"Hey"

You didn't see me at first when you came into the bar. I was sitting there, nursing a beer, while you asked for mineral water. It was a hot night, the door open to let a little breeze into the room. You were sweating in a tee shirt and dress, which hiked over your knees as you perched on the stool.

"Hey," I said.

You turned at looked at me. I could see the disgust in your eyes. My shaved head does me no favors in the looks department, but that's fine. Instead it makes me look tough. I've got thick muscles on my arms, one covered with an okd Army tattoo, and a slightly roll of flab on my belly. People don't fuck with me.

"How'ya doin'?" I asked.

You looked away. Shame. You looked like you had cute legs. I wondered if you were wearing panties. Yeah, someone like you, bound to be. I finished my beer, knocked back the whiskey chaser, then went outside to leave you to your mineral water.

It was dark. In the parking lot behind the bar, almost pitch black. I sat in my car and lit a cigarette, just smoking quietly.

I didn't even know you were there until I heard your fottsteps just walking past, sashaying a cute ass in my rearview mirror, going to the next car. What you never thought was that I'd be there, and that a big guy like me could be quiet. Before you could turn the key in the lock I was behind you, my hand over your mouth, my other hand grabbing your hair tight.

"Scream and you're dead, bitch."

I threw you into the front seat of my car. It's old, one of those full-size jobs Detroit doesn't make any more.

"Don't even think about moving."

You were like a deer, paralyzed with fear. I pushed your head back and kissed you. you tried to keep your lips togehter, but my tongue pushed them apart, while my hand slid over your shirt - small, firm tits, over your hips, down to the hem of your skirt and up.

Yeah, you were wearing panties.

I slipped my hand under your ass, gathered the material and pulled. All the way down.

"You and me, we're going to have some fun." I bunched the panties in my hand and threw them onto the back seat.

"Slide your skirt up."

You didn't move.

"Do it."

I raised my hand, backhanded you across the face. Very slowly you began to obey, stopping halfway up your thighs.

"All the fucking way."

"Please...don't" you said. I could see tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Do it."

My hand tightened in your hair, made you wince.

"And don't scream."

You lifted the hem higher. One of those thick, dark bushes - you didn't wear a cutaway bikini.

With my left hand I loosedned my belt and unzipped my pants, letting my cock spring out. It was already hard, thick, precum glistening on the tip.

"Suck it."

Your eyes widened. I pushed your head down ont me, then pressed your cheeks to open your lips. I felt myself slide past your teeth, then pushed down on the back of your head until you started to gag.

"You like that, don't you?"

Your head bobbed slightly.

"You want it in your cunt, don't you?"

You shook your head. I pushed my cock to the back of your throat.

"Don't you?"

You nodded.

I pulled you off my cock.

"Turn over, on all fours."

You knew you didn't have much choice. You were in my power and I could do any damn thing I wanted. You turned and knelt on all fours, me behind you, rubbing on your pussy lips, starting to push myself into that tight little cunt.

My cock was pushing inside you, rough because your pussy was dry with fear. I grabbed your hair and pulled your head back.

"Like it, bitch?"

"Yes," you gasped. The tears had dried, leaving lines in the makeup on your cheeks.

My hand reached under your shirt, squirming under your bra to fondle your tit, pulling and tweaking hard on the nipple.

"Small, but it's all you've got, I guess."

Suddenly my cock was all the way in, probably deeper than you'd ever had a cock in you before, and I starterd to pummel you with it, hard and fast, pushing you up against the window, my balls bouncing against the back of your legs.

"Nice and tight, baby. I like them like that. And just think what it's going to feel like when it goes into your ass."

"Oh God," I heard you moan.

"Shut up."

"Please"

I brought my big palm down on your ass, a fast, quick slap. That quietened you. It felt good, so I did it again, my hand reddening your cheeks on every stroke of my dick.

I was feeling good, watching my cock slide in and out, and your cunt was getting good and wet.

"The night is young, doll. Plenty of time for fun. And it's time for you to get properly naked."

I pulled out, and without being told twice you took your clothes off.

"Give them to me. " In a rumpled pile, you handed them over. I lowered the window and dumped them in the parking lot.

