Message-ID: <60788asstr$1290510602@assm.asstr.org>
From: Baphe Metis <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Reporter [M/f, reluctant, nonconsentual, Mdom, anal, oral, extortion]
Lines: 879
Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2010 06:10:02 -0500
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


The Reporter

Story by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>

When you're growing up, being a journalist sounds like a respectable job.
The movies always have that intrepid reporter who stops at nothing to
uncover the hidden conspiracy or reveal some secret government cover up.

In real life, hell, it's just another factory, except instead of lawn mower
engines or 747s, reporters churn out paragraphs. The bosses don't care about
how in-depth or how important the stories are, just how many.

Such is the way my life ended up. In a small city with a population
struggling to break 20,000, career choices were pretty limited. Most
everybody works at "The Plant", slaving away 80 hours a week at that sweat
shop, doing the same repetitive tasks day in and day out.

I went to school with the goal of avoiding that fate, only to come to the
realization that print journalism wasn't much different, except for that
fact that we were expected to be able to read and write.

I ended up with the courts and cops beat. It sounds exciting, exept that
there's not much in the way of crime around here. All in all, life sucks.

The day started off like any other. I strolled into work to check the court
schedule. The day editor, Sue, flagged me over.

Sue was a short redhead with a petite body and legs to die for. She was an
older woman, but she hid her age well. I still find it hard to believe she
has a teenage son.

"This woman keeps calling for you," she said. "She won't leave her name or
number, she just keeps asking for 'the guy who does the police reports.'

"I got so sick of her calling that I finally told her, 'Look, if you got in
trouble and you're trying to keep it out of the paper you can forget it.' I
think I came off bitchy enough to get her to leave me alone for a while,"
she laughed at herself. She was the easiest boss in the world to work for,
but she knew how to sound bitchy over the phone to get her way.

"Thanks, Sue. I'll take care of her if she calls again."

Sure enough, ten minutes later, my phone rang.

"Are you the fellow who does the police reports?" The voice on the other end
was low and heavy and just a bit sexy. She sounded a bit nervous too.

"Yes, ma'am, what can I do for you?"

"Oh, it's so foolish!" she began. Her voice started to break up. It sounded
like she was holding back tears.

"We were parked off the side of the road when we just lost control. I should
have just went straight home, but I... I didn't.

"Then that police officer caught us. He scared the daylights out of me. If
my husband ever finds out... You... you won't put it in the paper, will
you?"

What the hell was she talking about?

"Well, I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about. What were you
pulled over for?"

"We weren't pulled over.... we were parked. This fellow from work I've
been... I've been... seeing. I know I shouldn't have. I have two kids! But
we were, you know... fooling around... and...."

"Okay, I think I understand now. Were you ticketed?"

"No, no he just told us we were on private property."

"Well, in that case it just depends on whether or not he made a report. I'll
go to the police station and take a look. If there's no report, then you
should be okay," I reassured her.

"Oh thank you!" Her voice changed and she sounded a hundred times happier.
"That woman I spoke with earlier was so mean. She said she'd make darn sure
that whatever I did made it in the paper."

"Right, well, if there's no report there's nothing for me to write about," I
said. "Give me your name and I'll look for it."

"Do you really need to know that?" She hesitated.

"Well, I have to know which report you're talking about. If I'm going to
help you, I'll need your name and the name of the fellow you were with."

Silence. I decided to try another tactic.

"Otherwise, we'll just print everything, there's no way for me to help you
if I don't know who you are."

She relented and gave me her name and the name of her paramour. "Gloria
Stockholm" music to my ears.

"Is there a number where I can reach you?"

"No," she said. "I'm at work. I'll call you back."

"Call me at about 10, I'll be in meetings all day."

And that was that. I rushed out the door, I had to get to the courthouse
before 4 p.m. to pick up the reports and I was running late.

"Gloria Stockholm" I got a slight hardon just thinking about her and that
sexy voice, imagining what she looked like... and what I could do with this
information.

At the police station, I thumbed through the reports. The usual petty thefts
and harassment complaints. I don't think there's a man or woman left in this
town who hasn't been charged with second degree harassment.

