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Tuesday Night

By: Calpurnia



Kara had gathered every candle in the apartment she could find that night and placed them all in congregations along the window ledge and sink in the bathroom. She'd lit them meticulously as she waited for the water to fill the tub, disrobed, and performed her customary check of her body in the mirror. Now, finally, she could relax and let the hot water melt away all the tensions of the past week.

After a quick test for temperature with her toe, she crawls into the hot water, immersing her body in the warm, scented pool. I wonder if he'll be home at a decent hour tonight, she thinks, closing her eyes and sinking further down into the water. Concentrating on the rumbling the water from the faucet creates as it hits the standing water in the tub, her thoughts never stray: Jason. As the bath numbs her skin, she imagines his body, the touch of his lips and fingertips. After what seems like an eternity, Kara's daze is finally broken by the creak of the front door. 

"Bloody hell." 

He's home, a jolt, and she's out of her trance and sits up slightly in the bath. His footsteps echo through the hallway. 

"Jason, I'm in the bathroom, okay...I'll be out in a little..."

Suddenly, the door creaks open and his blond head peeks through the opening before he steps inside the room. Kara can't help but be startled as Jason's form slides through the door. After a moment she decides to speak.

"What's wrong?" she pouts, "You sounded upset when you came in."

"Just those stupid bastards at the station, Kara." 

She watches as he walks to the sink, placing both hands on it, head hung in frustration. She moves to her knees, arms crossed at the edge of the tub, staring up at him. 

"It just makes me so damn angry...I don't know why I even work this job anymore."

Kara studies him as he opens the medicine cabinet to pull out some Tylenol and thinks of all the times she's sat up nights worrying about him, never sure when he'll be home. 

"What's wrong baby?" The question catches Kara off-guard, but she soon notices that Jason's been studying her troubled expression as he unbuttons his shirt. 

"Oh, I was just thinking about how you work too much," Kara replies softly as she shifts positions again in the water. 

"I know," he rejoins resignedly, "but you know..."

"Yes, I know."

Sliding further into the water, Kara lets her eyes flutter to a close while massaging her temples with her fingers. Jason gazes at her glistening body wistfully before he tilts his head back to swallow the Tylenol. She keeps her eyes closed tight to hold back the tears as he strides over to her, leans down and kisses her forehead. Kara waits to open her eyes until she is certain he's left the room, after the creak of the door closing, after his footsteps have trailed off into their bedroom. 

She knows he's off to bed now. There's no telling what time it is, and he probably has to work early in the morning as well. The water ripples as Kara climbs gingerly out of the tub, the cool air sending a chill over her wet, now exposed skin. In a daze she dries off and wraps her trim, athletic body in her robe, pulls her hair back, and throws today's clothes in the hamper. Turning the light off, she steps out of the bathroom and treads lightly down the hall until she reaches the bedroom. 

Instead of entering the room, Kara lingers in the doorway. She can see the outline of Jason's body in the bed, the stack of papers in the floor—all of those documents he's been downloading all week—his shirt and pants crumpled in a pile next to the door. 


"I think I'm going to ask to be reassigned," his voice, though a low mumble, startles her. 

She wasn't expecting him to be awake.

"Why is that?" Kara asks, although she knows why, deciding to enter the room as she speaks. He makes no reply, he only turns over onto his back so he can see her. Kara smiles nervously as she stands beside her side of their bed and fumbles with the knot holding her robe around her. Finally loosening the knot, her robe falls to her feet and she crawls into the bed with him, naked, lying close to him for warmth. Turned on her side, she holds her head up with one hand, her other on his chest, stroking softly. 

"I understand," Kara replies, kissing his cheek. "What time do you work tomorrow?"

"I need to be there at seven. Probably should get up at 5:30 so I can catch the train."

She sighs and kisses his lips softly; Jason returns her kiss with one of his own. 

"I love you," she whispers as his touch creeps down her stomach. 

"You know I love you so much," his lips brush against hers again, and his hand roams down her side, resting on the curve of her hip. Kara kisses his cheek and his chin tenderly as her own hands began to roam over his body, tugging persistently at the elastic of his boxers. Jason smiles slyly at her, "Missed me, eh?"

"Oh, shut up," she responds, her retort followed by a giggle.

"I love the way you laugh."

Hovering over his nearly naked body, she kisses him again, long and deep before her roaming hands begin to explore him, his chest, stomach...and lower. She smiles at him as her fingers softly brush over the thin covering of his boxers, a touch to which he immediately responds. She smiles at him, eyes betraying her lust as she positions herself on all fours, kneeling over his body. Taking advantage of her position, Jason lets his hands roam over her round backside and the tight little pussy nestled between her parted legs while Kara kisses his chest softly. Her hardened nipples brush against him as she moves down his body, licking and teasing, and positions her face just above his cock.

She bends down lower and nuzzles her face against him, ass sticking up in the air. His boxers are a little wet now with precum, and Kara, excited as ever, stretches out her tongue to lick around the wet spot. Jason hooks his fingers around the waistband of his shorts anxiously, and Kara helps him slide them off and down his legs to reveal his marvelous erection. Wasting no time, Kara covers his erection with her tongue and she pulls him inside her mouth, forming her lips around his cock and dragging them slowly up and down the shaft. She catches his balls in her hand and carefully massages as she sucks gently, tasting his emission.

"Kara, oh god." His head is thrown back now, his chest, covered thinly with blond hair, heaving and the muscles of his belly taught as she sucks and strokes him. When he can take more he sits up and pulls Kara close to him again, lifting her up and laying her down on her back, his hands moving to her full, soft breasts, over her stiffened nipples. Leaning down, he takes one into his mouth, then the other, sucking like an infant as she squirms beneath him, her cunt throbbing now, brimmed with her juices. 

His hands and lips move down her smooth stomach, the flare of her hips, and Kara eagerly spreads her thighs for him, her vagina aching for his attention. Jason runs his finger over her labia, from bottom to top before kneeling down to return her favor. The lips of her pink vagina are spread, pouting for him, awaiting the touch of his warm tongue. His fingers spread her lips further before he delves his tongue deep inside of her, slipping in and darting among the folds and crevices. Her taste and smell enrapture him as he moves his attention to her clitoris, flicking his tongue against it rapidly as she writhes on the bed. Kara's body is bucking now; she squirms wildly as the moans and whimpers escape her throat in a quick succession of ecstasy. She and Jason both begin to feel the first of the spasms in her vagina, the tightening of her muscles as she struggles against the onrush. He stops for a moment and raises his head, kneeling over her and admiring her supple body beneath him as she looks up at him pleadingly. 

"Jason, please fuck me," Kara whispers, nearly begging. 

She needs him now, she wants his cock inside of her, fucking her, hard and deep. Still kneeling, holding his cock in his hand, Jason eases inside of her slowly and she opens herself to his fullness. Kara can't help but close her eyes and toss her head from side to side as he persistently works his way inside of her. He thrusts forward several times, and her legs encircle his back, hips lifting so he can push in deeper and deeper still. His strong hands firmly grip her hips and he pulls her onto him as he pushes into her. She moans his name as her body trembles, thighs quiver; she's panting now, struggling to keep her breath as the muscles inside of her grasp him, hold him in deep. She can feel his body tightening and his cock straining inside of her; the tension mounts, almost unbearable. 

"Baby, I'm going to come," he whispers raggedly, breathing heavy. Kara responds with a moan, her own body giving way, trembling in waves of pleasure as his hot semen fills her cunt. She reaches up and pulls his face to hers, kissing him tenderly and exploring his mouth with her tongue. Jason brushes the hair from her face, kisses her again and smiles. Kara flashes a smile right back at him. They both lie there for a few minutes before Kara breaks the silence.

"You know it's past your bedtime," she mocks, playfully. 

"And you know that you're a rotten little girl for keeping me up so late too," Jason replies, giving her a kiss on the lips before he rolls over onto his back beside her. 

"Okay, let's get some rest then," Kara says, nuzzling against him. She glances over at the clock on her nightstand and adds, "You need at least four hours."

Tuesday Night Music Club



She squinted at the sign across the alley from the car wash where her vintage Datsun was being detailed. Tuesday Night Music Club. She hadn't heard live music in years. She couldn't even get her husband to take her dancing. Maybe I could just wait there instead of out here, she thought.

She took a seat at the bar, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark.

