Please note: This story takes place in a very small autonomous republic in Eastern Europe. *"Oh God that's good." Muttered Zelena.She was bending over a sack of potatoes in the store room of her father's green grocer's shop. The shop was closed for the night and he'd gone upstairs to have dinner and Zelena and Mikel were "cleaning up", but the broom and dustpan were leaning against the wall of the store room while Mikel fucked Zelena.Mikel fucked Zelena hard, the way she liked it. She bent over the potato sacks, her ski... Continue»
Bella, you're driving home not expecting me, your husband, to be there as usual. My evening job always keeps me until the wee hours of the morning on the weekends. I'm a manager and bartender at the local pub, which had often made you wonder how much of the young clientele I sampled as well. I never came home smelling like anything other than work. You wish just every now and then I would show you the same devotion I did my job. We had just had an argument over that very subject this morning.
"Daddy, please make it home earlier tonight," you had begged. I just shook my head and told you, "Bella, babe, you know I can't do that. I have to close and do the books tonight, making sure that all the money is accounted." "I don't", my voice was growing louder and angrier with each word now, "have anyone else to do this that is trustworthy. The money I bring in keeps you in the lifestyle you have become accustomed to, now isn't that right?"
I had stormed out and gone to work right then. You supposed, I always seemed to find things to do at work when we had an argument. I had been right though, for the bar is one of the busiest in the city. We always have live bands playing. I generally bring home no less than $300 in tips a night. You had been tempted to tell me that you would give up certain luxuries for the exchange of more of my company.
Pulling the car into the driveway, You failed to notice that none of the lights you had left on earlier where now out. Only as you near the front door, key in hand, do you sense something is wrong...didn't I leave the light on.... You put the key in the door, unlocking it as you step inside. Fumbling for the light and finding the switch, you feel a hand close over your wrist. "AHH", you gasp. You're quickly yanked inside as a cloth is placed over your mouth and nose.
Rousing slowly, your head swims. Your hands are bound behind your back. Mercifully your clothes are still on. Next you try turning you r head, but the only thing you succeeded in doing is obtaining a sharp slap across the face. "Bitch," erupts an electronically altered voice,"I'm going to fuck that sweet body of yours and use you as a cumdumpster." Your mind races as you think of ways out of this. Wondering what time it is, you are curious how long you had been u*********s. If it is late enough maybe Daddy will make it home if you manage to somehow evade the impending ****. Surely, it would be ****. You'd never give your body over unless this cretin put a gun to your head. Even then you aren't sure if you would give in.
Strangely enough, your pussy is dripping wet. You're more than slightly aroused by the thought of some stranger r****g you. It has always been a fantasy, but I told you no when you had suggested role playing it nearly a year ago. It wasn't that you wanted to be ****d just act it out. Now it seems you aren't going to have a choice.
You lick your lips and taste the bittersweet metallic taste of bl**d as it trickles from your lip. Well perhaps this man isn't that interested in r****g you for he hadn't bothered to strip you before while you're u*********s. That thought comes to you just a bit prematurely, for even as you are thinking this, you're being hoisted up to a sitting position on the couch. The lights are still all off and you hadn't been able to glimpse anything of the captor yet, anything more than the blur of a hand before being slapped.
He looms above. You make out the vague outline of his figure. Looking up to where you expect his face to be, you see his shoulders in the outline of the streetlights shining in from the window. His face is guarded by an opaque Halloween mask. It won't hide much of his features but would make them obscure enough that you wouldn't be able to identify him unless it were for his physical traits alone.
His hand reaches down and runs along your high cheekbones. Obviously he is enamored by your beauty. You always keep yourself in excellent shape, even if your husband remains busy. Standing at 5'9", you have long thick raven hair, which at the moment is in a ponytail. Your breast, although not enormous, are 40D. Your waist while not tiny is slender enough and well toned at 32 inches around. You always thought you'd lose some weight but what woman doesn't think that. Your hips are the hips that make men lust after you, your 42 inch hips on your frame that give you what your husband calls a ghetto booty. Your ass is your pride and joy, your favourite body part. You work out toning and tightening it daily. it's nice, round and firm. You love the way I would rub your behind as we fuck, squeezing and gently working it with my fingers. My bare handed spankings REALLY turn you on.
