with the degree of exposure her body was getting. Men of all ages were wrapping their arms around her. I saw many hands on her bottom, and occasionally one or two briefly touching her breasts. After lunch we were approached by yet another admirer. He said that he'd heard about 'The Princess' and wanted to take her photo with Jabba The Hutt. Ellie was thrilled and so we made our way to a stall of a small company who specialised in special effects. In front of the stall was a huge and incredibly life-like and life-sized puppet of the gangster Jabba, who had captured Leia in Episode six. Ellie was asked to lie down in front of the puppet, and a huge metal collar and chain were fitted around her neck. The other end of the chain was given to the puppet, which moved and sounded just like the one in the movie. Unlike the one in the movie, the slimy green tail kept moving between Ellie's legs, much to her amusement. "We've got some additional attachments," said one of the puppet's operators. "We've been itching to try them out." One tendril snaked out and grabbed Ellie around the waist. Another wrapped itself round one of her wrists. She giggled mischievously. The puppet then appeared to pull at the chain, and Ellie was dragged backwards by her neck into the fleshy belly of Jabba. All the while, a photographer was busy clicking away, telling Ellie to look frightened, or to pretend to fight it off. She did as she was told, lapping it all up. At one point the photographer asked her part her knees, to allow the tail to come between them. For a moment a thought I should put this to a stop, as it appeared to be going too far. But then I remembered the burning question I had been asking myself in the car. Were the tail of the puppet to advance any further, than I might just establish if Ellie was wearing anything underneath. Against my better judgement, I waited. Ellie smiled at me, and I waved. She could barely move. The tail was between her thighs, and I could see it moving below the material of her costume. The photographer grasped the hem of the costume and moved it over Ellie's legs. Below was the green tail, poking out between her thighs. And above the tail, like a trophy or a competition prize, was a tiny brown bush. The photographer pressed his shutter, and the camera fired off several dozen shots in quick succession. Giving me an embarrassed glance, he said: "We can photoshop that out. Errr...over." They finally released Ellie, and I helped her up. "I think it's probably time to go?" I said. She looked like I'd stolen all her sweeties. "No? Not yet. I know. Let's go for a drink." She meant coffee, I thought, so was a bit surprised when we ended up in the conference bar. I sat her in a quiet corner, and got a cider for her, and a Jack Daniel's for me. She downed the drink in one, and forced me to get another. For some reason, this time I got her a pint, which she nearly drained in one. "Steady," I said, realising she wasn't used to it. She giggled. "Do you think he fucked her?" I almost spat out my drink. "What?" "Jabba the Hutt. Do you think he fucked Princess Leia?" "Why do you say that?" "I've always wondered?" "Have you?" "Yes. He makes her put on this costume, which gets everyone horny. And he's a bully, and he's the boss, and he can do whatever he wants." "That doesn't mean he would do that," I said. "Don't you think so? I think that's what the photographer was trying to do." "What?" "He was trying to show Jabba having sex with me. I mean Princess Leia. That's why he put his tail up near my pussy." "Err, now, Ellie, I'm not sure." "It's ok. I don't mind that everyone saw my pussy. It was nice." "Come on. We'd better get you home" "Oh just one more drink. And we haven't seen everything yet!" We had another, and then I followed her wiggling ass around the remainder of the stalls for the rest of the afternoon. I bought her a burger and chips, and a round of doughnuts for dinner, washed down with large volumes of coke in an attempt to get her semi-sober. Eventually I had to take a leak, but was reluctant to leave a slightly drunk semi-naked teenage girl alone. But the call of nature was strong, and I eventually found the gents at the other side of the conference hall. When I'd finished, Ellie was nowhere to be seen. I spent the next half an hour asking where Princes Leia was (highly amusing when you're dressed as Luke Skywalker) and was eventually told she was at the bar. My Geek Slavegirl Ellie was being chatted up by three men who had bought a round of drinks, and had stacked up another two rounds. They were totally captivated by her, as she rabbited away to them in her ninety miles an hour talk as she does. I watched them for a minute, and not once did they take their eyes of her breasts, stomach or legs. "There you are, sweety." I placed my hand on her shoulder, like a father would. "Time to be going." I marched her to the car as briskly as I could. "It felt nice. When his tail went on my pussy. It made me wet down there." She was staggering across the car park, and I started to wonder how I was going to explain her drunken state to her parents. I opened the back door of the car, and pushed her gently in. "Are you getting on the back seat with me, Harry? Are you going to play at being Jabba?" I almost came in my Skywalkers. Closing