The bar smelled of late afternoon, spilled beer and tobacco smoke. A middle class neighborhood hangout. The bartender was cutting lime wedges.

"Another fun day at the car wash."

"Excuse me?" she said looking at the man in a dull grey suit sitting a few stools away.

"Nothing, just making conversation. I saw you pull up in that little Datsun 240Z. Persimmon, right? You don't see them much anymore," he smiled.

"My husband gave it to me as a birthday present."

"Nice...Oh sorry...I'm Mac. Actually William, but I go by Mac."

"I'm Sharon...Mac...Why do you go by Mac?"

"It was on the uniform they gave me to wear on my first job. The name stuck. We both seem to be hanging onto a better past." 

Mac was in some ways plain ugly, thought Sharon, but ruggedly masculine. Big hands with thick fingers. As he talked he peeled the label from his beer. Annoying habit, she thought. But he had a confident manner, looked her right in the eye when he talked to her, and had a rumbling, easy laugh that caused her to melt in places ugly men didn't usually reach. She rebuked herself for being so shallow, and admitted she was not exactly a beauty queen, though she took good care of what she had. And so, she realized, did Mac.

A large, darkly tinted window looked out on the alley. She watched the car owners, dressed smartly in their business attire, walk out when called carrying their laptops and briefcases. They tipped the attendant, then climbed into their sparkling cars bound for somewhere useful, interesting, important or maybe just fun.

She was married to one of those people, but not part of that life. Home alone most of the time, bored silly. Maybe just once, I could be driving off to do something interesting or fun, she thought. Her reverie was broken when she saw her own pride and joy emerge from the car wash.

"Well, there's my car. Nice to meet you, Mac."

"Oh, hell. I was just enjoying our conversation. Wait a second."

He pulled out his cell phone and made a call.

"Manny, that 240Z you just finished detailing belongs to a friend. Take special care with it and park it by your office when it's done."

She looked at him, eyebrows raised

"Yes, I come here often," he smiles. "Please stay."

"OK, one more drink then I gotta go."

"Bobby! Another Bud and a Miller Lite for the lady."

He looked at her. "You don't smile much."

"I don't think that's any concern..."

"I wasn't being critical or anything, just...well, you look like someone who should be having fun, and maybe you're not."

"You don't seem to be the life of the party yourself...Mac."

He laughed. It was like an embrace. It warmed her and gave her goosebumps simultaneously, starting as a flush in her face and melting her...jesus, she thought, I think I'm getting a little damp.

"Maybe we should do something about it," Mac offered.

"I don't think so. I'm married and you could be a...anything."

"I could be, but I'm not. I am a pretty good dancer, though. My mom made me learn years ago. You like to dance? We could meet here later, separate cars, no strings, just an evening of fun before we go back to our exciting lives."

"I don't think so, Mac."

"Another beer, then?"

"No thanks...I better get going." She got up from the bar and headed out the door.

When she got to her car, she called her husband. She didn't know exactly why. He was traveling and they hardly ever checked in with one another even when he was in the office. The phone rang, then eventually went to voice mail. She didn't leave a message. 

She looked back towards the Club to see a couple entering. God, they look so happy. Why can't things just stay that way, she thought. She locked her car and went back into the Club.

"So what time does the live music start?" she asked Mac.

"About 8..."

She turned on her heels and walked back out the door.

"Sonofabitch..." exclaimed Mac to nobody in particular.

Mac was seated at the bar just after 8 pm when he felt a tap on his shoulder. 

"Come here often?" Sharon asked with a smirk.

He stood to greet her and to take in her beauty. "Yes, I do, but nothing like this has ever happened here before."

They found a booth near the dance floor and ordered drinks. The juke box was still playing, but the band was beginning to set up. They made small talk, and with the band's first number of the evening, Mac asked Sharon to dance.

He was a graceful innovative dancer. His mom taught him well, she laughed to herself. But she felt like a child in his arms, especially with her small hand in his huge paw. Despite the size difference, they fit together, though not too close, and moved together effortlessly. No groping, no hard-on waggling on her leg. Friends out for an evening just like he promised. 

They danced nearly every number, sitting out the juke box music between the band's sets. Between dancing and his non-stop conversation, the night went quickly. She couldn't remember every laughing so much. She couldn't even remember smiling as much.

"Let's do something a little crazy tomorrow," Mac offered at one break in the music.

"What? I haven't done 'crazy' since before I was married."

"I don't know. Maybe a road trip. Road trips are always fun."

They talked about all the places they could go, but Sharon realized she was getting a little too drunk to follow along and excused herself to the restroom. When she got back there was a fresh drink for her. Ginger ale with a twist. And more dancing. By the end of the evening, she was mostly sober, but exhausted. Mac walked her to her car, wanted assurances that she was OK to drive, and said goodnight.

The next morning, Mac called in sick to work, then called Sharon at 8. Shit, she thought, when did I give him my number. WHY did I give him my number? By the time she had arrived home, the road trip wasn't looking like such a good idea any more.

"Hi, sleepy head. Just a wake up call. I'll be there at 9."

"Oh, hey, uhh, Mac..."

"A day of fun, remember, Sharon. No strings. Just friends visiting the zoo and stuff."

"OK, sorry...I'm just..."

"I know...married. It's OK. If I was going to make a move, it would have been last night when you had had several mood enhancing refreshments and were spellbound by my magic feet. Besides, I don't really have any moves, Sharon. I'm just me, all the time." He laughed and that was enough.

"See you at 9," and she gave him directions to her house."

When she heard the single short tap on the horn, her pulse quickened. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door. 

"Where to?" he asked.

"Well, we never got that far in our planning, did we? Uhh...you mentioned the zoo on the phone. How about San Diego?"

"Sounds good," Mac gave her an appreciative glance, put the car in gear and headed out.

They talked casually during the 90 minute drive to San Diego. The talk of two acquaintances, not the talk of two people on a date. But she found herself picking topics and words that would elicit that incredible laugh, and flushed from head to toe when she was successful.

As they enjoyed the zoo, Sharon enjoyed Mac's company more and more. Usually reticent about sharing personal information, she began to volunteer information that Mac was too polite to ask about. During a late lunch she surprised herself by talking about her husband.

She met Jack when she was working as a dental assistant and he was a handsome new patient. They dated and she was smitten. Eventually they married. Going nowhere in business, Jack decided to go to law school. Between their meager savings and her job, he managed to get through school and get a job with a local law firm. But they were soon back to a single income when Sharon's boss retired and the economy took a dump. Jack convinced her to stay home, enjoy herself for awhile, and take care of the house. 

That was fun for a couple of months, then the isolation began to work on her. She missed the daily contact with people in the dental office. Missed the flirting and laughter. And she even missed Jack who as a new associate often traveled out of town to take depositions. Life seemed to be slipping away. She had worked most of her life and never really had any fun.

"Jeez, look at the time. We should be going."

"Do you have to get back tonight?"

She looked away with a lump in her throat, then felt strangely calm as she locked her eyes with his, "No, but you better take charge quick before I have time to think about it."

They left the restaurant and checked into a hotel on Mission Bay.

As soon as they entered the elevator, Sharon surrendered to Mac's strength, confidence and soothing words. Once in the room, he held her while she shook slightly from nerves. When she was calmer, he began to undress her. When she felt his big hands and thick fingers envelop her breasts she almost had an orgasm. Then she began to wonder if those thick fingers foretold the size of another appendage and she did have an orgasm.

When Sharon was completely naked, she unbuttoned Mac's shirt , undid his belt and pulled his pants down. She instinctively ran her hand over his bulge noting that his thickness extended everywhere important. She lay back on the bed and let Mac peel his underwear down for her. Oh my, she thought, I probably should have thought this through more when I saw his hands.

Mac made love like he danced; he was playful and inventive. He was sometimes funny to ease the sexual tension, but he never broke it. Jack was going to have a very hard act to follow when he got home.

They lay there in the afterglow of their first time.

"I never laughed during sex before."

"It can be a man's worst nightmare."

"It should never be yours. It was beautiful, Mac."

"Sex with Jack wasn't that great. Did you ever read the book, 'One Minute Manager'?"

"Yeah. In some forgettable marketing class in college."

"Jack took it to heart. It worked at the office, so he used it in the bedroom."

Mac laughed his glorious laugh. Not at Jack, but with Sharon's telling of it. Mac didn't laugh at other people.

