1 comments/ 11989 views/ 0 favorites Fucked Over Ch. 01 By: CGDavid His name was Dave, at least that's what he told her. They met in a bar, seated next to each other. She spoke up when he asked the bartender if he could turn up the sound on the hockey game playing on the television. The woman told Dave that she was a Flyers fan. Dave said he just watched the games for the fights. The woman told him that her name was Jillian. When the left together, the Flyers had just scored. Dave was hoping for the same thing. In the car, things turned out better than he could have hoped. Jillian couldn't keep her hands to herself, except for when she was fingering her pussy. She told Dave that she was highly sexual and he didn't really have to get a motel room; they could do it right there in the car. Even on it. Dave's hands sweaty on the wheel, her hands inside of his pants and stroking his cock, he barely managed to pull into a motel parking lot. Jillian pulled her hand out of his fly, only to allow him to go in and register for a room. She laughed at Dave as he walked away, knowing that his fly wasn't zipped up. By the time he had returned, Jillian was out of her clothes and leaning against the door, her fingers buried in her hairless sex, her tongue writhed in the corner of her mouth as she worked herself. They drove to the designated room. As he went to unlock the door, he felt her naked body pressing against him from behind and then felt his pants pulled down and then his underwear. They were still outside the room. Her hand was around his cock and they basically fell into the room. The room was the average motel room, a lamp on top of a dresser, a single bed, a bathroom off to the side. The carpet underneath them was a shag style and she laughed at the coincidence. Jillian took hold of his cock and slid it into herself. She rode him up and down for about ten strokes before she felt him shooting up inside of her. And that was the end of that for a while. There was a heavy silence, broken only when she went into the bathroom and peed, then washed herself. When she came back, Dave was laying on the bed. "I'm sorry," he told her. She sat on the bed and then laid down next to him, her hand burying itself in his chest hair. "For what?" she asked as she played with the hair. She loved a man with chest hair and considered telling him that, helping him feel better about himself. "You know," he said, starting to turn away. "Fuck it, Dave," Jillian said, taking his face in her hands and kissing him romantically, no tongue. "It doesn't matter. We've got all night." She put her hand in his chest hair again and he hugged her to his side. She rested her head on his chest and then something occurred to her. "What did you say you did for a living again?" she asked, not removing her head to do so. "Sales Associate," he told her. "Glorified clerk then?" she asked with a smile and a kiss to one of his nipples. "Bingo!" There was a pause and then, Jillian said, "I kinda lied about my job. And my name. And pretty much everything else." It took a moment for him to process what she was saying. One of his hands was edging toward her pussy and the other was just about to touch her tits when they stopped. And then he was off the bed and searching for his pants. It never occurred to him to turn the light on and he was just lucky that there wasn't much furniture to get hurt on. As it was, he stubbed his toe on the bed frame. "Wait!" Jillian called out, sitting on the edge of the bed. "What the fuck's the matter?" He was still searching the floor, trying to ignore the pain in his foot. "Are you underaged or something?" he asked her. Her voice rose an octave when she asked, "What?" And then she let loose a mighty laugh, one that didn't really fit her body. "Christ!" she said. "I haven't been underaged in about ten years." She kept laughing, falling back on the bed, holding her convulsing stomach. Dave gave up his search and stood there, watching her for a moment. He didn't think it was very funny but he didn't know what to do except watch her. Her legs were spread wide open, her hairless sex gleamed in what little light there was in the room. He walked to the edge of the bed and knelt and stuck his tongue right up her twat. She felt it probing her and, in a very short time, she was wet and bucking against his face. He twirled his tongue and found her clit, flicking it back and forth until she was gripping the sheets and crying out loud. Christ, I'm going to come! she thought and then said it, using her hands to try to pry Dave off of her but he refused to budge. And then she was coming, her hot liquid pouring out, coating Dave's face and tongue. He kept lapping at her and she kept coming. She didn't think she would ever stop. Finally, her orgasm subsided and Dave was next to her, kissing her, letting her taste herself. It was a sweet, fruity taste. A little bit later, she reciprocated and gave him a blow job until he shot his load down her throat, which she promptly swallowed. As they recovered, they talked some more. Jillian's real name was Rebecca Daltry. She wasn't a secretary but a grifter, specializing in the short con and pickpocketing and stuff like