My heart jumped with I saw it. The name of Gloria's paramour jumped out at
me. The cop had made out an incident report. There was no charge filed, it
was just a record he responded to a call about a suspicious looking truck
pulled over on the side of the road. They were on private property so he
told them to move along without incident.

That was it. That and the truck's registration information.

I photocopied the report. It totally wasn't something we'd bother to report,
not even in a small town rag like the one I worked for, but I had plans....

Gloria called at 10 p.m. sharp.

"I've got bad news for you Gloria. The police officer did file a report.
It's pretty graphic. It says the two of you were 'engaged in heated sexual
relations' when he found you," I lied.

"Oh no! I can't believe it! Why?" she sobbed. "Why would he write that?"

"Don't be to hard on the cop. He's just doing his job," I said. "If
something ever happened to you, let's say your boyfriend beat you up later
in the night, there's a report filed that documents the two of you were
together. He's just doing it for your protection."

"But this could ruin everything," she protested. "If my husband finds out...
my children! You've got to keep it out of the paper!"

"Well, I'm afraid it isn't up to me, you called my editor so many times
she's going to be looking for that report now. In fact, she told me to make
sure whatever happened gets into the paper," I said. Sue's bitchy act was
paying off in my favor. I could paint her as the bad guy in this and Gloria
would find it all quite believable.

Gloria began to sob.

"Listen, maybe I can help," I said. "But I can't talk about it here, can you
meet me somewhere?"

"I get off of work at 11," she said.

"That's good. Do you know Benji's?" I asked. Benji's was the first bar you
came to from the plant exit. Of course, she knew it. "Meet me there after
work."

I quickly filed my stories, then I did a little research and made a few
printouts in the graphics department. I gave the night editor an excuse as
to why I was leaving. I told him the desk sergeant asked me to come back
because one of the detectives still had a couple of reports on his desk.
Then I headed off to Benji's.

I waited outside my car for about five minutes. It was a cool night, but
warm enough to be comfortable without a jacket or sweater.

A woman pulled into the lot and approached me. She was gorgeous. She was
older, in her 40s -- maybe late 30s, short, petite and flaming red hair. I
felt my cock swell in my pants as I prayed that this was her. She was
wearing denim short shorts, a tight white top and white tennis shoes.

"Gloria?" I asked.

"Yes, that's me," She said. I recognized the voice immediately.

"Let's talk," I said as I opened the door of my car for her.

"Here's the report," I said. I showed her a doctored version of the report
that I had made using the real report as a model. It was a steamier version
of the original, and I added her name, address and phone number instead of
"Person Number 1" as she was called in the original. It used all the police
jargon that I was used to from reading these things, so it sounded perfectly
authentic.

"I... I can't believe this is happening," she said. "You've got to keep this
out."

"I could keep it out," I said. "But my editor will be looking for it. If she
goes to the police station herself and finds this, she'll be mad at me for
lying to her and for concealing the report. I could lose my job."

"Please," Gloria begged. "You've got to help me. I know I made a mistake. I
should have thought about my children. It was stupid. Please, help me."

"I'm afraid it's just not worth the risk to me," I said coldly. "I would
have to be getting something worthwhile in order to take a big risk like
that."

Gloria's face turned cold.

"Worthwhile," she said tersely. "You mean money." Her tone of voice changed
completely. She was cold and almost angry.

"No, Gloria, I don't want your money," I said, almost laughing.

"What then?"

I put my hand on the bare flesh of her leg. Her muscles were tight and firm.
"You're very lovely you know."

My legs were shaking, but my cock was as stiff as a pipe. I was nervous as
hell, but I gathered up my nerve and leaned over. I gave her a soft kiss on
the jaw.

"N.. no!" she said. "That's how I got into this mess. I already made one
mistake." She pushed my hand off her leg.

"Are you sure about that decision?" I said, sternly. "I have the power to
keep this story out of the paper, but I can make damn sure it gets in."

"What do you mean," she asked? Her voice was unsure. I could hear the fear
and trepidation again.

I handed her a mock story I wrote. The headline read "Cops stop roadside
adultress" and the story went on to describe her and her family, her two
boys, the school they went to and how the police caught her with a married
man. I even found year book pictures of her sons to include in the story.