"You won't be needing them for a while. Besides, it's warm, and it's going to get hotter yet. " I took hold of your scrawny wrist and placed your fingers on your clit.

"You ever get yourself off, baby? Sure you do, everybody does. I want to see you do that for me. Show me how hot you can get."

Tentatively your fingers began to move in circles on your clit, then a little faster, with a bit more pressure, one slipping inside you while I sat back and watched. Just as you were beginning to enjoy it, I took hold of that wrsit again and turned it.

"You've had your break. On you back."

My cock was hard, thick, slick with you as you lay back. I grabbed your ankles and held them wide apart, up above my shoulders, then I just slid right into your cunt, all the way to the hilt. A few strokes got me lubricated again, and I pulled out, moved my cock down slightly and began to inch into your asshole. you were crying, biting your lip to keep from screaming. That felt good. The head made it past the rim, big and purple, like a mushroom, and I just kept on pushing steadily, further and further into that virgin asshole of yours, so tight around me, like fucking a young, sweet pussy.

As I was ready to cum, I pulled out of your ass. You lay on the car seat, gasping, while I knelt above you, stroking my cock.

"Where's it going to be? On you face, in your mouth, or in your pussy?"

"On my face," you replied.

"You liked that, didn't you? " You turned your face away so I couldn't see your expression.

"Yes."

I could tell it was the truth.

I took your hands and put them around my cock. The fingers couldn't touch each other.

"Stroke it hard. You'd better make me cum good after all this."

You began to pump me, hard, then even harder, a look of concentration and fascination on your face. I squeezed your tits, pulled the nipple. The car was full with the smell of you, your juices running.

I came like a river, over your eyes, your mouth, even into your hair. Your tongue ran slyly around your lips, tasting me. You lay back on the seat. I zipped up my pants.

"Will you let me go now?"

"I told you, the night's still young." Reaching over to the back seat, I brought out a small bottle of clear liquid. "Drink some of that."

"What is it?"

"It doesn't matter. Drink it."

You took a small swallow and spluttered.

"Drink the fucking stuff." I raised my hand.

You took a swallow and looked at me, my hand still raised. Then you drank again, and again. I made you take almost half the bottle of moonshine before I had a sip myself.

It hit you in five minutes. You were asleep on the front seat.

"We're off to a party, doll. And you're the guest of honor."

Mickey lives out in the country a ways, a kind of run down house with Dobermans around to keep casual visitors away. He always has some guys staying, and I knew they'd be glad to see you.

"She's some stuck-up little cunt," I told Mickey. There were four other guys sitting there in the living room when I walked in with you over my shoulder, still passed out.

He took you and bent you forwards over a dining chair. Taking some electrical flex, he tied you ankles to the back legs and your wrists to the seat.

"Now, ain't that cute," he said, looking at his handywork. "All open and just the right height for a cock in the pussy and one in the mouth. I like 'em like that."

There you were, bound over the chair, still passed out.

"Wake her up," Mickey said. "Let her see what she's getting." He threw a glass of water in your face, and you spluttered as you came to. For a few seconds you weren't sure of where you were, and then you tried to move.

"Oh shit, she's screaming. Gag her."

With a rag wrapped round your mouth, things were quieter. Mickey took hold of your hair and raised your head.

"We're going to fuck you until we're sick of fucking you," he announced with a smile. He was a big guy, maybe 220 with a heavy beer gut that stuck out between his tee shirt and jeans. "Just so you can see what you're getting first, I'm going to let you take a look at this." Unzipping his pants he reached in and slowly pulled out his dick, a good 10" long and almost as thick as his wrist.

"You're gonna like this," he said with relish.

Standing behind you he began to push it between your cunt lips, his hands on your hips to steady you. The other guys sat on the couch, drinking, cheering him on as he began to penetrate. Your eyes were wide and fearful. you even struggled for a minute, until you realized it was no use.

With one heavy thrust, Mickey pushed himself all the way into you, and your eyes widened again. He wasn't subtle - he didn't need to be. He just pounded against you like a jackhammer, in and out, in and out, his pants around his ankles, belly swaying with each stroke. The room was full of the smell of your pussy.