When they awoke the next morning, Sharon had no recriminations. Except for having no toothbrush, and no change of clothes. Mac called the desk for two toothbrushes. After a leisurely shower together, they put themselves back together as best they could.

"You know, Mac...if I had some clean underwear...we could stay another night." 

They spent the morning shopping at the attached mall on her husband Jack's credit card. Fruit of the Loom and a new shirt for Mac. Victoria's Secret and a sundress for her. And shoes. And a small matching purse. And a couple of costume bracelets—what the hell.

Sharon was starting to have fun.

On the elevator ride back to the room, Sharon was suddenly all over Mac. She told him to stop the elevator and fuck her right there and then. 

"OK," then Mac looked at a small glass eye in the elevator and said, "Could you guys shut this camera off for a little while so we can have some privacy?" Sharon's mortified expression brought on his laugh, and she joined him.

When they got to the room, it hadn't been made up yet, so they hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the door and spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, fucking, talking, laughing, getting room service, and fucking some more.

Mac again called the desk, this time for fresh towels. After another shower together they went out for a nice dinner wearing their new clothes, all thanks to Jack.

When they returned to the hotel, they went immediately to the lounge and danced away the rest of the night. Too exhausted to do anything else, she slept the sleep of the dead, comfortable in Mac's arms.

Next morning her cell phone awoke her.

"Hello, Jack," Sharon answered with resignation in her voice. She had to talk to him sooner or later.

"Where are you? The house is a mess and dishes are piled in the sink. You know how that puts me off."

"I've been gone two days, Jack, and you call to find out why the house is a mess?"

"I just got back this morning on the Red Eye. You knew I was coming home today."

"Good for you, Jack. Wash the dishes while you're there." She hung up. When he called right back she threw the phone in the trash can.

"Most people just hang up," said Mac.

She laughed without humor. "My husband. Looking for the maid. I have to go home, Mac."

The ride back was quiet. A lot had changed in little more than 48 hours. And a lot more had yet to change when she got home. Sharon and Mac exchanged sympathetic smiles occasionally, but the mood had crashed and they didn't know how to get it back.

He pulled into her driveway. "I'll call you in a couple of days and make sure you're OK."

"I threw my phone away, remember?"

"Yeah, well, it's the only number I know for you, so...here," he said handing it to her and laughing a much more subdued laugh.

"Dear sweet Mac...thanks...for saving my life."

She dropped the shopping bag with her dirty clothes in the bedroom then plopped down dejectedly on the bed. She was still there when Jack got home that evening. He went ballistic when she told him, point blank, she wanted a divorce, but as soon as she said it, she knew that was exactly what she wanted. She packed some clean clothes and left for a nearby motel.

Sitting in the room alone, she picked up her phone to call Mac. "Dear, sweet Mac," she repeated. She couldn't dial the phone for her tears and just sat there holding it in her lap. Mac had saved her from a loveless marriage. But it made Mac part of her past. He was a link with her old life, not her future and she desperately needed a new beginning. She threw her cell phone in the trash, and wiped her eyes.

Roughly based on the lyric "All I Wanna Do" from the "Tuesday Night Music Club" album by Sheryl Crow 1993



Tuesday Night Rape



Marsha walked out of her office building onto an empty sidewalk, it was 10 o'clock at night, and it was dark outside. Her idiot boss had made her stay late for some stupid project because he couldn't get his act together. Some self-inflicted crisis and she got stuck doing all the work as usual.

The thought of going home didn't excite her much, her husband was a real jerk, the only thing he ever wanted to do was to watch sports or look at porn on the internet. They hardly ever had sex any more, he spent long hours looking at porn, but he didn't want to have sex with her. "Why I do stay with this stupid moron anyway." she thought to herself.

To add to her problems she had parked 3 blocks from the office building because of some street work that morning. As she walked down the street she walked pasted a bar and thought "I need a drink before I go home and deal with my deadbeat husband." She walked into the bar, sat down and ordered a vodka and tonic and she began drowning her sorrows.

A large good looking black man was setting at the other end of the bar. He had a rugged athletic look about him. He had been there since early that afternoon when he gave up looking for a job same as he had been doing for the last 6 months with no luck. He was pissed off at the world, pissed off at his life and pissed off at himself.

He got up and went to the men's room to relieve himself. About the time he walked out of the men's room Marsha decided to pay her bill and head for the door. He paid his bill too and headed out the door not far behind her heading in the same direction. 

He noticed her from a distance at first observing her shapely legs in those black heels and that nice round ass swaying from side to side. When she turned to side he could she her tits bouncing up and down it was too much for any man to take. She was a damn good looking white women one of the many things he could never have. 

Marsha walked down the dimly lit street reading a text on her cell phone. As he came closer she was completely oblivious to his presence. 

Her concentration and preoccupation with the cell phone was then suddenly broken when she heard the footsteps behind her. She turned and to her surprise, she saw the large black man she recognized from the bar. She quickened her pace as much as her heart had quickened her pulse not caring that as she went faster, her skirt rode up her butt. 

She was almost running when just at the entrance of a dark alley, she felt his hand grab her shoulder and spin her around. She tried to scream but his hand covered both her mouth and her nose. The large black man pulled her into the dark alley behind them, the darkness hiding them from the nearly deserted street.

"I am going to take my hand away if you scream or try anything stupid I am going to rip your panties off and fuck you up the ass, dry, right here and now," he said as he moved his big strong hand to the waistband of her panties just above the crack of her ass pulling them up to invade her crack to prove his point. "Do you understand?"

She shook her head yes.

"Don't hurt me please," she begged. "Take anything you want. There are credit cards and money in my purse, just please don't hurt me!" she said trembling. She was surprised at how surreal this seemed. It made her terrified and hot at the same time. 

"Don't talk!" he growled in her ear as he put his big hand over her mouth to shut her up. 

"NO!" she shook her head to convey her thought. 

"You're mine now, to do with exactly how I please. I'm going to violate you and feed you to the dogs; I'm going to dump my cum in your worthless cunt and leave you sprawled and naked for the world to see."

Whimpering through the nervous tears formed in the corners of her eyes. With her waning strength she struggled against him again, but he grabbed her hips and forced her to feel his hard cock through the fabric of his pants. It was hot even against her clothed body, and she knew what was to come. He heaved her over his shoulder and carried her to the end of the alley where no one would see or hear what was about to happen. 

Her panic took over and her survival instincts made her struggle. She was like a wild woman kicking and flailing, pounding him with her fist but she was no match for this gigantic brute of a man and soon gave up the fight, realizing the inevitable. She was going to be raped. 

Sobbing she pleaded with him. "Please let me go (sob), I promise I won't tell anyone (sob) about this. My husband works in the next building (sob sob) and is expecting me. He will come looking for me" She couldn't help breaking down totally at that point. He had seemed to be made of stone, his expression never wavering from a simple blank look. "You're not going anywhere!" he snarled.

He pushed her up against the brick wall holding her hands above her head forcing himself on her. He held her hands against the wall, her body started going limp and she was shaking against him. He stared at her quivering body, eating her with his eyes. She felt his stare and shivers ran down her back.

She looked into his eyes; a window into his soul which was full of perverted and strange desires including many ways to use her body for his own pleasure. She was appalled, terrified, and going out of her mind with fear at the thought of his inescapable assault on her body. 

He grabbed her neck and pressed her against the wall, lifting her skirt and rubbing his hard cock in between her legs. The many layers of clothing separating them didn't make her feel any less naked and vulnerable under his firm grip. He started laughing and she realized he was playing with her; she was his toy.

His dark eyes were so close to hers she could feel his warmth. He spoke assertively and aggressively: "You're mine bitch." She knew at that moment that she could do nothing to stop his violation of her body. She was terrified and her heart fluttered.

He made no attempt to hide his face or what he looked like. He rubbed his hand over her face. She tried to bite him, but he didn't stop, rather he moved his hand to her head and ran his fingers through her long hair. She trembled as he continued to hold her against the cold wall. 

Terrified by the thought of what was about happen she tried one last time to regain control. She struggled squirming, twisting against his onslaught trying to fight him off. 

The squirming of her body excited him and had an almost hypnotic effect on him making him want her even more. Her movements were bringing out his primal animal needs and desire to impregnate her and to plant his seed inside her. He wanted to cum inside her, to plant his baby inside her belly.

