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NICHOLE
Nishole
nishole@aol.com
Chapter 2:
Nichole woke up before Dave the next morning, but not wanting to
disturb him and just wanting to think she lay there with her eyes closed.
She thought about the events of the previous night. She got laid. Not
really a big deal. It was only significant because it was her first time
and she now wouldn't be a virgin when she got married. Most guys don't
expect that anymore anyway. She was sore, her breasts and especially her
cunt ached. Well that was Dave's fault. She simply wouldn't see him
again.
She rose up out of bed, still dressed in only her stockings and
garter. She found her panties and skirt on the floor, picked them up and
decided to leave the panties behind. They were still damp and smelly and
there was no way she was going to put them back on. She figured Dave might
even like them as a souvenir. As she was putting her skirt on she heard
Dave start fidgeting in the bed. He blinked his eyes open. "Goodbye,
Dave." She said.
"Ya leaving already? See ya later, babe."
"Not likely." She said and left the bedroom, closing the door behind
her. Dave closed his eyes and smiled. "That what you think, babe." was
the last thought he had before he went off to sleep. In the living room
Nicki put on her jacket took her purse and left, locking the door behind
her. As soon as she stepped outside she felt the morning chill in the air.
Her body felt it too, her nipples getting all tight and tingly again as
they felt the cold air. She took the bus to get to the rail station. The
bus driver look her over, especially her cleavage as she was fumbling
through her purse for exact change. The bus was totally empty as this was
near the beginning of its run and she took a seat in the back. A few
blocks later three teenage boys got on. She could tell by their jackets
that they were all varsity letter men at the local school.
After paying their fare, they also went right to the back and sat on
seats surrounding her. "Good morning lady!" one of them said, "Aren't we
looking fine today."
"Must be a little chilly in that outfit though," another said.
"Yeah, but it is so pleasing to the eye." the third said.
She started to stand, but the first put his hand on her shoulder to
stopping her. "Where are you goin, lady. We've only just met. It would
surely be rude of you to walk away from us when we're only being friendly."
His smile was friendly enough, but the hand on her shoulder didn't wavier a
bit until she sat back down. "That's a good girl. Now tell me, what is
your name?"
"Just leave me alone, please."
"My what an unusually long name, Miss Please," the second one
chuckled. "Or is it Alone-Please? Mine's a lot shorter, I'm Horny, and I'm
very pleased to have met you." He held up his hand as if to shake hers.
This brought a loud round of laughter from the guys. One of the guys
started to stroke her hair. When she didn't take his hand after a moment
and instead just closed her eyes and gently shook her head "Mr. Horny"
reached between the lapels and grabbed her right tit with it.
When she felt him touch her she opened her eyes in shock and slapped
him hard across the face. The sound stopped all the laughter. "That
wasn't very nice, Miss Please," he snarled and he slapped her with a right
that almost knocked her off the seat and onto the floor. She kicked back
at him, but succeeded only in enraging them more. They threw her to the
ground and ripped her jacket open, popping off the buttons. Then they
started to bite and maul her tits.
She was unable to cry out because one of the guys had covered her
mouth with his hand. Then one of them, "Mr. Horny" reached under her
skirt. "Hey this whore isn't even wearing any panties!" He whispered and
raised her skirt so that the others could see. "She's ready to get it, and
I'm ready to give it to her." That guy climbed between her legs and had
undid his belt. He lowered his pants and shorts and rammed his cock all
the way in. Nichole thrashed so much that part of her cries made it past
the hand over her mouth.
When the bus driver looked in his rear view mirror to see what the
commotion in the back of bus was he didn't notice anything at first because
they were all below the seat line.
One of the guys took out a switchblade and held it next to her throat.
"You're next sound will be you last, bitch." He the proceeded to take his
cock out and dangle it over her mouth. "Make me come, bitch. Suck my
cock. And if you even think about biting me, you'll pay." So Nichole had
three well hung athletes at once, one guy fucking her, another with his
cock in her mouth and a third sucking on her tits.
It wasn't until the guy who was fucking her started to come and he
started yelling out that the driver pulled the bus over to see what was
going on. "Shit, man, the driver's stopping the bus, let's get out of
here." Even before the bus came to a full stop the guys had opened the
rear emergency exit and fled down a side street.