It was all very sleazy. I'm thankful to say that the paper I work for isn't
such a rag that they would actually print such a thing, but people tend to
think the worst of us. We've printed a few questionable stories in the past.

Gloria was shaking. Tears streamed down her face. I felt bad for her,
especially since the story was a lie. We would never print such a thing, but
she was so gorgeous. She was the perfect woman to me. The perfect age, the
perfect height, the perfect body. I even had a fetish for redheads. If she
were wearing a french maid uniform the fantasy would be complete!

I was too horny to resist the temptation.

"Convinced yet?" I said.

"W... what do you want me to do?" she said, sobbing.

"I get off of work at midnight," I said. "I want you to check out a hotel
room for us, then meet me there."

"Oh, please... no!" she protested.

"It's nothing you haven't done before," I said coldly. "Don't pretend that
you're some sort of saint. And I only want you for one night. I don't intend
to keep on blackmailing you."

"No," she protested. "I can't do this. I can't make the same mistake twice.
I won't!"

"I was afraid you'd be difficult," I said. I handed her another paper. This
one had all the names and addresses of her relatives and neighbors. I had
looked them up in the city directory before leaving the office. "I'm going
to mail a copy of the story to every person on this list. Recognize the
names? I'm also going to St. Joseph's Middle School, where your boys attend,
and drop off a stack of copies there, just to be sure all their friends know
what their Mommy's been up to."

She started crying uncontrollably.

"Convinced, Gloria?"

She nodded her head 'yes.'

I put the car in gear and drove to a nearby hotel. Gloria rented a room and
returned with the key. I dropped her off. I still had another hour of work
to kill.

Back at the office I told my editor that the desk sergeant didn't have
anything new for me, just an old report I'd seen the night before. He had me
make a few changes to the stories I turned in, then before I knew it,
midnight was here.

I raced to the motel at a dangerous speed. I opened the door and there was
Gloria, in the dark, sitting on the bed, sniffling. Light from the parking
lot shone in and bounced off her smooth shapely legs. She was frightened,
isolated, and suffering, yet all I could think about was how I wanted to
fuck her. Her tits were so petite and firm. I could fit those beautiful
globes in my mouth. Her waist was tight, her body came to a perfect hour
glass shape as her hips flared out ever so slightly.

I closed the door and flipped the light switch. I set the room's clock radio
to an easy listening station for some mood music. Then I went to the
bathroom and took some towels and tossed them on the ground.

I sat in chair and looked at my prize. She had composed herself, her tears
were cleared away.

"Take off your shoes and stand over there," I said and gestured to a spot in
front of me where I could direct the show. She wasn't wearing any socks.

She stood before me, this older woman in her late 30s with flaming red hair
and a beautiful bronze tan. Time to see how far that tan went.

"Take off your shirt," I commanded. She grasped the bottom of her shirt and
slowly lifted. My cock grew harder with every inch of skin she exposed.

Her belly was flat and firm, even a tad muscular. Her belly button danced in
the middle, a shallow little speck. The shirt rose and exposed the bottom of
her rib cage, then the white round globes of beautiful breasts, cupped in a
white, lacy bra.

She pulled the shirt over her head and deposited it on the ground.

"Now the shorts," I ordered.

She unfastened her shorts and gave them a downward tug. My cock threatened
to tear a hole through my pants when she bent over to ease her Daisy Dukes
below her knees. Those beautifully tanned globes seemed weightless as they
hung before me, offering a perfect view of the cleavage of a goddess.

"Now... the bra," I spoke slowly. I saw her wince at the words, she knew
what was coming, but she continued to hang on the tiny thread of hope that
this was all some sort of bad dream.

She pulled one strap off her shoulder, then the next. She turned her head to
avoid looking at me as she eased her arms out then pulled the lacy fabric
down to her waist. I didn't pay attention to her as she spun it around and
unsnapped it. My eyes were fixed at those two gorgeous mounds of flesh. They
were perfectly tan, as though she spends all day laying naked in the sun. I
could see a faint tan line where she would sometimes where a bikini, but she
was still perfect.

