by Dino Kovac
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I was playing backgammon on my Mac, hopelessly trying to calm down. An hour ago, I had called a hot line and masturbated talking dirty to a girl with Carribbean accent. It didn't help. I had to fuck someone before I explode. It was eleven o'clock when I shut down the Mac.
I went out into a hot July night. I climbed into my Ford and thought of driving over to 'African fantasy' striptease bar, where you could fuck a black dancer for 80 bucks. If you were lucky with the bar's lottery, they invited you onto the stage to fuck a busty baby during the show. I've seen a lot of guys who refused to step out; I guess they kind of chickened to screw in front of a large audience. Fools. I would fuck that Valerie chick so damn beautifully that the owner would offer me a full time job!
I started the car and maneuvered out of the parking lot. I was thinking whether to go there now and depressurize my anxiety. No, I was too horny to go to AF. It somehow fell short of my needs.
It was Wednesday and the streets were practically deserted. An ideal day, because on weekends the streets are crowded and many police cars drive around. My mind went feverish. I wanted a true excitement today, something to shoot my load ten feet high!. Jeez, I had practically become a wanking machine. Yet, where to find a pussy?
I drove around the town aimlessly, listening to a local radio station that announced where open parties were held. Goddam, no parties this evening. I took a turn from the deserted Roosevelt Square to Tempus Avenue and drove by a long four-story building which I knew to be the Wesley&Tweed Law Agency. I was passing by their private parking lot. when I saw her.
The lot was brightly lit and I had an opportunity to get a thorough look at the tall slim blonde wearing an expensive cherry-colored suit. She was walking from the building towards her car.
«Working late?» I murmured, pulled over to the curb and turned off the headlights. I waited as the blonde approached a shiny Dodge Viper. She hurled her attache case on the back seat and entered the car.
So you're not a secretary, sweet puss. At the very thought of ramming my cock into this wealthy lawyer bitch, my cock bounced up. The Viper left the parking lot. I allowed for a long distance before I followed. As I had guessed, she turned towards Everidge Hill, an elite suburb, inhabited mostly by lawyers and doctors. While I passed by the silent villas, careful not to miss where the Viper will turn, I wondered how to accomplish what I had in mind. When she stops in front of her house, I'd have to be close by in order to grab her before she entered the house. If I were lucky, she would have to open the garage door first, giving me some time. However, she was probably married and therefore not living alone. What if she managed to scream?
My thoughts blazed through my head. I didn't have the answer. Suddenly, the yellow light on the right side of her car flashed and Viper turned towards the white stone house. I stopped my car behind hers and opened the door, but the blonde was already at her front door. There was no way I could run across the lawn and grab her before she managed to alarm the entire neighborhood. I stepped on the gas and sped away.
Fuck you, I cursed, searching with my free hand for a ballpoint pen in the glove compartment. I found it and wrote her address on the edge of a road map. Mad and horny as hell, I drove to the 'G spot' disco. I was sitting in the car and my head was steamy with lust. The painfully vibrant basses and Madonna singing about sex didn't help me at all. I scanned the area desperately looking for a pussy and a pair of titties. Young people stood in front of the disco in twos and threes. My eyes closed on two men and a girl moving in the shadow of the nearby tree. They seemed weird as a group because one of the men was almost completely bald and around forty and the other, short and skinny, wasn't much younger. The girl was 18, maybe, black hair, great tits, wearing a short leather mini and black high heels. I first thought she was a hooker negotiating with the clients, but then, before my eyes, the action started. The short guy grabbed her tit. She slapped him. The older man moved swiftly behind her and caught her hands, while the younger one pulled something from his back pocket and stuffed it into her mouth. He also got out the blue tape, bit a long strip off and sealed her mouth with it. They did it with lightning speed, before she had a chance to shout, and I realized that those guys were well prepared. No, they weren't the first-timers. I could see both of them very well as I was less than thirty feet away, but protected by the shadow, with girl quieted, they must have felt pretty confident that no one was to notice the assault. The girl was jerking and trashing madly, but the older man held her with ease. The knife blade glowed in the short guys hand. He cut through the front of girl's white T-shirt. He also cut the bra between her breasts, but did not stop there, not even to look when her beautiful round tits with dark nipples popped free. He unzipped her skirt and let it fall on the grass. Frenzied, he ripped off her black panties.
Those guys don't know how to enjoy, I thought. Some other time, I would watch the assault with excitement, but now I was too horny myself. One glance at girl's neatly trimmed pussy set me off. I decided they were amateurs after all. They were no threat. I went out of my car and sneaked towards them. They shoved the girl to the ground and the older guy forced her hands above her head. I straightened my back, took out my fireman's badge, pointed it at them and said aloud, but not loud enough to be overheard by the people in front of disco: «Freeze!»
The rapists were dumbfounded. The older guy let the girl go and rushed into the park and the younger one followed him, his penis jutting out from his pants as he ran.
«Quick!» I told the girl and helped her on her feet. «I'm not a cop, let's get the hell out of here before they return!»
The girl snatched her skirt from the ground and slipped it on. She glanced around, obviously looking for her panties, but I pleaded in my best panicky voice: «Let's move! Don't get us killed.»
I took her to my car, hoping that she was shocked enough not to suspect her rescuer. She tore the tape from her face and spat the cloth. A moment later, we were rushing away.
«Thank you», she said. She was even prettier up close. «If you didn't come, I would be in a lot of trouble. I'm Diana.»
«Paul. How come you went there with those guys?» I asked, thinking about her bare pussy rubbing against the coarse surface of the seat.
«Surely you're not a cop, Paul?»
«Ever had a joint?»
I laughed and threw a glance in her direction. I liked the way she held the parts of a cut shirt preventing her tits to pop out. «All the time», I said.