"Hey!" the bus driver yelled after them. "Get the fuck out of here
you assholes! Stay the hell off my bus or I'll kick the living shit out of
you!" One look at the driver showed that he could do it too. He reset the
emergency exit and went to the back of the bus and looked over Nichole top
to bottom and top again, He looked at her shapely, stocking covered legs,
her exposed, pantieless cunt, her tits covered only by come, still young
and firm, her pretty face without any makeup or adornment except for the
come splattered on her cheek and lips, and long straight blond hair.
"Man, I should've joined them, not chased them." He thought to
himself. "You a whore?" He asked her bluntly. Stunned and still dazed she
managed to shake her head. "Well you're only asking for trouble going out
dressed like that. You better get up. I'm going to get the bus moving
again. I wouldn't bother calling the police, they'll never find those
guys. I didn't get a good enough look at them to help you, and there were
no other witnesses. And besides, even if they do find the right three
guys, they'll get a bunch of their friends to lie for them so they'll have
a rock-solid alibi." It took every ounce of self control that he had not
to physically "help" her up, but he didn't trust himself and his marriage
didn't need this. His cock was already straining itself against his shorts
and as he sat back down in the driver's seat and drove the rest of the his
route he began to fantasize about the nearly naked blond in the back of his
bus.
Nichole moved up closer to the driver, which caused his fantasies to
run even wilder. He thought about her blond hair and soft lips. He
imagined her kneeling between his legs as he drove the bus. Her head
bobbing up and down his long hard black shaft. He could practically feel
her teeth scrape the underside of his prickhead, her tongue licking around
and around his sensitive tip. He pictured her sitting on his lap while he
was driving, looking over her shoulder. She was bouncing up and down, and
just as he pulled up to the stop outside the convent where all the nuns got
on, she started to come, screaming out at the top of her lungs. Then when
the shift was over he would take her back to the rec room in the bus yard.
There would be some definite recreation in there that day. He pictured
laying her over the side of the Lazyboy and giving it to her doggy style
while she took another driver in the mouth. He would drive her to the hilt
over and over again while those lips of hers would kiss the guys cock. She
would lick his balls, taking one and then the other and then both balls
into her mouth. Finally when they couldn't stand it anymore he would enter
her straight from the mouth and they would double pump her, timing their
strokes together. She would start to climb to a climax. The guy in her
mouth would shoot first. She'd begin to take it down the throat, but then
she'd gag because she was too distracted by the fucking she was getting to
even swallow so he would pull out and dump the rest on her face. She'd
start to cry out as her climax neared, "Yes. Yes! YES! Fuck me! FUCK ME!
Fuck me bus driver, oh Mr. bus driver. Yo, Mr. bus driver"
"Mr bus driver." Nichole called out. "Yo, Mr bus driver! That was my
stop you just passed!" She really was calling out to him, but not with
sexual excitement, but with anger. He quickly pulled the bus over.
"This isn't a stop, so you'll have to exit here out the front of the
bus. Sorry about that, my mind got wandering a bit there." He apologized
to her. "Wandering about you," he thought to himself. "And what I'd like
to do with you. Well at least I'll get to see you one more time." As she
walked down the steps and out of the bus and his life, he called out, "Be
careful out there." Shaking his head he drove off.
Nichole walked the five blocks to the terminal. When she got there
she felt cold and dirty. She got to the station checked the schedule and
seeing that she already had her ticket and had about a half hour until her
train left she went to the ladies room to clean up some. In the ladies
room the first thing she did was wash her hands and face. Then she soaked
some paper towels and started to clean off torso. As she was washing
another woman came into the bathroom. "I'm sorry, I was just cleaning up a
bit, I'll be out of your way in a moment," she said to the newcomer.
"That's all right. What happen to you doll? You're a mess."
"That's for sure, it's been a tough morning. I don't want to talk
about it. I just want to clean up a bit and go home."
"Well, let me help you with your back, you've got some dirt in some
scratches and you wouldn't want it to get infected, now would you."
"Thank you. I was wondering what I would do about that. My name is
Nichole. Here's some paper towels." Nichole passed her some damp paper
towels.
"Thanks, I'm Leigh. I think we'll need to take your top off," Nichole
did as asked and Leigh continued, "leave the bra on though. Oh, never mind
about the bra I guess." Leigh started to gently wipe Nichole's back taking
the grime from the floor of the bus off.