"God, you're beautiful," I said. I had my shirt open at this point, but my
pants were still fastened. I stroked my cock through the fabric, but I was
saving the honor of unsheathing my sword for her.

"You have the perfect body," I told her. "I think you may be the most
beautiful woman I have ever seen."

She didn't care for my compliments. She continued to avoid looking at me.

"On your knees," I told her. She swallowed hard, but obeyed. She knelt on
the towels I had thrown down. I walked up to her and stopped with my crotch
just inches from her face.

"Undo my pants," I ordered. She paused for a second, letting the command
soak into her brain. Then, without a word she obeyed. She unfastened my
pants pulled them down. I stepped out of them.

"Now, the briefs," I said. By this time, my cock was ready to tear through
the fabric. She pulled the elastic waist band down and my cock popped out,
brushing against her cheek, bouncing up and down.

Her eyes widened and she let out an audible gasp. Now, I won't make the
record books, but I have a decent-size cock. I won't flatter myself, I'm
sure she wasn't gasping at my size, rather, the sight of my phallus
triggered in her mind the reality of what was about to happen to her.

"I'll make you a deal," I said. "Look at the clock." It read 12:17.

"If you can get me off in the next fifteen minutes, you can go and we'll
call it even," I began. "But... if you *can't* then we fuck. And I mean, I
will fuck you in any way, in *every* way I want in any hole I want as many
times as I want for the rest of the night tonight."

"What do you think? Deal?" I asked.

Gloria paused for moment, thinking. "Twenty-five minutes," was all she said,
still not looking at me. Her southern accent was thick and sweet sounding.

I laughed. "So you think you can suck me off in twenty-five minutes? You're
welcome to try," I said. "It's a deal."

She took my shaft in her hand and wrapped her fingers around me. She opened
her mouth and eagerly swallowed my cockhead. Her hand jerked up and down on
my shaft while she sucked on my glans.

She closed her mouth and pressed her lips tightly against the top of my dick
as she sucked and pulled back. She continued to bob her head up and down in
short, deliberate strokes as her tongue teased my cock.

I groaned out loud and enjoyed the blow job I had blackmailed her into
giving me. She continued to suck eagerly. It was clear, I was dealing with
an expert.

Soon, she began to change her tactics. She took her hand off my shaft and
took more and more of my cock into her mouth. She pulled her head back and
then worked her way down my shaft, taking a tiny bit more with each down
thrust.

Her hands, meanwhile, began gently stroking my thighs, my balls, my ass. Her
gentle touches sent shivers up my body, while her mouth worked miracles on
my cock.

Gloria continued to try to deep throat me. She was over halfway down my
cock. Then, each time she pulled back, she gently let her teeth grate across
my length. Her fingers reached into the crack of my ass and began pushing on
my shithole.

The combination of sensations was wonderful and I groaned loudly.

"Oh Gloria, you're a fantastic cock sucker," I said. It was clear she was
trying to win our bet and she was using every trick she knew.

She took a break from deep throating and starting licking my shaft. She slid
her lips up and down the tender underside, then wrapped her tongue around my
dick and slid her face up and down its length.

She took a hold of my cock and began stroking me again. Her lips encircled
one of my balls and she sucked it into her mouth. She sucked on it and let
it pop out of her lips. She took the other ball into her mouth and sucked on
that one some more.

Then, Gloria returned to my cock. She took it in her mouth and began sucking
again. She slid up and down three quarters of the length of my manhood. She
let the head of my cock poke against the inside of her cheek and began
sliding her head back and forth, almost as though she were using my pole as
a toothbrush.

I watched her work, sucking and slurping away, trying desperately to get me
off. I admit, I came close a couple times and I had to get control of my
breathing and concentrate to keep from orgasming out of control.

The minutes ticked by and she sucked and sucked. She tried deepthroating
again, taking me in little by little. She slid down past the halfway point
and then pulled back. She took a breath and tried again, she took small
little "bites" and sort of ate her way down to about three quarters. She
pulled back and sucked up and down.

Then she forced her self down past the three quarter mark and very nearly up
to the hilt. She began to gag wildly and pulled back, coughing.