He slowly moved his large hands down to her breasts, his fingers encircled her nipples until they were hard. She gritted her teeth vowing not to feel anything. 

His hand slid inside her silk blouse and went under her bra, brutally pinching her nipple. 

His large black hand then moved to the neckline of her blouse. He looked her in the eye; she could see the lust and superiority in his gaze. He was in control.

His hands ripped her blouse open, the buttons began flying off in every direction scattered all over the ground. As he ripped Marsha's blouse her tits bounced out covered only by her skimpy black bra. The black man pulled the stretchy material, parting the bra as it moved upward, the bra was split open, and it popped free, revealing her firm, ripe mounds. Her tattered blouse and bra far from concealing but enhancing her naked form, the remainder of her blouse and bra were quickly pulled off and discarded on the ground. 

She was feeling a heat building in her loins that she had never felt before. Being helpless, having her blouse and bra stripped and cut away, the black man's demanding hands on her breasts, his hard cock pressing against her ... her rational mind told her she was in grave danger but another part of her brain, the part she couldn't control, was reacting to the stimulations. As was her body.

He began to lift her skirt, stroking the inside of her thighs as he went. "Mmmm, silk pantyhose. How I love silk, bitch, and how nice of you to wear it for me." The hand reached her ass and began to fondle it. 

He spun her around grabbed her by the hair and bent her over a large plastic garbage can and yanked her skirt up. She began to struggle as the man tore her pantyhose apart, his hand soon rubbing over her firm ass. She stiffened in fear as her panties were pulled down, making it impossible to run with them around her knees. 

Marsha closed her eyes shut as the man's fingers found her pussy. He started rubbing her clit, making her cry out, as his fingers toyed around her pussy lips. Her pussy was absolutely dripping with her juices. She gasped as the fingers prodded inside of her, her body beginning to shake. Despite her arousal, Marsha's rational thought returned.

"PLEASE STOP. Don't do that, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE." she pleaded.

The man behind her was strong; he grabbed her hands and wrapped her torn pantyhose around her wrists, effectively binding the writhing wrists together behind her back.

Grabbing the skirt where it had been parted, he pulled the waist band into the material of her skirt. It slipped down her hips; he grunted slightly and ripped her skirt apart, through the hem. He then dropped the ruined skirt to the ground.

She began to cry when she heard his zipper come down. She couldn't move, trapped bent over the trash can and totally helpless. Soon she felt the man's heat behind her, and she felt the head of his huge cock rubbing her wet slit.

She stopped struggling then; her legs spread as far as they could go as the man's head slipped into her pussy, making her jump and cry out. He pushed her down again, not saying a word as his cock shoved deep into her pussy, sending pain and pleasure flashing through her, almost making her black out as his cock spread her tight walls, probing deeper. 

She struggled to breathe as the man pushed into her completely, his huge cock making her think she was being ripped in half.

He pulled her back onto his cock as he began to thrust. He didn't speak but grunted as he fucked her tight cunt. She quietly sobbed as she was fucked, her body responding in ways she didn't understand. 

His other hand was brutalizing her nipples as he bent over her, fucking her as hard and deep as he could. 

He yanked on her hair as he began to plunge into her harder and faster. Her rapist's thrusts soon became almost frantic and he leaned back, using all his force to fuck her as hard as he could, the trash can started shaking and rattling beneath them, her body oscillating back and forth with the force of his thrusts. 

He was enjoying the trill of fucking a white women a fantasy he had since he was a teen. Something that was taboo the in the old days it would got him hung for even thinking about it and now he was doing just that and enjoying every minute of it.

She squirmed, trying desperately to focus, her mind blurry with fear in the darkness. The things he was doing were just horrifying, they were so terrible, so ... wrong... so... dark. It felt like he was breaking down her mind and turning her into a whore. All that mattered now was his pleasure, and part of her, the darker part, liked this.

"There you go," he said in an almost soothing voice, "that's it". 

He then punished her with another volley of thrusts, this time more violent, overpowering her. She screamed. His cock seemed to swell and harden even more inside her, punishing her with its roughness. 

Whenever she flexed around him, the pleasure washed back in, and when she relaxed, it was replaced with pain; the exchange was horrifyingly delicious. She was horrified at herself, that at some level, she was enjoying this.

"Good girl," he grunted, leaning further into her to drill her even deeper.

The thrusts somehow became more intense, and both his hands roughly tilted her hips up towards him, opening her legs wider. She whimpered, trying so hard to be quiet and fearing for her life. She knew she would do anything for him now, just to get away alive. She had to admit to herself that at one level, this barbaric rape did feel incredibly good; her fantasy-come-true was even better, and darker, than she could ever have imagined.

Then the thrusting stopped; now he was panting and leaning heavily against her, pinning her, buried deep in her legs spread wide straddling the trash can. His cock was now nudging against her cervix, driving her insane with fear and pleasure as fingers and cock swirled into her, probing and retreating. 

She was getting weak and sore as he ruthlessly plundered her, forcing her open every time she tried to contract around him. After what seemed like an endless session, he stopped short, laughing breathlessly. 

"You're starting to like it don't you? You know you want that big fat cock buried inside you, pounding you until it hurts. You're going to want it even more soon. You'll see." 

She could barely move she struggled to resist him once more as his massive cock slipped unbearably deeper into her ravaged cunt; the pain was blinding, almost like it was in her bowels. 

She sobbed hysterically. Pleasure and pain became a blur as she started to cum over and over again, her tight pussy pulsating around the man's cock, squeezing and milking him deep inside of her.

Her hips bucked, his weight pressed even more down on her now, overwhelming her mostly naked body with his mostly clothed one. 

He shoved in deeper than before, then, miraculously, the large black stranger tensed one last time and he finally, mercifully exploded inside her, his hot liquid flowing deliciously deep into her. His cock spewed hot, insane amounts of cum deep into her stretched cunt. The trash can rattled with the force of his spasms.

He pulled out and pushed her to the ground. "You liked that, didn't you?" She looked up at him and nodded. She gasped and tried to pull away but he forced her to her knees and his cock rubbed against her face. He rammed his cock into her sobbing mouth and her eyes open wide in surprise. 

She tried to pull away but he grabbed her hair and face-fucked her hard. He slammed his dick into the corner of her mouth. As his meat slid in and out of her mouth, her lips started to wrap acceptably around his shaft and she started to lick the head.

He suddenly blast a shot of hot cum into the middle of her face, followed by streams of semen, and this time her mouth opened wide to catch the last blasts which splattered on her red lips, open mouth, and her chin. 

Just as she thought her ordeal was over and he was through with her, he tossed her down onto a pile cardboard lying in the alley and began to part her legs spread eagle style. The ground was cold and dirty. 

He was standing over her admiring the view. The dim light of a neon sign across the street occasionally glistened on her wedding ring which increased his feeling of power and control. She could see in his eyes that he was savoring the moment. 

For the first time Marsha was able to see her attacker from a distance. She could see how muscular the giant man was. His arms were ripped and his chest was wide and thick. His torso looked like an inverted V since his waist was narrow and his abs were taut and lean. 

Her eyes soon fixated on his large penis handing from his groin like a large piece of forbidden fruit ready to be picked and enjoyed. She could see that it was full of blood; she could even see the blue veins running through his hard shaft. 

His huge black cock was something she had never had before but had always secretly thought about the few times she allowed her mind to wander. It was so taboo and so forbidden yet something she had always secretly craved and fantasied about. 

He took his cock in hand and slowly lowered it towards her still wet pussy. In the dim light of the alley she could see the contrast between his black cock and her white pussy. She was both sacred and trilled at the same time with the anticipation of not knowing what was going to happen next. Meekly, she tried one last attempt at resistance by squirming.

She felt the broad head of his cock nudge at her cunt, prodding, digging its way into her waiting slit. She felt her labia being spread by the man's flesh and she watched as he began to push his huge, black dick into her again, this time with much more ease, but still some discomfort. It pushed into her, lubricated by the cum that was already dripping out of her. The hot, slithery sensation was delicious, dark, and dirty.

As the bulging cockhead passed the entrance to her still tight but sore cunt, she felt both terror and overwhelming joy, it brought her waves of panic and then pleasure. She could feel his hot hands as they manipulated her hips, toyed with her nipples. Before she could muster even a faint protest, his thick black cock sank into her wet lips, and he drove himself deep inside her. 