All of the thoughts leap from your mind as you feel the man flick on the light. It softly illuminates the room just a bit more. He wears all black. Starting with a black jacket which he is now removing, under which he has on a tight black T-shirt that showed off his muscular chest. Daddy's features are remarkably similar to this man's you ponder. But it's only a fleeting thought as he stand in front of you. He pulls a knife from his back pocket. The intruder presses the tip of the knife against your throat before reaching down and lifting your top away, slicing it down the middle. Grabbing your ample, braless tits, I pinch and tug roughly at the nipples. "Ungh!," you moan, "Please sir, I'll do whatever you ask just don't **** me. My husband's due home anytime now. Take what you want and leave."
"Hahaha!" The man towers over you, lifting the voice alterer to his mouth and states, "I have been watching you and this house long enough to know that on Friday nights your husband doesn't return until nearly 4 in the morning. Now slut, you are going to please me." He raises you up, unbuttoning your pants before yanking them down. Your shoes are already off. He lifts you effortlessly while lowering your pants the rest of the way off. His big hands shoves you back down over the couch's back. Next he grabs the side of your thong, tearing it easily from your body.
Your voice catches in your throat as your breath won't come without some exertion now. Even with that being the case your pussy is damn near dripping. How could I be turned on at such a horrendous time you wonder. Your fantasy is becoming reality. There's nothing you can do to prevent it either. Your pussy is bare except for one small well trimmed strip of the same black curls that are on your head. Apparently the man has not failed to notice this either as he he removes your panties. "So I see," he growls, "that you are a natural raven headed beauty."
His hand comes down between your legs, spreading your pussy wide. Your pussy lips are already engorged as well as your clit. You're already aroused beyond any point you could remember in a long time. Finding yourself torn between wanting to beg the man to please not **** you and for him to fuck you abusively, what's a girl to do? Well, in your fantasy you had always struggled and fought with the urge to succumb to your horny nature. Opening your legs wider, giving him easier access while at the same time pleading, "No please don't **** me....isn't there anything I can do to save myself?" He slips two and then three fingers into your cunt, "You slut, your pussy is already soaked and I know how much you obviously want my dick inside you. Every bitch just wants to be ****d and every man knows that is her fantasy," he states.
You feel his other hand working its way down your asscrack, his fingers push between your cheeks, pressing against your tight little asshole. Daddy had not yet taken you there. The thought that this man might only furthers your fantasy, arousing you. You want to be taken, brutally fucked and left full of some stranger's cum. Plus you secretly hope he is enormously endowed because if he isn't it won't be as good as your fantasies. Daddy is hung like a horse. Knowing that means an average cock wouldn't appease your desires now even if you're being ****d.
You feel yourself raising your ass back to this man, relaxing your sphincter trying to allow him the intrusion he seems hellbent on gaining. Suddenly you note his fingers leave your pussy. They worked their way up to your asshole. He rims your ass with the wet fingers, lubing you up. As soon as he is satisfied with the job, he slips his fingers back into your pussy and then resumes his working on slipping his fingers into your asshole. It only takes the slightest push now and he gains entry. He starts with one finger, working it in and out until you feel his palm bottom out on your ass. "MMM," you moan, you immediately thought, fuck was that my voice. Then he adds a second finger to your upturned ass, pumping fiercely in and out. Your moans are now audible to him. You can't know just how much you're spurring him on.
You think now the one thing that would make this better is to have your mouth wrapped around his dick. You have always loved a cock in your mouth. You had learned to give head early on in your teens as a way to remain a virgin until you had found the right man. And what had first appeared as a task one day turned into an obsession. You had been willing to suck whatever boyfriend you had at the time daily, as often as possible. You love the taste of a man's big hard dick while inhaling the musty scent of his balls and manly sweat. You're surprised that Daddy didn't take advantage of this more. He used to love to spend long weekends fucking and placing you on your little knees before him and waving his big, black prick in your face.
The man now takes on a fevered tempo inside your ass with his fingers. At once he withdraws his fingers from your cunt and ass. Hearing the zipper of his pants going down, you feel his naked thighs against your legs. Glacing back over your shoulder, you see a huge prick through your lust filled eyes. He is every inch as big as your husband, maybe you think even a tad bit larger than Daddy. Almost as soon as you wish he would fill your pussy, it's happening. He isn't gentle at all. He just stands behind you, thrusting the length of his big, meaty shaft into you. "Oh fuck yes," you scream out, "fuck my tight little pussy, you dirty r****t."