But she tried it again, and this time the full length of my cock was inside
her, twisting its way down her gullet.  I began fucking her face in short
little thrusts, her nose, pressed against my stomach, blowing down my pubic
hair.

I pounded my cock against the back of her throat, until she started to
panic. She pushed her hands against my stomach and tried to push away. I
held her head against me, but finally let her go. She pulled off and began
coughing.

She grabbed my cock and continued stroking. She licked my balls again.

"Cum for me baby," she pleaded.

She dipped her head between my legs and darted her tongue up the crack of my
ass. I gasp at the feeling of her hot, wet tongue licking between my cheeks.

She found my asshole and forced her tongue into it. I almost shot my load
right there as her fist stroked me roughly. She shot her tongue in and out
of my asshole giving me the most sensational rim job.

She pulled her head out and pushed my dick straight up against my stomach.
She licked my balls and then licked up the length of my cock. She bobbed her
head up and down licking the underside of my cock.

Gloria took my manhood into her mouth again sucking down half way, then
pulling back slowly, grating her teeth against my tender flesh. Then she
plunged down once more taking in my full length.

I slowly began gyrating my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth in short
steady thrusts. Gloria reached around slipped her fingers up my ass. She
stuck a single finger up my asshole and began to work her way in.

The sensation was fucking wonderful. We got into a rhythm, as I thrust
forward she would plunge her finger deeper up my ass. Back and forth in
short steady strokes I fucked her mouth while she fingered my ass.

She switched to two fingers and as they plunged inward, I thrust forward,
sending my cockhead butting against her throat.

We found a rythm and I continued to plow her throat until I could hold back
no longer. As I felt the flood gates begining to open I pulled my cock back,
out of her throat and into her mouth.

"Ooaagh!" I groaned loudly. "I'm cumming," I warned her. At the last second
I yelled, "Swallow, or the deal's off."

Then I came, glob after gob of hot, thick semen spewed into Gloria's mouth.
She tried to swallow and I watched as she swallowed obediently. But my
spasms were too intense and I knew I was shooting cum straight into the back
of her throat. She began to gag and cough violently.

She collapsed on all fours, coughing and hacking as cum dribbled out of her
mouth. She tried desperately to catch her breath between coughing fits.
Raised her arm and wiped the cum from her face.

She looked up, still coughing and glanced at the clock next to the bed. I
could see the color drain out of her face as a look of shock and horror
overcame her.

12:56

"no..." she said meekly, almost to herself.

"Oh, that," I said smugly. "Yeah, you lost the bet a long time ago."

I'm sure her head was reeling as she recalled the terms of the deal. "Every
way I want, every hole I want, as many times as I want."

"Get up," I ordered. I grabbed her by the arm and lifted her to her feet.

I held her body close to me, rubbing my hardening cock against the sheer
fabric of her panties, smashing her breasts against my chest. She turned her
head away as I tried to kiss her. I kissed her cheek and her neck. I kissed
the side of her jaw, then I forced my self on to her lips.

"Kiss me," I told her.

"Please, no. Not that," she begged in her thick southern drawl.

"I get anything I want, remember? Besides, you took my cock in your mouth,
now you won't take my tongue?"

"Please," she pleaded. "Let me save something for myself. For my own
dignity. Let me have something that still belongs to me and my husband."

"Fine," I said. It wasn't worth the effort. If she was going to give the
rest of her body over to me willingly, I was satisfied. I went back to
groping her ass and kissing her neck. I licked her neck and let my tongue
run across the side of her cheek. Then I tongued her ear.

I knew this intimate violation made her feel helpless. I was marking my
territory. For tonight, I owned her.

I turned my attention to her breasts. They were perfect -- full, round, firm
and beautiful. There was only a hint of a tanline and in the gloomy dark
motel room, it was barely noticeable.

With my tongue, I circled her left nipple. It stood at attention for me like
a good little soldier. Pleased, I took it in my mouth and continued circling
it with my tongue.

My left hand reached for her other nipple and I played with it between my
fingers. Gloria's body betrayed her as her breathing quickened.