that. Dave laughed. Rebecca hit him with pillow. "What so damn funny?" she asked him. "Other than the fact that I can't see you doing some of that stuff?" he asked. "I have my own confession." "And?" "I'm not just a sales associate. I'm a thief by night." She looked at him like he was making fun of her but he kept a straight face, his eyes dead serious. "When do you find time to sleep?" Rebecca asked him. "Well, that's what I thought we were going to do tonight." He laughed again. She grabbed the pillow, straddled him and playfully tried to smother him. Eventually, though, she settled for sliding his cock inside of herself and riding him to a mutual orgasm. Morning came quickly and, after a little playful teasing, they emerged from the room. Since Rebecca had left her clothes in the car, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. When he opened the passenger door, she discarded it, tossing the towel on the ground and sliding onto the front seat. She really didn't give a damn what anyone thought. As he drove away from the motel, Rebecca asked him if he wanted to finger her again and, while he would have loved to, he told her that he should really concentrated on the road. So, instead, she did herself, moaning and noticing how she'd gotten under his skin. To be continued... Fucked Over Ch. 02 After getting thoroughly fucked over by Jon and the guys, Jay sought out revenge. Although Brianna played a part in it, Jay understood that Brianna was a pawn in Jon's demonic plan. After several months of planning things seemed to fall into place for Jay. "Oh baby, yeah. Give it to me. I want it so bad, Jon. I fucking want your horse dick so bad." Brianna had become Jon's personal slut 24/7. Her tits and ass were for the pleasure of his groping. Her pussy, asshole and mouth were holes for his dick to fuck. And her face was a target for his dick to shoot cum at. Her hands were used to jerk him off. And she had loved every minute of it the few months after the incident. However, as the months passed by, Brianna came to realize that Jon didn't really love her at all. Jon bent Brianna over at his waist and shoved her head into the dryer and pulled down her crusty, white thong. He shoved his massive cock into her asshole. "Oh yeah, bitch. Tell me you love my dick in your ass." "Oh I love it, Jon. I, I, ahh." In the midst of Jon's cock being rammed into Brianna's tight asshole, she felt the urge to let out a little gas. "Did you just fart on my dick?" "I'm sorry, baby." "Sorry? You fucking dirty cunt. Now I have the scent of your dirty, smelly asshole on my dick. You filthy skank, get on your knees and suck off the stink." "Oh come on, baby. I really am sorry. You're not going to make me do that are you?" With that, Jon yanked Brianna out of the dryer and smacked her across the face. He nailed her in the stomach and threw her down to her knees. He tried to force her face on his cock but she kept her lips tight shut. He then pinched her nose. After thirty seconds she opened up and Jon shoved her mouth on his cock. He roughly bounced her head on his cock. He had a handful of her dirty blonde hair and constantly shoved it up and down on his rock hard dick. "Suck it you dumb bitch. Lick your smelly ass fart off my dick." Brianna had no other choice but to voraciously suck off the bastard. He treated her like dirt yet she kept coming back for more. She wanted his cock too much but finally she may have reached a boiling point. After several minutes Jon was ready to cum and he pulled her head off of his dick shot wads off spunk on her face. Brianna put the cum on her fingers and licked it off as well as the remaining cum on his cock. Brianna had enough for one day and wanted to go home but Jon wasn't done. "Where do you think you're going, bitch? We're not done here. Don't think for one second that you're not getting a taste of your own medicine." With that Jon grabbed Brianna's head and shoved it up his ass and let out a long, nasty atomic fart. "Ahh smells like rotten eggs. You like that you nasty piece of shit. If you ever do that to me again, I'll make you drink my piss. Now get the fuck out of my house." Jon dragged Brianna, who was in tears, out the back door and tossed her into a big pile of dog shit. Jon had huge dogs that took a lot of shit. The dogs like to pile it all in one spot. "Eat it! Hahaha!!" Jon shut the door and then opened it up. "Oh and take your nasty, crusty thong with you. Go clean your pussy you dirty slut. I think you have vaginitis or something and I'm not sticking my cock in it until you clean it. Get the fuck off my property, you piece of trash!!!" Brianna ran off crying. She had to get back at Jon. And she knew who to go to. Brianna went home, got cleaned up and schemed up a plan. The next day she went to go visit Jay. "What the fuck do you want?" "I'm sorry, Jay. Steve told me everything. He told me how Jon fucked you over and how he manipulated me." "Yeah I know. He told me that he told you about it 2 months ago. Why are you only telling me this now?" "I'm sorry, baby, but I just fell in love with his cock. I got excited early on when he treated me like his personal slut. But I've had enough. I don't mind