the rear door on Princess Ellie, I climbed in the drivers seat and gunned the engine. My hardness was straining painfully, and I kept bashing it with every turn of the steering wheel, as I negotiated our way out of a packed carpark. She chatted from her reclining position on the back seat, on and on, none stop at a million words a minute. "I'm soooo glad you took me, Harry." She threw her arms around me and round the driver's seat. "Did you enjoy taking me?" "I...err..had a good time." "I really like your costume. Did you like mine?" "I..yess..." "Do you think I looked nice in it?" "Ohhh...err..yes..." "Pretty?" "Yess...of course..." "Pretty, or very pretty?" "Err...very pretty." "Do you think I was sexy?" "Er..." "I think lots of the men there thought I was sexy." Her hands had slipped down to my chest. "The men who were buying me lots of drinks thought I was sexy. They kept telling me." "It's probably a good job I came back when I did then." "They wanted me to go back to their room with them so they could take some pictures of me. Would you have liked to seen some of them?" "I...errr...well..." "I don't mind if you do. I don't mind if you thought I'm sexy. You're a man too. And you've see more of me than they have. Did you like it when you saw me?" "What? I er...what do you...?" "When you saw my tits, Harry? Did you like it? When I was in hospital I dropped my sheet so you could see them. I thought you'd like it. Seeing me. My tits." Her hands worked themselves over my chest. "I've got big tits, you know. You've seen them." By now I could barely drive straight. I was praying there would be no Police to pull me over and breathalyse me for being under the influence of Ellie. "I need to pee. Can we stop here, Harry?" I pulled into a service station, and helped her to the ladies. It was dark and getting late, and luckily there was nobody around to see a very pissed Princes Leia stumble into the dirty toilet behind the petrol station. Moments later she emerged with the bottom half of her costume twisted round to one side, giving me an extended view of the whole of her left leg, and her tiny beautiful brown bush. Taking her by the hand, I led her exposed body back to the car, and eased her on to the back seat. She lay there with her legs open, displaying her heavenly temptations to me. Her ankle was caught in the doorjam, and I had to lift it up and away from me to clear the doorway. This exposed her even more, and she giggled, staring at me as I was unable to tear my eyes away from the most exquisitely shaped pussy I had ever seen. A subtle fuzz of brown ran alongside each lip, spreading over her skin toward her crotch. I couldn't work out if that were natural, shaved, or waxed, but it was perfect; a natural Brazilian. Her pink lips were swollen and engorged with blood under the effects of alcohol, protruding from her thin layer of fur. They glistened and shone in the lamplite, inviting and begging to be explored. I took off my Jedi's hooded robe and threw it over her, before closing the rear passenger door. I took several lungfulls of chilly night air, slapped myself across the cheeks, and gave another firm adjustment to my crotch. For the remainder of the journey, Ellie was quiet. Every now and then I glanced back, and saw that she had fallen into a deep sleep. I figured that would do her good, and perhaps she would be a little more sober for her parents. But about ten minutes from home, I began to hear little moans and gutteral groans coming from the back seat. I thought at first she was going to be sick. "Ellie. Ellie? Ellie, are you allright? Do you want me to stop the car?" There was no reply from the back seat, so I glanced over my shoulder. She was spread-eagled, with a leg on the rear parcel shelf. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, and her mouth half open. Her hand was pushed firmly under her waistband and I could just see vigorous movement under the material of her costume. "Oh dear God," I muttered to myself, as my cock tried its best to self-detonate. She was still fingering herself as I pulled the car into the driveway, only now her groans had turned into cries. How the hell was I expected to explain to her parents that their daughter was drunk, semi-naked and masturbating to the point of orgasm on the back seat of my car? I switched off the engine and killed the headlights. It was late, about midnight, and the only light on was upstairs. The family had gone to bed. I opened the back door and leant in. She shrieked, and with the interior light of the car I saw her abdominal muscles tense and relax, tense and relax. Another shriek, this time even louder, and I was convinced she would wake her parents, who were probably just drifting off to sleep in their bedroom with cups of cocoa. I closed the passenger door and leant further over her. "Ellie. Ellie, we're home," I whispered. "Ohhhhh!" She shrieked again, and instinctively in a panic, I clamped my hand over her mouth. Her eyes opened wide, and suddenly her hands began flailing wildly around. Somehow one of her hands hit my groin and my hips thrust forward all on their own, pinning her hand to the car seat underneath my swollen cock. She continued her struggle, eyes wide and frantically staring at me. Her hand moved, its palm pressing on the upper half of