I switched breasts and took the right nipple in my mouth and suckled her
breast like a baby starving for milk. My right thumb ran circles around her
left nipple in a wet, slimy saliva race track.

Gloria inhaled deeply, uttering a seductive sigh. Her body pushed forward,
perhaps unconsciously encouraging me. I reached down and found her panties.
They were moist with her juices.

I rubbed her lips through the silky fabric. I grasped my cock and rubbed it
against her lips, teasing her. All the while, I continued suckling those
beautiful breasts.

We clumsily worked our way over to the bed. As we lay together, I ground my
cock into her crotch and enjoyed the sensation of her perfect breasts in my
mouth. I massaged them with my hands and took in as much of them as I could.

With my hands on those beautiful globes, I worked my face down her abdomen.
She was perfect. Her stomach was taught and a bit muscular. Her abs were
firm from exercise and her belly button was like a shallow little divit in a
calm sea of flesh. I rubbed my tongue down the center of her body, between
her hard abs.

I tongued her precious little belly button and teased it as I worked my way
down to her shaved pussy.

I pulled her panties aside and teased the flesh between her crotch and her
thigh. Her legs were strong and muscular without an ounce of fat on them. I
rubbed the lean, fleshy muscles of her thigh as I licked the nearby sweaty
nether regions.

Gloria pulled the panties away, almost tearing them and began to rub her own
clit.

Ever so gently, I let the tip of my tongue glide across the crest of her
lips, just barely making contact. She shuddered.

"Would you like me to put my tongue inside you?" I asked, cruelly teasing
her.

She moaned.

"Would you?" I demanded again, more firm this time.

"P..Please," she asked. "Please don't make me...."

"Make you beg?" I finished her sentence for her.

I pursed my lips and blew across the sensitive flesh of her pussy. Then I
tongued her inner thigh. Her sweaty body was salty and pungent with the
smell of sex.

"What do you want, Gloria? Beg me for it!" I teased her.

Again, she just moaned.

I placed my hands on her soft, fleshy buttocks. I squeezed them, enjoying
the sensation. Then I lifted her up a bit and tongued her sphincter. I
pushed my tongue into her rosebud, feeling it squirm as I forced it open.

She moaned again, louder this time. Her fingers rubbed her clitoris
vigorously.

I withdrew my tongue and stuck a finger up her ass.

"Oh... your ... your tongue..." she said weakly.

"What about my tongue?" I asked.

"Put it... put it..." she paused. "Put it inside me."

"Ask nicely," I demanded.

"Please," she relented. Then she said, more forcefully his time: "Put your
tongue inside me! Please! Eat me out!"

That was all I needed to hear.

My tongue quickly darted into the inviting folds of her warm, moist lips.
The sharp taste of a mixture of sweet and salty was strong and shocking, but
I savored it.

She writhed and groaned under me as I continued to lap up her ever-flowing
love juices. Her moans grew louder and her squirming turned to thrashing as
my tongue darted in and out of her birth canal.

I lapped the inside of her fleshy lips with long generous strokes. Then, I
turned my attention to her clit. Finding it with my tongue, I gently took it
in my teeth and gave it a slight tug. Then I tended it to it with my tongue,
pressing against it and then circling it eagerly.

Gloria's body quaked with pleasure and her moans were almost screams.

It was music to my ears.

My cock was rock solid. I was ready to bury it in this bitch.

I stood up and forcefully pushed over to the bed. I threw her on her back
and spread her legs.

Then, she did something odd. She turned over to the nightstand and fumbled
through her purse.

Here I was with a leg in each arm and my cock standing at the height of
attention and she was doing what? Looking for a mint?

I laughed out loud when she pulled out a condom and offered it to me.

"But what if I get pregnant?" she cried.

"Then, you better hope your husband is at least half as dumb as you," I said
callously, and in I went. I plunged nearly the full length of my cock into
that sweet, sweet pussy.

The room filled with the sound of flesh slapping against bare, naked flesh.
I plowed her mercilessly and it seemed like the room shook with the squeak,
squeak, squeak of the bed frame.