She couldn't believe it when the entire black tool entered her moistly throbbing pussy. She could feel the immense pressure of him invading her, forcing her open, taking total and merciless control of her cunt. And it was good, so incredibly good. Part of her wanted him to just ram it into her all the way, drive deep into her, and drill her senseless. 

"Aaaah! aah! ahhh!," she screamed almost like he was hurting her but not quite. She knew he liked it, he smiled as his cock thickened, hardened, throbbed inside of her.

"Son of a bitch, whore, you have one tight pussy." he bellowed.

He began to slide his cock in and out of her snatch. Slowly, at first, he continued to thrust in and out of her. Then, he began to thrust harder and faster. She could see the cords of his neck muscles tense as he fucked her, his ass tightening with each plunge. She could feel his chest hair ticking your breasts. Her face was buried in his shoulder; she could smell the light fragrance of his cheap cologne. 

He began pumping his massive meat inside her. Stroke after stroke, he buried his cock deeper. It was all she could do to resist screaming at the top of her lungs. His thrusts decreased in intensity. Rather than long, hard plunges, he only slightly moved his dick in her pussy. Unconsciously, she raised her legs high in the air to allow his cock full access to her cunt.

"Damn, whore, I'm going to cum in you so deep. Don't fight it. You know you want it. Just let it go, baby," he whispered.

He increased his thrusts again. Faster and faster, he drove his manhood deep into her. The fire between her legs had come again, but this time she didn't fight it. She surrendered completely to her attacker as he continued to rape her. 

Finally, when she thought she couldn't take any more, she felt his pelvis rubbing against her. Each time he entered her, he made sure to grind up against her ass so she could feel every inch of him. The sound of her moaning mingled with his as his balls slap her ass with each thrust. 

She couldn't stop the animalistic grunts and groans that fought their way out of her mouth each time he sank into her. She tried desperately to resist the passion that was building up inside her but it was clear that her body was enjoying every second of her rape.

It was then that he suddenly pulled out of her and to her surprise she felt a slight twinge of regret at the absence of his cock. She looked over her shoulder and she could see his hands stroking the length of the black monster as it glistened with her juices. She was confused as to why he stopped fucking her. 

Sensing his victory over her spirit, he grabbed her left hand and placed it around his dark pole. She could barely fit her hand around it. He moved directly in front of her again and it was clear that he wanted her to guide his cock back into her pussy. 




Tuesday Night Rape



She couldn't believe she was giving into her rapist but the heat from his throbbing steel cock was so intoxicating. Her pussy was sizzling with desire and it was like a gravitational pull was drawing the mushroom tip of his huge black rod ever closer to her snatch. Her hand was trembling as she tugged his cock and brought the head to the entrance of her dripping cunt. 

"You know you want this big black dick inside you bitch. Stop wasting time fighting it." He whispered in her ear. She was his slut now and they both knew it. She brought the tip of his cock to her warm slit and moaned as it began to sink inside her. He didn't move forward as she hoped he would. He was going to make her ok for it. She had to surrender all of herself to him completely. 

Once a quarter of his cock was inside her she removed her hand and took his entire length deep into her hole. It was like he'd grown even bigger this time as her walls were stretched to capacity by his juicy black snake. He took his time building up speed, slowly sliding back and forth, until she couldn't take it anymore and he started slamming the length of his hardness down into her pussy, her body smacking against his muscular waist as she threw her head from side to side with lust. 

"I knew you'd be a good fuck. I'm going to teach you how to respect the power of a big cock."

With that he grabbed her thighs and jackhammered his magnificent steel hard shaft deep inside her, causing her body to jerk forward in a matching rhythm to each of his thrusts relinquishing all free will to him. She wanted him to fuck all resistance out of her. 

He began to pick up the pace even faster she found herself moaning as he plowed into her. There was nothing loving or gentle about what he was doing her, he was giving her the hard brutal fucking that she'd yearned for all of her life. 

He claimed her pussy as his own. He was fucking her like she was a common animal and she was completely powerless to stop him. He displayed that power, as he continued beast fucking her. She was in bliss she was too far gone now to ever turn back. 

He ground his taught hips against her and began moving his cock in a circle, hitting her clit at just the right angle and causing her to gasp with delight.

"Oh yessss." she purred. "Just like that...yessssss." she moaned.

She wanted more and more of him inside her she was consumed by the thought of what he was doing to her, she was more turned on than she'd ever been in her entire life.

"Ooooo!" she moaned again before she bit her lip. She looked between her wide-spread legs at the black man fucking her. The thought was completely impossible but it was happening!

He worked her pussy long and hard with his massive prick and it was having an effect. She was beginning to lose control. She knew that she had fallen prey to his beautiful massive black cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she was fucked like never before!

Her ravaged pussy milked his cock and with each thrust. Suddenly, without warning, she felt her thighs and legs tighten and then, her vagina was tightening on his enlarged cock and she was heading over the edge into a shattering orgasm. 

Her fists clenched, her teeth locked and her pussy clenched as she thrashed around and felt the warm waves of ecstasy overtake her. A thundering orgasm caused her whole body to shake! She screamed as he continued to hold her tight against him. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, and arched her back. 

Marsha's eyes began to see lights and strange colors -- red flashing in her brain and then blues and red again- mingling with the electric shocks that her body was experiencing! 

Her mental lapse was broken and she was returned to reality by the sound of his gruff masculine voice. "I'm going to cum inside you, you dirty whore." he said between clenched teeth. He grabbed onto her hips, moving her against his cock. 

He kept pounding away looking into her eyes as he was getting ready to cum. She continued wiggling with a rhythm that matched his, accepting his cock inside her and the inevitable fact that he was going to cum inside her.

He looked into her eyes glaringly as he shot his cum inside her. His penis erupted inside her pussy! The first couple of pulses of his sperm shot deep inside her. String after string of hot sperm bathed her vagina! 

Marsha could feel him pump his milky seed deep inside her. He kept working his cock within her until every bit of the thick white goo was blasted inside of her pussy. 

As his orgasm subsided, he kept his cock inside her for several minutes, making sure very little cum dripped out and down her thigh. Finally, he pulled out.

Her legs were trembling in the aftermath of his assault on her pussy. Lightheaded she took a deep breath. 

He then stood up some cum was still dripping from the head of his penis. He was standing directly over her surveying his captured pray and enjoying the power that he had over her. 

She was covered in cum from her head down to pussy. She had just been used for cheap degrading sex by a black man. 

He pulled out his cell phone and took a picture of her ravaged body making it point to get a good shot of her face. He pulled her wallet from her purse and took a picture of her driver's licenses with her name and address on it and then tossed it on the ground. 

He told her "The first Tuesday of next month you be here at the same time and same place or I'll send these pictures to your husband. If you are lucky next time I might even bring a friend and we'll see if you can handle two black cocks at the same time." 

She laid there spread eagle with her cum filled cunt facing the street where the cars and people bustled along oblivious to her naked body and the forbidden act which had just transpired there. She watched silently as he walked out of the alley into the street and then he disappeared into the night.

Everything then went silent. Marsha was left lying on the ground, not knowing whether it was even possible for her to get up. She could feel cum leaking out of her from all regions. 

Sprawled out naked and left alone, she suddenly felt like she had been hit by a lightning bolt, with the realization of what really just happened. Marsha's head began to spin. Her body was now starting to feel numb.

In days that followed, the memory of the nightmare became a dark fantasy. She never told anyone about what had happened and she guarded her secret jealously like a sacred treasure.

On the first Tuesday of the following month she returned to that same place and the next month and the month after that, secretly she was hoping that he was there waiting for her. She found herself yearning for it, wanting him, wanting to be forced, filled, and fucked senselessly again by him. She wasn't sure if he would ever return to that place, once again fulfilling her secret needs and forbidden fantasies the way that only he could.



Tuesday Night Strip Club



It's been a while since I've actually submitted anything on here. Hopefully you'll enjoy the story. Remember though, there is a difference between fantasy and reality.

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Sarah sat on her friend's couch and thought about what she was to do tonight. The more she thought about it, the more she drank her wine. Emma, her friend for nearly 18 years, kept her glass topped up.

Sarah at the age of 29 was due to get married in a week. She had been racking her brains on what to get her husband to be, but he was wealthy and had everything he needed. She thought about a special watch, but he already had so many, and the style he liked, she could hardly afford. She wondered what he saw in her. When she doubted herself, Steven would assure her, that it was her that he loved. She was pretty sure he liked her body too. 32DD breasts on a 5'2" toned body. She didn't like the gym, so swam as much as she could to keep her figure neat, and it worked.