my cock. She let out a stifled moan. "Ellie. Shhhhh. Shhhhhhhhhh." I tried to calm her. I saw her looking down at my crotch and I realised I'd been humping her hand. My hips had a life of their own and I willed them to stop. But it felt so good. Her tiny palm pressed against my stiffness with only my canvas trousers and cotton boxers between them. I looked down at her body, her beautiful round breasts encased in the Leia bikini, the curve of her skinny waist, her pale skin stretched over a perfect tummy, the waistband of her costume, and then...and then...those pink, moist, glistening lips. Revealed by the spread of her legs they looked more enticing then ever. I swear I could see them rippling like waves, beckoning me, calling. While I held her mouth and her head firmly down against the back seat of the car, my other hand reached out to caress her mound. Her fur was like velvet, her silky soft skin was hot as my middle finger slipped between her hot folds. She moaned under my hand while at the other end my middle finger slipped its way through the warmth and into the darkness of her tight crack. Her pelvis lifted to meet me, while her head rocked left and right as if trying to free itself of the bond of my other hand. But I held her face tightly. I couldn't let us be discovered like this. Slowly I worked at her, my finger taking over from what hers had started. Her moisture flooded out and I was able to slip my first finger into her as well. Then my thumb found her raised bud. With one flick she spasmed, her hips thrusting up, her tummy muscles tensing, lurching clean off the back seat of the car. She tore her head away from my hand. "Uuuuurrrgghhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The sound was the most erotic I have ever heard. Another flick from my thumb produced a similar reaction, and a third sent her over the edge, her whole body spasming and contorting, convulsing like two hundred and forty volts had passed through her vulva. She lay there, collapsed, panting, tiny glistening sweat-beads forming over her upper lip. I pulled the drawstring from my Jedi costume, and let it fall. Ellie licked her lips, staring around her, trying to re-orientate herself. I loosened my boxers and pulled them down, loosing my balance and falling on top of her. "Harry," she said my name, and electricity shot through me. I kissed her lips, hard, unforgiving, my tongue prising apart her mouth and worming its way past her teeth, seeking out her tongue to mate with it. I held her head with one hand, and whilst I ravaged her mouth, I loosened the top half of her bikini costume with my other. I felt her breast, huge and soft beneath my fingers. Squeezing and pummelling it made her groan so beautifully. I felt her nipple springing up, erect to meet my palm. And suddenly I had to see them again. The most beautiful aspect of this beautiful, fuckable young girl - her maiden breasts. They lie exposed below me. Her left nipple pert and round. "God, you're perfect," I whispered, and dived in to feast on her right breast. She moaned, loudly: "Nnneeeeeeeoooogghhhhhh." My hand clamped itself over her mouth. And my cock found her slit. Lifting myself up to gaze down, I saw my cock head pushing against her flaps. We were both coated in her own juices. She struggled against me, eyes wide, terrified. A little rabbit. I whispered: "I'm sorry, Ellie." I pushed and my cock dived for her depths. "I'm so sorry." Her cry was as if in pain and alarm: "Aaaarrrggghhhhhhh..." Her hips rose to meet mine as I bucked away. With each stroke I penetrated further. By my fifth I had bottomed out, my cock head impacting on her cervix. I exploded inside her, the gush of my pent-up semen hitting her flesh like a flame thrower. I thrust and held, digging my feet into anything they could lock on to, pushing myself and my seed as deep inside her as I could. I held her tightly with every muscle, my hand clamping firmly over her nose and mouth to prevent her revealing our predicament. When finally I was spent, I collapsed, exhausted on top of her. I kissed her face, her ears, her hair and her neck. Her smell was still intoxicating, her breathing fast and somehow erotic. "I'm so sorry, Ellie." I whispered my shame into her ear. What was to become of me now? My career in ruins? Divorce? A beating from her father? A jail sentence for rape? I looked into her face; glazed, shocked, but beautiful. I lifted myself up, and began to withdraw my foul and offending pole from her yielding slit. "No!" She gasped, and wrapped her legs around my waist. "Not yet. I need more. Don't stop." Her eyes stared into mine, lips slightly parted. I could feel her shallow and rapid breath on my lips. I could feel her muscles inside her working on me. "Fuck me more. Please. Jabba, fuck me." Our lips and tongues locked. I felt her hands on my back, her nails digging my skin as they worked their way lower and lower to my ass. I could feel myself swelling inside her once more, becoming hard and ready. My thrusts began, this time slower, with more control. Each one a long stroke, removing myself almost completely from her snatch, before slamming her like a piston into the car seat. "Aarrgghh...aarrgghh...aarrgghh..." she cried, her face contorted, agony and pleasure mixing together. My mouth opened and bit