Gloria arched her back and moaned loudly. Her hands flailed about wildly at
first. Her left arm found the bed post and clung to it. The right clutched a
pillow with a death grip, then went to digging into the sheets and the
mattress. She clutched it so hard, I swear her fingers tore five holes
straight through the bedding.

Her worries about getting pregnant were quickly forgotten.

It was obviously Gloria had never received a pounding like this before. Her
previous lovers must have been five-minute-wonders.

After a thorough pounding, I stood up.

"Get up!" I barked.

She stood up and I grabbed her roughly and pulled her close. Her breasts
squashed against my chest. She instinctively threw her arms around my neck.

I grabbed the back of her right thigh and pulled it up. With Gloria standing
on her left leg, my cock found the warm, moist folds of her love canal and
drove home.

I worked into a rythm again, pound quickly, but not as fast as before. I was
starting to get a little tired, but she was one fine fuck.

Gloria moaned and cried out loudly. She hugged me and I could feel her heavy
breathing on my neck and ear.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried out. "Oh, Lord!"

Her arms caressed my back. I could feel her gentle, soothing touch.
Sometimes she would spasm wildly and clutch me tightly. Other times, she
just ran her hands up and down my back, or across my ass and down the back
of my thigh.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, my!" she yelled in a strange mixture of discomfort and delight.
Finally, she uttered the words that it seemed like she had been holding
back, afraid to admit to until now.

"Oh... Oh... Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"

That's when I knew she was enjoying this a little too much.

I pulled out and pushed her away.

"Hands on the counter," I said motioning toward the second basin next to the
bathroom.

She bent over and braced her self on the countertop. I positioned my self
behind her, kicking her legs farther apart. I glanced into the mirror and
our eyes met. I saw her looking back at me, not with fear or hate, but
certainly not with love either. More of a business-as-usual look. We were
sex partners. She was doing her part and I was doing mine.

I plunged my cock inside of her again, this time in long, slow rhythmic
strokes. Periodically, I would stick my fingers inside of her and sample her
juices which seemed to flow with no end in sight.

Finally, I began to work them into her asshole. At first she enjoyed it,
letting out moans of delight, but as I poked and prodded her, working her
tiny bunghole wider, a horrifying thought seemed to come over her. As she
felt her own tightness reluctantly give way to my fingers, the sudden
realization that I was preparing her for an ass fucking came over her. The
words of our deal replayed in her mind: "any whole I want". She remembered
how ferociously I had assaulted her pussy. The thought of my massive meat
tearing open her asshole filled her with trepidation.

Her fears started to become reality as I pushed the head of my cock against
her rosy little sphincter.

"Wait! Wait!" she protested.

"Now, what!?!" I demanded, showing no patience.

"I... I've never done it there before," she said. "I don't ... I don't think
I want to do this...."

I maneuvered my cock back to her pussy and slammed the entire length into
her prompting a loud yelp. Then I leaned forward and grabbed her hair. I
whispered menacingly into her ear:

"Now, you listen to me, you whore. You're going to take my cock ...up
...your ...ass," I said thrusting my cock into her pussy as I said the last
three words for added emphasis. "Now, if you don't, the whole world will
know you're a whore. Your husband will dump you on the street and you'll be
fucking for your supper. Now, what will it be?"

Tears returned to her eyes. She put her forehead to the countertop and
closed her eyes.

"Do it," she muttered.

"What did you say?" I teased. "I couldn't hear you."

"DO IT," she screamed, annoyed, but resigned.

With that, I pulled out of her wet pussy and plunged into her asshole.

Her tightness was unbelievable. It was a struggle just to get the head in. I
spit on her backdoor and on my cock and tried again. With each push, she let
out a loud yelp as if I were forcing a knife into her back.

"OOOH! OOH GOD!" she screamed and cried harder.

"Just relax, you're making this harder on yourself," I said. "Gloria, calm
down and relax or this will hurt like hell."

She seemed to get the message and started to control her crying.

I pushed in again, this time penetrating. I pushed and pushed and at long
last, the head of my cock was buried inside her. Oh, yeah! I savored the
sight of it as I pulled out and forced it back in again. In and out, just an
inch at a time. I grew bolder and pushed in a little more. Gloria's
tightness never subsided. Every little incursion was literally entering
virgin territory. Her tight ass resisted me at ever thrust of my cock.