She wriggled in the seat. I want your tight little pussy, I thought. My heart was beating almost audibly.
She said: «Well, they came to me in disco and offered ten joints for cheap, so I went out with them to do the exchange.»
Yes! A lucky break. Just what I needed tonight. Now I knew how to get her where I wanted her without any problems along the way.
I pointed my finger towards the glove compartment. «Open it. There's a Dunhill box full of joints. Be my guest if you feel like it.»
She lit a joint and inhaled. Gee, I needed it!, she said.
My cock was throbbing in anticipation. «Listen, Diana, it's not very smart to consume while we're driving, you know what I mean? If police halts us, they'll sniff the weed in no time. I'm thinking of pulling over somewhere. We have a joint or two and I take you home. How it sounds?»
«OK», Diana said. «Great weed you got here.»
I drove three miles to the hill above the town with a great view and turned off the engine. Diana offered me a joint. I took it, but dropped it immediately, leaned to her and said: «Show me your tits.»
She looked up with surprise. «Paul, don't fuck with me. It's not funny.»
I forced my hand under her mini and seized her warm cunt.
«No!» she screamed and pushed out of the car. She ran into the woods and I followed. I caught up with her in a minute and knocked her down. She fell on her belly and I hurled myself on top of her, pressing her with all my weight.
«Help!» she screamed. It only made me hornier. I knew no one was going to hear her shouts here, in this time of the night.
I unzipped her skirt in order to loosen it and lifted it above her buttocks. I got my cock out and pressed it against her skin, but failed to jab her hole because she was trashing wildly. She yelled for help the whole time but I barely heard her. I was completely focused on penetrating her. She put up a good fight and I enjoyed her resistance. I could have put a gun on her head and order her to be calm while I fucked her, but that wasn't my way. I'm not a wimp who cannot screw a girl without a gun or a knife. I like to overpower her just as a man should overpower a woman.
True, in the past, several women had managed to squirm out and escape, some literally from my cock, but that was the thrill of it. There's no excitement in sports in which your side always wins.
Diana exercised a praiseworthy determination to get free. As she managed to turn on her side, I dropped the idea to fuck her from behind and turned her all the way, on her back. She was hitting me and tried to dig her nails in my eyes, but I drove her hands down and held them firmly against the grass. I rested on her for a couple of seconds, my penis pressing against her pubic hair, until I caught my breath. When our eyes met, she stopped screaming.
«Don't do it, Paul. Please, don't», she said softly. I wanted to laugh. She sounded so fucking intimate, as I was her husband and she was telling me that she had a headache. I only looked at her.
«Don't rape me. No harm was done so far, I won't tell, just let me go.»
«I'll let you go if you give me a blow job. I won't fuck you if you do that», I said and gently sucked her nipple.
Her eyes begged me. Her voice went low and I am sure that it never crossed her mind that it only made her more attractive. «Paul, let me go. I can understand that you're excited, I guess you never did something like this before, it's not your fault, for Christ sake, I'm half naked
Please, don't rape me.»
«OK», I said. «I'll let you go.»
The best ideas come suddenly to me.
«Just don't do anything silly when I release your hands.»
«I'll release your hands and get up, OK?»
I let go of her hands and started to lift my body. Her thighs relaxed and her legs spread a little. Pretending I was trying to get off her, I pushed my penis down with my thumb and slid in her!
She screamed wildly and punched me on the face with all her might. It was too late; I was fucking her. I seized her hands again and managed to keep them immobilized without effort. She stirred under me while I thrusted and that was very exciting. I told her so. My movements quickened and she stopped trashing and shouting. She realized it doesn't make sense any longer since I was going to come soon.
But I felt that my triumph was not complete. This girl was a fine piece of pussy and she deserved a finishing touch.
I stopped my poking and said: «Listen, baby. I'm not kidding. You saw that I didn't shut your mouth. I don't give a fuck if someone's going to hear you. You also saw that I didn't beat you up to rape you. I didn't want to hurt you, but to screw you. You gotta admit I was fair, but now I'm thinking what to do with you after this.»
Diana's eyes widened. Anger and humiliation in them were replaced by fear.
«Y-you aren't going to kill me, a-are you?»
«It wouldn't be the first time. I can't have you go to the police.»
She started to cry. Good.
Of course, the murder threat was fake. I could never kill anybody and it was only a bluff, in order to soften her and force her to do what I asked.
«I like you, I said, and I'll not kill you if you give me a blow job and swallow everything to the last drop. If not, you'll end up
there.» I waved my hand in the direction of the river.
She kept crying. «Please, don't kill me. Please, please
«Good», I said and stood up, facing her. «Do it!»
She didn't protest. Not any longer. I watched as she clumsily got on her knees.
«Look me in the eyes», I ordered.
I love to keep an eye contact with my victims while they blow me. When we get this far, they are so cute, like obedient little Thai servants. But until they are subdued, they are Prom Queen cock-teasers, whores who fuck their husbands' best friends and frustrated lady managers who scream at male employees. Looking in their eyes while they're forced to suck my cock never failed to get me over the edge. I came in two minutes. She swallowed my sperm like a good girl. With my penis still itching, I got down on her again and slid my cock into her warm pussy. I pushed all the way in and out several times.
«Had to wipe it off», I said and stood up. If you go to the police, I'll kill you.
She stared at the grass and cried silently.
I buttoned my pants, glanced at her, got into the Ford and drove away.
I felt pretty sure that Diana will keep our little secret. If police didn't come in the morning or the day after, I'd know for sure that I got away with it again.
Jeez, I should stop before my luck wears out, I murmured to myself.
On the other hand, there was that sexy lawyer who deserved a visit. And I had her address.