being a slut but I don't want to be treated like dirt. So now I want to get back at him. You have to help me, baby." "No way. Get lost. I never want to see you again." "Okay. I'll go." Brianna headed towards the door and Jay turned his back to her. But suddenly she grabbed a baseball bat on the floor and struck Jay in the head. Brianna quickly dragged Jay into the bed room and undressed him. She took off his shirt and saw his rock hard abs and muscular, tight torso. She rubbed her hands all over and then took off his pants and underwear. While still rubbing her hands over his chest she began sucking off Jay voraciously. The tight-mouthed slut bobbed her head up and down. She closed her lips tight on the head and sucked real hard. After a few minutes Jay woke up to Brianna's cock sucking. "You fucking stallion. Let me ride your horse, baby." Brianna mounted Jay and took him for a ride. Fucked Over Ch. 02 They celebrated their first con together with an expensive dinner. Rebecca couldn't get over the fact that the old man had simply handed her a stack of cash, $10,000 total, to "help out an orphanage". She and Dave had done their research well, finding Jerome Hill and his history. Which included having grown up in a boys' home from the age of six when both of his parents had died in a car accident, leaving him without any immediate family to go to. Soft spots were the best way to hit a mark and they'd definitely found Jerome Hill's. At first, the old man had whipped out his checkbook, willing to give well over the $10K that he did give. But Rebecca knew the banking rules thanks to September 11th and she didn't want to take any chances, making something up on the fly about how cash was preferable to a check. The old man had shrugged, went to a wall safe and pulled out the stack of money. Rebecca had laughed all the way back to the car where Dave had been waiting for over a half hour. He'd looked at his watch repeatedly and thought that she might have been caught, that Jerome Hill might have been on the phone with the police and they were simply waiting for them to arrive. When she came through the door, pausing to thank the old man once more, Dave wiped the back of his hand across his brow. It was by no means hot out; he'd simply been sweating through his worries. Rebecca got in, slid next to him and peeled through the cash. "Easier than taking candy from...well you know," she said. Dave smelled her perfume and dug his face into her neck, kissing her, nipping at her skin. "What do you want to do now, baby?" she asked him. He could think of a few things but first, he wanted to spend some of that cash before Jerome Hill realized he had been scammed. ************ They walked back to the car, Dave held the door open for Rebecca and she thanked him. He ran back around the front of the car and got in behind the wheel. "Now what?" he asked. After a moment, she smiled. "What?" he queried, his eyebrows raised. The what was a house that sat on a plot of land that stretched as far as Dave could see. The house was larger than any he'd seen before, its dark brick facade making it appear as if it was disappearing in the setting sun. There was light streaming through every window, which were too numerous to count. Rebecca came to the main entrance and motioned Dave to join her before she took the door knocker in her hand and rapped. It was answered by a woman in a red slip dress. This woman, whom Dave would come to know as Marissa, was hotter than hot. The red slip dress was cut high enough on both sides that Dave knew she either wasn't wearing panties or it was a thong. It was cut low enough in front that he could see plenty of skin beneath her cleavage. Her face was gorgeous and Dave had an immediate perverse thought that he'd love to see it coated in his come. Her lips were red and without lipstick. Her eyes were of a green thta he'd never seen before. Her smile was white and seemingly flawless and her hair was raven black and fell below her shoulders to about mid-back. She was tall but not towering. Dave figured her for about six feet, beating him by two inches. Rebecca kissed the woman on both cheeks but without much feeling and Dave got the impression that the feeling was mutual on Marissa's side of things. Rebecca introduced Dave to her and the woman extended a hand that was so very smooth. He felt like kissing it and did so, drawing a blush from her cheeks. Marissa invited them into the house proper, ushering them through a set of double doors. When she opened them, Dave's breath caught in his throat. Inside, an orgy was in full swing. Here, a woman on her knees, taking it from behind by a man whose cock was so long that there were still a good three inches outside of her when he pushed inside of her. His balls were tight and his head was thrown back. The woman was gripping a patch of the carpet underneath them and she was moaning quite loudly. Every couple thrust, she looked back at him and said, "Give me your fucking cock!" Elsewhere, a group of six men stood before a woman, who was on her knees but this time facing them. Each had a hand around their cocks, ranging in size, each pumping away. A few of them were grunting but the