Gloria called out audibly as I pushed deeper and deeper. Each time I buried
my cock into her, her cries grew louder. Steadily, I forded my way into her,
the tightness of rectum gave way little by little. Finally, I had just an
inch or so to go, I had to bury myself into her. I felt compelled to give
her the full experience of the entire length and girth of my manhood. I
pulled out and then plowed my way in, burying myself up to the hilt. I could
feel my balls erupt as I forced my way in as deep as I could go. I orgasmed
longer than I thought possible, releasing a torrent of semen inside her.

"Do you feel that, bitch?" I whispered in her ear as I groped her breast. My
cock throbbed each time a load of semen pumped into her.

"Oh, God yes," she said. "How... how do you have so much cum?"

Man, the men she's been sleeping with must have been real losers. It must be
all the lead and mercury they handle at that hellhole of a factory.

I pulled out of her, my cock still semi-erect.

"Clean me off, woman," I commanded.

Gloria turned her head and looked at my cock. It was wet with the mixture of
our juices and tinted just a little brown from being in her ass. She gave me
an exasperated look, but she was too tired to resist. She got to her knees
and reluctantly licked the head, making faces as she did it.

I backed up and walked over to the bed and laid on my back, giving her full
access to my cock. She climbed on the bed with me and continued to gingerly
lick the cum and semen off my shit-stained cock.

"All of it, bitch," I barked at her. "Take all of it."

She gave me a dirty look, but she obeyed, taking the whole cock in her
mouth. She worked it vigorously and I felt my cock begin to harden just a
little.

"Mmmm, good girl," I said. It did feel good.

Gloria outdid herself with this blow job. I just wanted to humiliate her a
little bit more and show her who's boss by making her clean off my cock, but
she continued to suck me back to full erection.

"Alright, that's enough," I said. "Gloria, baby, we're done here."

But she kept sucking and jerking me off.

"Gloria, I said stop," I said more sternly this time.

"No," she said defiantly. "What are you gonna do? Fuck me again? I already
drained your balls."

"What did you say? I can't believe you just said that to me, you bitch," I
barked at her.

Violently, I pushed her back to the bed and pinned her down by the
shoulders. She spread her legs and I shoved her cock inside her.

"You think I can't fuck you again? Is that it? What's wrong with you, you
stupid bitch, do you want to get fucked again?"

She just glared at me. "Maybe I'm bad. Maybe you need to teach me a
lesson... if you're man enough!"

That did it.

I plowed my cock into her and fucked her violently, as fast and as hard as I
could.

"Is this what you want? Is it bitch?" I yelled as I fucked her. I sped up my
pace and fucked her at a breakneck speed. The entire bed shook as I pounded
her.

The look on Gloria's face changed from defiant to submissive. She moaned
loudly in what sounded more like pleasure than pain. "Oh, yes, fuck me!
Teach me... teach me what a man you are!"

I fucked like her like crazy until, unbelievably, I came again. My whole
body shook as I released yet another load inside of her, just as massive and
thick as the last. I plunged myself in deep and let the semen flow unimpeded
deep inside her body.

Gloria reached up and kissed me long and full on the lips. Our tongues met
and I drove my cock deep inside her while I explored her throat. We broke
our kiss and I was still cumming the last bits in tiny miniorgasms inside
her.

"I thought you were saving that for your husband," I teased.

"Yeah, well, fuck him," she said. "I found myself a real man."

Gloria and I continued to fuck for the next year. Every time, I gave her
what her husband and her other paramours could not -- a real fucking. We
haven't seen each other in a while though. She hasn't had much time since
she had the baby. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's my baby and yes, her husband is
just as stupid as her. In fact, from what she's told me, I'd be surprised if
any of those kids are his.

As for me, my job still sucks. Nothing exciting ever happens on the cops and
courts beat, not in this dirtbag town. Although... there is that time I
wanted to write a feature article on an underage prostitution racket... oh,
but that's another story.....
<1st attachment begin>

<HTML removed pursuant to http://assm.asstr.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy>
<1st attachment end>

----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+