Emma topped up Sarah's glass again. "Relax! He loves you, you love him, he'll love the idea."

One night over a couple of bottles of wine, they had gone through a list of possible presents that she could get him. After an hour, Sarah told Emma about a night out. Steve had arrived late to a night club, and had stood and watched as Sarah danced on the floor. She had worn a short dress, and plenty of men moved in, trying to dance with her. She had rejected all of them. Later when he came over, he told he had been watching her dance and seen all the frustrated men that she had turned down. Sarah had seen the excitement in his eyes, brushed the bulge in his pants. 3 minutes later, they were in a toilet cubicle fucking like animals.

They both then discussed how to recreate this, and perhaps push it further.

Writing down their ideas, they had instantly dismissed the idea of doing this in a bar, as there would be very little control over what went on. What they needed was some safety.

Next, they considered a strip club. This was crossed off the list when they had tried to explain their idea to the owner. He refused as Emma wasn't going to strip. All she was going to do was dance, flash bits of her underwear, but she wasn't comfortable going beyond that.

It was then that Emma had remembered about one of her ex-boyfriends who had told her about this adult store. Apparently, they had a mix of things going on, from showing porn films, a few strippers on, or live sex shows. All the men were in cubicles, watching the show whilst the performer was kept safe and secure. Sarah wasn't comfortable with this, but Emma persuaded her that if that's what she wanted to do, this place would probably let her. A phone call later, and it was arranged.

That was 2 days ago. 

Today, Sarah had changed into her outfit. It was a small French Maids outfit. The top was low cut, showing plenty of her 32DD breasts off in a bra. It was trimmed with a white lace, with a small white apron. The bottom of the black dress came near the tops of her thighs, and showed lacy ruffles beneath. Sarah had put on white stockings and garter beneath, topping the results off with black heels. She looked in the mirror drunkenly approving and hitched the dress to make sure her panties were covering everything. They were incredibly thin and silky. She nodded to herself, and adjusted the straps on her garter belt a little more, before dropping the dress back into place.

Despite being drunk herself, Emma drove Sarah to the place she had found, and they pulled in behind the store. Now that they were here, Sarah wished she had worn a long coat to cover what she was wearing, at least until she got inside. Emma told her she looked amazing, and slid out a bottle of whisky from her purse. 

"Want a little bit more courage?" 

Sarah tried to look shocked but just giggled and took a large swig. Emma put it in her purse and together they walked in.

The inside of the store was fairly dark. Spot lights showed off certain items here and there, but mostly the place was dimly lit. Sarah looked around nervously, Emma laughed and touched her arm. "I'm going to go and talk to the guy. You wait here, and I'll be back." She grinned at her. "Actually, have a look around. Might find something extra to go with your wedding night!" They both giggled and Emma went off to speak to the man behind the counter. 

Looking over, Sarah saw her friend waiting to be served. The man behind the counter was having a heated exchange with a customer who was trying to return something.

Sarah looked at a few items on shelves; magazines, DVDs. She looked at a few covers, and tried to focus, the mixed alcohol now running strongly through her system. She was aware after a minute that someone else was stood at her side. It was a slim man, in what appeared to be his mid 50s, with a terrible comb-over covering his bald head. He looked at her in her maid's outfit and his eyes showed his excitement. 

She looked at him, trying to focus. "Yes?"

He looked at her, his mouth moving into a grin. "How much?" he whispered.

Sarah looked at the DVD in her hand. "Erm, it's £20" she said putting it back.

The man nodded. "£20? What do I get for that?" She felt his hand on the back of her thigh, molesting her silky white stocking.

She moved backwards, breaking his contact and spinning to look at him. The alcohol in her head made her spin a little more than she should and she stumbled slightly in her heels, grabbing onto the display. The man moved with her, still grinning. 

Sarah now realised to what he was referring. "No, no I didn't mean I was a..." she swallowed nervously, backing up more. "... I'm not a..." She struggled for words, shaking her head 'no', completely off guard.

The man moved with her, his eyes quickly darting over her young body, before returning to her face. As he closed in, he licked his lips hungrily.

Sarah moved back further and felt the back of the wall, and tried to press herself against it more, trying to evade the advancing man. Her hand felt a gap to her left, and she took it. The alcove was covered by a curtain and she comprehended after she had pushed her way through, that she had gone into one of the changing rooms in the shop. 

She turned around and saw a woman dressed similar to her, looking as terrified as she felt, before she realised that it was her own reflection in a mirror. The man slid in the room with her, and eased himself up behind her. His hands moved up, and cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently. Sarah turned around to face her attacker then realised how close he was. She tried to back up at the same time, her black heels slipping, and making her fall onto her backside. The hard landing on the floor, stunning her senses.

The man seized the opportunity and moved forward quickly. One of his hands went to Sarah's hair whilst the other pushed the front of his pants down, releasing his cock.

Sarah put her hands out, trying to push his thighs away, but he twisted in her drunken grip and pushed himself up against her lips.

"Please! No stop!" she whined at him. Her hands moved and pushed at his thighs again. "I'm not... don't..."

He pushed forward, forcing the cock into her protesting mouth. With his hand in her hair, he kept her held down on it. He could feel her hands slapping against his thighs, trying to push him back, but she couldn't get enough leverage in this position.  

He started to fuck her mouth hard; his stomach hitting her nose. She tried to push him back still, but couldn't. 

She heard her friend. "Sarah? Sarah? Where the hell did she go?"

Sarah tried to make a muffled protest to attract her attention, but as she tried, he pushed in further, knocking into the back of her throat.

She heard Emma walking off a little. "Sarah?" her voice a fainter.

The man began to fuck Sarah's mouth again, a grip on her hair, making her move with his fucking. She gave out a muffled protest at this.

There was a knock on the wall at the side of the changing room, and the man pushed in deep again, making Sarah gag.

"Sarah? You in there?" 

The man looked down into Sarah's eyes, his look warning her to be quiet. "No one in here, just me. Fuck off!"

A moment later, Emma pulled back the curtain.

Sarah was sat on the floor, legs spread, with a stranger fucking his cock into her mouth. Emma could see that Sarah's eyes were wide with panic. "Oh my God, Sarah!" 

The man turned and pushed past Emma quickly, pulling his pants up as he walked out. 

Emma helped Sarah to stand. "What the hell was all that about?"

Sarah shook her head which was spinning slightly. "I ...I don't know." She felt more stunned than upset, the alcohol keeping her calm. "I fell on my arse and then he started fucking my mouth."

She helped her friend up. Sarah leaned back against the wall, trying to get her senses back. Emma tried to help, but Sarah held up her hand. 

"I'm OK, just give me a moment." 

Emma looked at her and showed her the key. "Look Sarah, after what's just happened, do you want to forget about it for today?"

Sarah thought about it, trying to push out of her mind how a stranger had got himself into her mouth. "I just need to calm down a moment." 

Emma fished in her handbag and pulled out a small bottle. "Got a valium if that might help?" She could see Sarah's eyes looking at her as if she was mad. "Just a really low dose."

Sarah looked at the bottle, then nodded. Emma passed her a tablet and she dry swallowed it. Emma took the bottle back off her, and after a second, took one herself.

A moment later, she pushed herself off the wall. "OK, let's get this over with. And for God's sake, don't tell anyone," she reiterated the point by waving her hand, "anyone, what just happened."

Emma and Sarah went to the back of the shop and down the steps to the basement. "The man behind the counter said that we can take as long as we like. They'd normally show films tonight." It was dark down here, just some overhead strip lighting, illuminating the way. At the bottom of the stairs were rooms with numbers, and straight in front of them was Room 0.

Sarah looked along the corridor. All the doors were numbered. Sarah placed her hand on the wall to steady herself. "What do you mean, normally, play films?"

Emma grinned at her. "Sometimes couples come down here to be watched whilst they fuck." She saw Sarah looking along the corridors

"The rooms go around the stage, so the men can watch." Emma said as she struggled with the key in the lock.

Sarah began to feel lightheaded as the alcohol and Valium mixed in her system. A man brushed past her as she leaned against the wall, and she felt his hands on her backside as he did. She felt like she should say something, but her mouth felt woolly. The man turned and went into one of the rooms.