into the side of her neck, devouring her whole. "Ohhhhhaaaaagggghhhhh!" Bite after bite I took out of her, down her neck, across her shoulder, her collar bone, before I reached my prize - her breast. I was no less gentle with her precious orb, and I bit. My teeth found her sweet flesh, and then, the succulent cherry atop. Her scream was even louder: "Ohhhhhhhhaaaaaaagggggggg. Fuck me, Jabba! Fuck me!" I can never recall fucking a woman so hard as I fucked Ellie. Every ounce of muscle I had focused into pounding her tender flesh, pulverising her as raw meat. For that is all she was to me at that point; raw, fleshy pussy, mine for taking and consuming. A slave underneath her master. Minute after minute I thrust, harder and harder, faster and faster, before I swear my whole body would explode. I was slipping further off the car seat with each thrust, and every now and them I would have to re-position myself for optimum invasion of my slave girl. Clearly she had now given herself to me. Her legs spread wide, her head back and mouth open, she offered no resistance. But I had to have more. If I had explored her depths now, I wanted deeper. Taking each of her long, slender legs, I lifted them in turn up and over my shoulders. Her feet scraped the roof of the car. Roughly, I pulled her hips toward me. Ellie gasped, her eyes even wider, unaware of the assault I was about to commit. Leaning forward I humped her with all my might. Her scream must have been heard across town. "Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggghhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuucck! Fuuuuck." On and on I pumped her, pounding and grinding away with my rock hardness, mashing her moist soft innards with devastation. "You like that, you dirty bitch!" "Ohhhhhhh. Yessssss. Fuck me, Jabba. Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!" "Whose cunt am I fucking?" "Mine. You're fucking my cunt!" "Wrong!" I slammed even harder. "Aaaarrrghhhhh!" "It's MY cunt, slave. Mine!" "Yesssss. It's your cunt, Jabba! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck your cunt! Harder. Harder!!" We were both locked together, bouncing around the whole of the car. I was close to my own climax as I struck her with speed and strength. Finally, I could feel her orgasm rising from the pit of her stomach. "Fuck it, Jabba! Fuck it! Come on! Come on! COME ONNNNN!!" Her last words were screamed in a deafening shout of passion, agony, ecstasy, and sheer violence. Her nails gouged my back, and her inner muscles grabbed at my shaft, pumping and milking every last drop of my seed as I emptied my balls into her for a second time. Her lithe body convulsed beneath me, limbs wrapped around me, cry upon cry piercing my eardrum, before finally her mind could take no more of the sensory overload. As I came down, I kissed her softly, whispering her name. She was barely breathing, an unresponsive fuck-toy that had been worn out. I had used her, spent myself entirely inside her, and she had used every last quantum of energy keeping up, keeping me up, and keeping her master satisfied. I wiped my cock clean on her thighs, and dressed myself hurriedly. I adjusted her costume, draping my cloak over her wrecked body. If anyone saw us now, she had simply passed out after too much alcohol. I gazed at her loveliness for a few more moments, before she stirred, looking around, confused and disorientated. I was scared that she might cry rape, but as she beamed a big, drunken smile at me, and leant forward to stroke my cheek, I knew all was ok with her. I dragged her out of the car, and supported her with her arm round my shoulder, practically carrying her to the front door. Her teeth chattered away in the chill of the night air. "Listen, Ellie. You can't say anything. Not to anyone. Do you understand?" "Are you fucking kidding me? If my mum finds out, I'm dead." "Good. Good." We reached the front door, and she hunted around for a front door key she'd left in a potted plant. "Look, Ellie. I'm really sorry. But I didn't use birth control." She shrugged. "No worries." "No worries? Aren't you worried about getting pregnant." She considered this for a second. "I'll just sneak out tomorrow and go to the doctors. He'll give me a morning after pill. He has to. He's done it before." "What?" So little virgin Ellie wasn't a virgin after all. I was partly relieved, and partly pissed off as my fantasy of taking her virgin pussy had just evaporated. She stared at me for a moment, then grinned. "I might look like a geek but I'm not a fucking virgin, you know." She kissed me politely on the cheek, inserted the key in the lock, and slipped inside. For a few weeks I was a nervous wreck, half expecting a knock on the door from her father, or my wife coming home and slapping me across the face. But nothing happened, and when I caught the eye of Ellie's mum in the supermarket a few months later, she smiled at me and waved. I waved back, and gave a relaxed smile, before Ellie's mum disappeared out of site behind a wall of coffee jars. Suddenly, Ellie was there, sauntering toward me, hand in hand with a tall, bespectacled, gangly lad. As she walked past, she threw a glance my way, and with most seductive smile, she said: "Behold, the mighty Jabba!" And then she was gone. Swinging her ass down the isle.