You relent to your impulses. If he is going to **** you anyway, you're going to give in and enjoy it as much as possible. Pushing your hips back into him, you let him **** you without much of a fight. Your arms are sore from being pinned behind this long. But it only makes it more exciting knowing you can't free yourself. In your mind, you fully enjoy this and yet will play the part of the loving wife later when Daddy would inevitably try and console you from such a horrible ordeal.
"Take it all bitch," he yells while thumping away inside your well stretched pussy, "you know you like it you dirty little whore." The inside of your moist sex is gripping his shaft. Your centre of lust is given further elation by the fingers of his gigantic hands slipping deep inside your virginal rectum. You feel his fingers massaging his meat through the thin membrane inside your body separating the two orifices.
"Your hot, little pussy is awesome, slut," he moans, "I may have to break in again and **** your sweet ass on a regular basis." His voice is now unaltered. It seems familiar yet at the same time foreign. He has deep base in his voice. You're guessing that from the feel of his trouser snake plumbing your depths that his dick and balls play a part in his baritone words. He pounds you relentlessly for nearly 30 minutes, scolding and telling you what a stupid, worthless whore you are. Truth be known you love it.
He continues to slip in and out of you throughout your numerous orgasms. You observe that for a r****t he definitely is taking his time getting off. Finally he pulls out, leaving you panting for breath as you come down from your last orgasm. You fail to notice that he had not withdrawn his fingers from within your ass yet. Then suddenly your ass is void of fingers. Your body is left open and hungry still. In your fantasy he filled you with his spunk. However this man hasn't so much as given up a drop of his juices yet. Jumping, you note his breath on your ass. Next you bump against the couch as your bum is invaded by his tongue.
He doesn't do this long just enough to tempt you to beg for more. Then it happens, he straightens up as you hear him spit. Then his hands spread your asscheeks with his fingers on the rim of your asshole. (OH FUCK, this is it you think) He slips the head of his fat, black dick in easily, then immediately begins ramming your asshole. This time there is a stronger sense of urgency. You feel it and want to f***e him to drop a load in your ass. Biting your lip hard, you fight the urge to cry out as you suffer through this abusive anal assault.
Finally you can contain it no more, "Yes, Fuck my ass hard, **** my asshole you bastard," you scream, "bury that huge, nigger dick in my tight little virginal asshole." Upon the utter of the word virginal he starts pumping harder. Reaching around you, he pinches your nipples with one hand while slapping your thick ass with the other. "You dirty cunt," he swears panting for breath, "I'm going to cum deep in your tight little asshole and then leave you dripping with my spunk." Shoving your ass back at him as you near your own orgasm now, you tempt him to fill you as he promised. You earlier decided that this is what you wanted. You may not even tell anyone you were ****d. This is too delicious, you hope and pray he doesn't have any diseases.
You could feel his balls bouncing off your tight ass. Suddenly, he jerks and goes rigid against you as he nuts, "UGH!" he bellows, "Take it all bitch."You feels the warm spunk flowing from the tip of his dick deep into your bowels. You continue bucking your hips against his black shaft trying to drain him of his manly essence. Finally you feel him start to soften and slip from your asshole. He leans over, bites your neck and slaps your ass hard. "Thanks slut," he says, "if you tell no one what happened then I may return some night and plunge all of your holes next time."
He dresses before shutting off the light, leaving you naked and lying on the couch. His cum trickles out of your now ravished asshole. You wonder if he would just leave you that way or what he had planned for you now. That's when darkness encompasses you again. Catching the scent of c********* just before all went black, you feel your body go limp. When you awake once again, you don't know how long you have been out or if the man is still in the house. You feel your hands are now free though. Sitting up, you notice the caked jism on your asshole. Then as you stand up, you walk to the kitchen and flick on the light.
Gazing in awe at the counter, you observe that there is a rose with a note attached...
My dearest Bella,
I am sorry for this morning and I hope that I made up for it tonight. I did have to return to work though and when I get home you better be ready to give up that sweet ass to your husband instead of some vile r****t. LOVE, Daddy.