There was a click from the lock. "Got it!" Emma said as she opened the door. Sarah pushed herself off the wall and walked into the room. She felt strange, like she was watching herself. The room was surrounded on all sides by windows and it was fairly well lit and Sarah blinked in the light. In the middle was a chair and a table. Around the walls were what looked like mirrors, and she realised they were the windows that the men would watch her through. Rock music was already playing. She felt a tap on her arm, and turned to see her friend.

Emma looked at her. "I said, are you going to be OK?"

Sarah just nodded.

Emma smiled. "OK, I'll be in the one of the small rooms and film you on my camera." She said, patting her handbag with it in.

Sarah nodded again and watch as her friend left. Giggling a little as her friend stumbled a little. "Fucking carpet!" she cursed and closed the door.

Sarah moved up onto the stage and looked around. She wondered if Emma would let her know which room she was in. The music played, so Sarah danced. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself back in the club where her and Steve had fucked. How she had danced, but this time she had to tease as well.

She listened to the track playing and began to sway to the music, moving her body more as she found the tempo. Every now and again, she gripped the side of the table to steady herself. Then, still holding onto the table, she bent over, letting the maid's outfit rise, showing off her delights.

She smiled to herself, this is what she should be doing. She stood up, closed her eyes and danced more.

If she had opened her eyes, she would have seen two men opening the door and watching her. If she had been clear headed, she would have made sure Emma had locked the door. One of them turned and closed the door, before sliding two lock bolts into place. They watched Sarah for a few more seconds, and whispered their plan.

Sarah opened her eyes when she realised she wasn't alone. There was a skinny looking man dancing next to her, smiling . She looked puzzled, she didn't remember him being in here. The valium and alcohol played with her mind, and she returned the smile and continued dancing, now flirting with her new audience. Taking this as a welcome, he danced closer, moving in next to her. She turned to face him, and continued. He eased his arm around her, and placed it on the small of her back, slowly moving her towards him. Sarah didn't object, and as he pushed his foot between hers, she moved herself onto his thigh, grinding her crotch against him, chewing her bottom lip as she looked in his eyes.

She felt hands on her waist, and turned to see a fat man behind her. He just nodded at her and she turned to look at the skinny man in front of her. Something felt wrong, but she couldn't figure what. She tried to concentrate on dancing, and ignore the fat man as he caressed her hip. As long as his hands stayed there, she wasn't too bothered. Sarah wasn't aware that he wasn't just caressing her hips, he was sliding the short outfit up her waist. 

When he had it high enough, he moved in closer, and moved both hands to one side of her panties, gripping the thin dark material and tearing it open. She turned to look at him, frowning. "Hey what the fuck! Not so rough!"

Sarah was about to push him away, when the skinny man pulled her towards him, making her place his hands on his chest. She turned to look at the skinny man, and his smile. Part of her warned her again that this was wrong and it was confirmed when she felt the other side of her panties being torn by the fat man before they were yanked from her body.

Sarah placed her hands on the man in front. "I.. I need to stop. This is wrong." He took her wrists in his hands and kept dancing with her. 

She gave a small tug, and realised he had a good firm grip on her. 

"Wait, please!" she wined, "I want to stop."

She felt the fat man move in behind her and felt something hard being pushed up against her backside. She tried to turn to see what he was doing, but the skinny man pulled on her arms, forcing her to turn back to him. Behind her, the fat man gripped his cock and rammed it hard up between the cheeks of her backside. 

"No! Stop!" she wailed as she felt him trying to force his way up into her arse. The fat man put one of his meaty arms around her waist, pulling her hips backwards , his other hand gripped his cock, forcing it roughly against her tight virgin hole. Sarah fought, trying to pull away from the man holding her wrists. "Please! You have to sto..." her voice died on her. 

Sarah's eyes widened even more, and her mouth stretched in pain, giving a silent scream, as she felt the fat man force his way in. 

The fat man grunted as he violently shoved his cock into her tight little hole. With the head in, he pulled her hips back even more, forcing her to bend over before driving himself deeper. He heard her scream out as he pulled back and thrust in again. He heard her begging and pleading for him to stop, but he didn't. His friend held her wrists, making sure she couldn't stop him as he used her.

Sarah fought for breath. Even above her howling, she could hear her attacker breathing faster. A rough stab, he pulled her back towards him. She felt the cock push deep and he began to deliver his cum into her. His hands held her tight to him, making sure she couldn't pull away. Then, as quickly as it hard started, he let go of her hips, and she fell to her knees, the cock sliding out of her ass.

She knelt on the floor, the skinny man still held her wrists, stopping her from collapsing fully. He pulled her up. "Let's get you sat down. Here." He helped her up and sat her on the edge of the table. 

As soon as she was sat down he pushed her backwards, before grabbing the backs of her legs and pulling her backside towards the edge of table.

Sarah put her hands out, trying to stop him as he spread her legs and stood between them. "Please, I'm begging you, no more!" 

He just smirked at her as he jerked open his jeans. "You're getting fucked."

She pushed her hands out, trying to stop him, but he just pushed them aside. 

"Please! Don't do this!" He didn't listen, and pushed his cock up against her pussy. With tears in her eyes, she shook her head, and he thrust his cock into her.

He looked down over her, as he fucked himself deeper into her unprotected pussy, lifting her legs up, letting him push in more.

She covered her face with her hands and tried to block out what was happening to her. It didn't work, and just seemed to intensify the feelings.

She felt the fat man grab her outfit, gripping the dress and yanking it up over her body, dragging it up her arms and over her head, leaving her in just her bra, suspender belt and stockings. 

He looked down over his captive beauty and fucked her, watching as her breasts shook in her bra. The harder he rammed in, the more they shook. 

He wondered if he could shake knock them out of the bra. Pulling as far back as he could, he rammed in, making Sarah cry out. He tried again.

Sarah tried to slow him down by placing her hands on his stomach, but nothing worked. She felt her legs being lifted higher, and his cock being sunk further. She tried closing her eyes and he finally stopped, pushing in totally. Opening her eyes, she looked at him, his face grimacing, then felt him cum.

Sarah's eyes widened in fear. She had come off birth control for her wedding over three months ago, not letting Steve fuck her without a condom. 

Now she could feel this strangers cum, thumping into her fertile insides, hear him moaning in pleasure as he raped her on the table. 

Sarah looked up at the ceiling and cried softly "Noooo!"

Sarah kept looking at the ceiling as she felt him slide out of her pussy. She heard the two men give each other a high5. After a moment, she looked and saw the fat man, who was ramming her maid's outfit into a bag, getting himself a second souvenir. The skinny man was taking pictures of her on the table. Why hadn't anyone stopped it? Why hadn't Emma stopped it?

She was snapped out of her thoughts by one of the men talking.

"Come on, we better get out of here." The fat man said, zipping up his bag with her stolen items in. The skinny man nodded and together they just left her on the table. 

Sarah lay on the table for a minute or 2 more, trying to clear her mind of what has just happened. She lowered herself back onto the floor and stood on shaking legs. The 2 men had now left the room, and unsteadily, Sarah left too.

She stood in the corridor, looking left and right, trying to figure out where her friend went. She looked at the stairs back out, and thought about leaving, but she couldn't leave without her friend. Walking down the corridor, she checked a couple of rooms, but found them empty. A man came out of one of the other rooms, pulling his pants up. He walked towards Sarah, grinning at her.

Sarah looked at him. "I'm looking for Emma. Have you seen her?"




Tuesday Night Strip Club



The man nodded, his fat face leering at her. "Yeah, I've seen her. Cute thing isn't she? Brunette?" Sarah nodded in answer.

He beckoned her down the corridor and guided her into one of the rooms. It was empty. She looked at the window of the room, still dazed as to what had happened. In front of her, she could see the table and chair where she had been dancing recently. She remembered how the men had used her, their hands on her hips. Sarah shook her head, trying to refocus, and realised that the man was in the room with her. He forced her down onto the floor, her legs feeling weak and unsteady not helping her. All Sarah could do, was look up into his face as he climbed on top of her. "Please...no." Her attacker just grinned down into her face, and she felt him plunge into her pussy.

Sarah closed her eyes and turned away from what he was doing to her, until she felt him cum.

Her attacker slid out of her pussy and left her on the dirty floor of the room. Sarah's pussy ached from the fucking, and she slowly sat up, crying softly to herself. Her head wouldn't clear properly.