"Hey guys, she's all wet. I think the bitch is enjoying it."

We laughed.

He yanked on your hair.

"Are you enjoying it?"

You nodded.

His hands moved and squeezed your tits, pulling the nipples, testing the firmness of your breasts. Slowly his heavy face tightened, his strokes went even deeper, and he pushed himself against you and came.

"That's got her loosened up a little. Who's next?"

That was Davey. He was a small, thickset guy with long, greasy black hair hanging to his shoulders. He produced a cock that was short but thicker than anything I'd seen, almost like a tree branch. He took up the position and began laughing.

"This is gonna hurt you more than it hurts me," he said and pushed. At first the cock wouldn't go in; it was too wide. He rocked back and forth, edging in the head, his fingers spreading your cunt lips wide as they could go, pulling hard on them, until finally the cock slid in. From the look on your face I thought he was going to split you in two.

"Oh yeah," he said. "Nice and tight. I like that."

His strokes went as deep as he could, then he made a circular motion so you could really feel the width.

"I tell ya, she's never had anything like this before."

He was slow, in no hurry, although the others were waiting their turn.

"What you say?" he asked. "Should I finish in her ass? Think she can take it?"

"I got ten dollars says she can't," Ronnie offered.

"Okay," Davey replied. "I'll take that."

He withdrew, and his said spread a mixture of cum and cunt juice over your asshole, then his fingers began probing inside, lubing you up. You were close to tears, thinking of that cock going up your ass, how tight it would be, how it would hurt.

"She's ready," Davey announced.

It was a tight fit, but eventually he pushed and shoved the whole thing in there.

"How you gonna get it out again?" I asked.

"Ill just cum and it'll slide out." He grinned. "Won't it little lady."

And he was right. He grunted hard, slapped your ass, and he slid back out, followed by a thin white stream of cum.

"So who's next?" he asked. "This is some prime fucking stuff."

Roy's cock was thin, but long, kind of like one of those foot long hot dogs. By the time he took his tunr you'd already been filled with cum so he just slid right in to you, pushing it as far as he could, then stopping, moving a little and sliding the rest of it home inside you, as your face creased with pain - but also more than a little enjoyment. You'd never had a dick that long inside you before. He kept working you, hard, hitting you on the butt occasionally. Your face tightened, and maybe you were glad you had the gad, because you looked as if you were going to come, a mix of pain and pleasure on your face. your body shuddered under Roy, and he shot his load the same time you came.

That left Mark, who was a real big ol'boy, with about fiftly pounds of beer belly, a face that had been scarred from a number of bar fights, and hair in a Marine buzz cut.

"Cut her loose," he said. "I want this one riding me."

Davey untied you, but left the gag on. You looked fearfully from face to face as you massaged your wrists and ankles.

Mark took his pants off and lay on the floor. His cock was almost as long as Roy's, thick and gnarled. The purple head looked out from the foreskin, until he pulled it back, when it proved to be the biggest head I'd ever seen. "Hey, better come and sit on this," he told you. You straddled him, the rest of us watching you, and slowly you lowered yourself. Mark had hold of his cock and guided it between your pussy lips, while Roy grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down until you were impaled on Mark's dick.

"Better ride, honey," I said. "Better ride good."

You moved slowly up and down, then began to find a rhythm, Mark's hands reaching round and kneading your ass.

"I think she needs a bath," Davey said and grinned.

We all still had our cocks out, and we stood around as you moved up and down Mark's cock. He was moving himself by this time, hips rising and falling, pushing you into the air and down.

We all began to jack off, cocks going from soft to hard, all poised around your face.

"I'm coming, boys," Mark said. "Let 'er rip."

As Mark push ed all the way off the floor, filling your cunt with cum, first one, then the rest of us began to cum, thick white good landing on your face, your hair, your neck, your tits, and slowly running down your body. You stood up slowly, legs not quite sure, and a stream of cum slipped from your cunt down your thigh.

-- "here I wonder, if my fantasy were to become a reality: If a Totally bald man were to take me against my will, to punish my poor pussy with his powerful pistonlike prick, would I not find freedon and joy?"