majority kept silent as they sweated and labored up to their come. Bukkake, Dave seemed to remember it being called. In the corner of the room, a woman was hoisted in a swing and receiving oral pleasure from another woman. A pair of lovers looked on, wearing nothing but drinking champagne. A couple was laying down on one of the three couches, the man thrusting in and out of her from behind. There was a table near a couple patio doors and there were two men seated at the table, getting blow jobs from two other men, while on the table, a woman was being fucked from behind by another woman wearing a strap-on. Amazing to Dave was that the table contained all of the place settings and that, somehow, the two women were able to maintain their spot in the middle of the table. Also amazing was the fact that the table had not collapsed, even with the slight size of the women. On a set of stairs that was in the middle of the room, running to another level, various couples of both sexes were either fucking or sucking. Dave looked over at Rebecca, who shrugged, then at Marissa, whose smile continued to linger. Rebecca kissed Dave on the cheek and went up the stairs. Marissa sidled up to Dave and asked him if he liked what he was seeing. Dave could hardly speak. This was the first time that he'd actually seen an orgy outside of porn videos. First difference that he noticed was that there were more people here than there ever were in porn video orgies. The sounds of sex continued on, women moaning and screaming out the names of their lovers. It drove Dave's erection to further hardness. "You're welcome to join in, if you wish," Marissa's voice sounded in his ear. Her mouth was tantalizingly close and her breath hot against his skin. He wanted her the moment he'd walked in the door but he had no idea how to tell her. "Of course, you can watch, too, if that's your thing." Marissa started to move off, taking down the straps of her dress. Dave felt his hand move on impulse. He touched her naked back and then grabbed her by a shoulder. He turned her back towards him. Her dress was down in front, her breasts exposed. They were quite large but didn't appear to be fake. Dave didn't see any scars. He put a hand on either side of her head and kissed her, his tongue raked across her lips. She parted her lips and both of their tongues wrapped around each other, searching and finding. The sounds around them started to fade as Dave pulled his clothes off and Marissa allowed the dress slide to the floor. Her cunt was shaved and she had a tattoo of a black rose just above her opening. She looked down at his cock and licked her lips then, suddenly, she halted. "Before we fuck," she said, "there's something I always make my lovers do." Dave smiled. Whatever it was, he could handle it, he thought. To win a prize like her hairless pussy, he could handle it. He figured it was something as simple as rolling a condom on or having him eat her out. He thought maybe, possibly, it could be something kinky like tying her up or her using a whip on him. Marissa reached down and grabbed hold of his cock and then he thought perhaps she was going to jack him off. Instead, she walked forward and pulled him along with her. She led him over to the table where the strapped-on woman was now being fucked by the other woman, with the same strap-on dildo. The two men who had been getting blow jobs had blown their loads all over the two other men. Marissa leaned down and tapped one of the blowers on his shoulder. Suddenly Dave didn't think this was such a good idea. "Dave," Marissa said. "This is Marc. Marc, darling, Dave is one of Rebecca's friends. Dave wants to fuck me." Marc smiled. "Who doesn't?" he said, looking the naked woman up and down. Dave felt like he'd fallen into another dimension. Did Marissa need this guy's permission to be able to fuck him? "Is this your first time?" Marc asked Dave. "First time?" Dave didn't quite understand what he meant. Orgy, yes. First time with a woman? There was no such thing as a male virgin, was there? "It's his first time," Marissa's sweet voice said. Dave felt she'd struck a conspiratorial tone. She still had his cock in her hand and, even though Dave knew he was still hard, he felt as if he had shriveled up. What was going on here? Marissa reached past the woman being fucked on the table and dipped her hand in a bowl that contained condoms. She grabbed one, tore the plastic open with her teeth. "Looks like cherry," she said. "How appropriate." She looked Dave in the eye. "You're in for a treat." She pumped Dave's cock once or twice, handed Marc the condom and then dropped Dave's cock so that it hung by itself. She walked away, seemingly disappearing into thin air. Dave knew it was impossible but, as he turned in a widening circle, he couldn't find her anywhere. Dave turned back to Marc and said, "I'm not letting you fuck me, if that's what you think." Marc raised his eyebrows, as if shocked at Dave's outburst and then he laughed. "Not how it works, pal," he said. "I'm not going to fuck you. In fact, I'm not going to do much of anything. You're going to suck my cock. Or you're not getting anywhere near Marissa." To Be Continued...