"Where's Emma?" she asked, watching as the man tucked himself away.

"The Brunette? She's next door having some fun." 

Sarah pushed herself up, holding onto the wall for support, and headed back into the corridor. She felt something wet sliding down her inner thigh and realised cum was soaking into her pristine white stockings. She looked at the door where the man said her friend was, and banged on the door. "Emma? Emma?" The door opened, unlocked.

There was her friend on the floor. Lay on her back, stripped naked. Her eyes looked to Sarah, two terrified pupils staring at her. She wasn't alone. Three men were in the room. One of them had her camera, filming as his friend fucked her. He knelt there, holding her feet up high in his hands as he used her compliant body. The third man was stroking his cock watching the scene when Sarah came in. He reaches past Sarah and pushed the door closed behind her. "You come to join the party?" 

Sarah shook her head 'no', but he obviously wasn't listening. He just grinned at her and pulled her to the floor to join her friend's fate.

It was a couple of hours later before the owner of the club found the two women. They were both completely naked, their clothing long since stolen, their bodies coated in cum, with just as much oozing slowly out. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialled 999.



Tuesday Night with 'Friends'



It was late on a Tuesday night, one of those too hot to do anything but watch TV nights. I had been up studying late for a chemistry final but could not concentrate, so I turned on an old "Friends" episode and apparently fell asleep in the bed, next to my husband.

I am sitting at Monica's table and surrounded by all three female characters, Monica, Phoebe, and Rachel. We are drinking wine and eating Chinese food when Phoebe suggests we play strip Chinese. Having no clue what it is, I agreed, after all these were my best 'friends'.

The rules of strip Chinese: Using chopsticks, for every bite of food that makes it successfully into your mouth, one of the other participants has to remove a piece of clothing. If the food doesn't make it in, you have to take a piece of clothing off yourself.

To say I suck at using chopsticks is an understatement. Before long, I am the only one who is totally naked. Not sure what to do and feeling a little awkward, I grab another glass of red wine and sit on the couch. Monica hollers at me for having red wine on the couch and tells me to go into the bedroom to drink because the couch isn't stain proofed.

Walking into the bedroom, I see the bed has been stripped down with a covering over the mattress, a massive California King four poster bed with neckties tied to each poster. They urge me onto the bed, tying me up as they go slowly, first one arm, then the other, then the ankles. 

Lying completely naked and pulled spread-eagle, they turned on a small fan at the bottom of the bed to create a slight rush of air on my clit, bringing the sensitive nerves to attention. 

I am alone in the room now, they return wearing only bras and panties and mischievous looks. Monica and Phoebe are both wearing silk, Rachel is wearing all lace. 

I am getting very horny and try to grind against the bed but have very little wiggle room so to speak. 

They each take turns kissing me on the mouth and they all taste so sweet, a combination of wine, Chinese food, and lust. They are taking turns kissing each other as well, and soon all of our tongues were very well engaged, probing and tasting each other, and then switching partners to begin again. My entire body is so alive. I can't wait to see what comes next.

Monica and Phoebe move to either side of the bed, while Rachel stays on top of me, straddling my naked, the lace of her panties teasing my shaved pussy as she starts to move slowly, so slowly, up and down my body, kissing me the whole time. 

Monica and Phoebe each has a nipple in their mouth and were swirling, biting, and tugging, then kissing and starting over. I notice they stop for a second, one at a time, and realize they are kissing and fondling Rachel's perky breasts through her lacy bra. 

I'm not sure what is making me more horny, what they are doing to me, or the soft moans coming from her sexy throat while they attend to her breasts, their tongues circle her nipples through the lace.

Monica and Phoebe move down toward my ankles, kissing and licking as they go, but avoiding my crotch completely, while Rachel pushes herself up so those beautiful boobs are in my face. 

I kiss the material, trying to get as much into my mouth as I can at once. She is starting to moan as I take first one bra covered tit and the other into my mouth. I swear I'm going to cum and nobody has even touched my pussy except for the slight breeze from the fan, and that isn't enough to do it.

As Monica and Phoebe move to my bound ankles, kissing and licking as they have made their way down, I start to move once again against the bed, again to no avail. I have never been so horny in my life, and for girls!

They get to my ankles and stop there. As if on cue, Rachel leans back and takes off her bra. Her tits are beautiful, huge and round and perky. I take her nipples into my mouth hungrily as if I need them to live. I am greedy as I pull them and push them with my tongue, teasing them until they are hard like pebbles against my tongue and she is begging for release, telling me she's going to cum.

I tell her I want to make her cum, I want to taste her so bad, so she moves up. I see she still has her panties on, but they are crotch less so her pussy lips are peeking through. I have never eaten pussy before but I have watched lots of lesbian porn with my trusty bullet so I have an idea of what to do anyway.

I push her lips open my tongue, her clit is so hard that it is easy to find at once. I tentatively lick it using my tongue in a scooping motion and she cries out. I lick it with more force again and again and she tells me she's going to cum and then she does, all down my throat. 

I lap it up like a kitten, it's like the nectar of the gods, and then do it once more until she screams out again, and then I lay there, absolutely worn out by so horny I think I would explode at the slightest touch. 

Monica and Phoebe start to move up then, slowly licking and kissing their ways up my inner thighs. I can feel the lace of their bras and panties as they start to grind against my legs. The air in the room is electric, everybody is so horny for each other, we are almost sparking.

I feel feathery touches and kisses along my inner thighs and then suddenly a tentative touch to my aching clit with the tip of a tongue. It was hesitant at first, gauging, but then more pressure. I managed to wait about two seconds before I cum in her mouth again and again. 

Rachel begins her part again, mounting her wet pussy on my face. 

This time I take my time and explore more. I move around her clit, getting more daring as I go, nipping at, then following by a gentle blow, until it starts to harden, then I put my tongue inside her. 

She tastes so good around my tongue and I am situated so my nose can still move against her clit. She cums again and again and I drink her pussy juices greedily. Suddenly she stops moaning and groaning and fucking my mouth, and gets up and leaves the bed.

At some point, Monica thinks I would be better served if she switched positions and moved to the outside of my legs, to get a better angle. She starts suckling on my clit, then massaging it with her moist tongue, then repeating over and over again.

Phoebe puts one, then two long fingers inside me and starts moving her hand. I am getting thoroughly massaged inside and out and it is amazing. I am starting to build up another screaming orgasm and cuming so hard, then they stop yet again. 

They both move away from me as Rachel comes back in the room, and they leave. Rachel has returned with an 8 inch dildo and moves between my spread legs. I watch silently as she moves toward my aching pussy. 

She gives my clit a quick kiss, then kneels in front of me. She takes the 8 inch glass god and slowly puts it inside me, then quickly takes it back out, quickly puts it back in, and then repeats, over and over. The glass is cool and hard against my hot pussy and feels so good. 

I pull the bonds around my ankles looser as I struggle and writhe on the bed. It feels so fucking good. I scream out once and then again, as I am being fucked over and over again. 

She moves away from me once again and I see Monica and Phoebe have returned.

I see Phoebe has returned wearing a strap-on belt. She attaches the 8 inch dildo to it and fucks me like there is no tomorrow. In my wildest fantasies, I have never been fucked by another woman in any fashion and it is fucking glorious. 

After the initial shock of seeing a woman in that position, I cum so hard again. I am ready to cum yet again when I hear their fire alarm go off but they are ignoring it.

Oh crap! I fell asleep and my alarm clock was going off. 

Sometime in the middle of the night, my husband had decided to check on me when he woke up and heard me moaning in my sleep. Thinking something was wrong, he had turned on the light and I apparently gave him quite the show in my sleep. 

He said I was finger fucking myself so hard he was afraid I would hurt myself but he was afraid to try to stop me. When he had noticed the time and knew the alarm clock would be going off soon, he had taken a shower and lay naked waiting for the clock.  

I woke up to the sight of a beautiful 8 inch cock, much like the dildo in my dream, being stroked by my husband, fully erect and becoming even more engorged as I watched. 

He didn't know anything about my dream until later when I explained it to him, after our mini-marathon sex session. Too bad he had to go to work after a rock-hard cock after all, but to say the least, he was pretty happy to offer himself up again after work. 

He no longer has a problem with my falling asleep to the TV. Interestingly enough though, I had a DVR full of Friends episodes waiting that night when I got ready for bed very happy husband.