They both sighed with contentment together. Nichole was pleased for
this small pleasure of having someone else care for her. Leigh's hands
were soft and gentle on her torn flesh. The fingernails deftly removing
the pebbles that were across her back. Leigh was delighted to have a
half-naked pretty girl in her hands. She could tell by the materials and
workmanship of Nichole's clothing that she was not just some bag lady using
the bathroom for a shower. Her skin also had the softness of one who
bathed daily. Leigh pulled the band back on Nichole's skirt to clean under
there and noticed the lack of underwear.
"I like not wearing underwear too." Leigh told Nichole. "It feels so
naughty having just a thin dress between my most privates. It makes it
very easy to remove too. Do you always go around without underwear?"
Nichole wasn't listening to what Leigh was saying, just enjoying the
comfort of her hands and murmured an agreement to whatever it was Leigh had
said. "Me too. I just came in to the city to some shopping and just the
thought of being so close to all those people while wearing so little keeps
me damp all day long." Nichole Didn't know what to say, but she certainly
didn't like the direction this conversation was going. She decided that it
was time to leave.
"Thank you, Leigh, but I have to go now to catch my train."
"Can you take the next one?" Leigh asked. "I'd really like to spend
some time with you. I think we so much in common"
"No, I don't think we have that much in common, at all. I just want
to go home, excuse me." She stepped around Leigh and marched right out of
the bathroom without her jacket. She hadn't gotten five steps when the
ruckus that she caused made her realize what she had done. She stopped ion
her tracks not sure of what to do. She just stood there, circling in
place, listening to the noise. Some teenagers there started cheering and
clapping. The construction workers doing station improvements stopped and
whistled, beckoning for her to come over and hold their tools for them.
The parents tried to hide their children's eyes. And the children tried to
see what was going on. "Mommy, what is that woman over there walking
around without a shirt on?" She heard one little voice ask. "I thought
girls always wore their shirts."
"Don't look over their, Susie." Was the reply. "She's a bad girl.
Good girls always were shirts. She's a floozy."
After just a minute or two, Nichole came back to her senses and ran
back into the bathroom. Leigh was their waiting, holding Nichole's jacket
draped on one finger, smiling. "Thought you'd come back for this doll, but
I'm not sure why though. Without its buttons it won't do very much to
cover you, honey." Nichole grabbed the jacket out of her hands, put it on,
picked up her purse and with her hands thrust deep in her pockets to keep
the jacket closed, stormed out of the bathroom and to her train ignoring
everybody she passed, trying, unsuccessfully, to not blush too deeply. She
went to the deli counter and ordered herself a bagel with butter and a
coffee. She may have ignored her jacket opening when she took her money
out of wallet, but the fifteen year old sales clerk didn't. He never took
his eyes off her chest the entire time she was at the counter. His dick
was hard as a rock since this was the first live bare tit he had ever seem.
As soon as she left he took a bathroom break to relieve himself.
She looked up at the board as her train was announced. She went to
the track and took a seat in the rear of one of the cars. The car was
empty when she got on and nearly so when it left. The only other people
were a couple way in the front and a guy sitting a few seats away. Since
hers was the last stop and she wouldn't miss it, she put her head back to
take a nap after the conductor checked her ticket. She settled down
quickly and soon was snoring At the first stop the couple got off the train
and that left sleeping beauty alone in the car with someone who definitely
wasn't prince charming.
He noticed that she went to sleep and he, being bored got up and
walked down the aisle to take a look at her. He was surprised when he got
a good look at her. Her left tit was totally exposed as she slept because
the jacket had opened on that side. He quickly went to both ends of the
car and locked the doors so no one could walk in on him. Then he went back
to her. At first he was content to just look, but again he got bored and
gently stroked her face with his hand. At his touch she shifted in her
sleep. This caused her skirt to ride up so he could see the top of her
stockings. After she settled back down he reached for the hem of her skirt
and slowly lifted it up. Once he saw her uncovered pussy he laid the skirt
down around her waist. His boner was rock hard and he decided to do
something about it. He took off his jacket and his pants and shorts and
with on swift motion he covered her face with the jacket pushing her head
back.
Nichole snapped awake, but she couldn't see anything but she felt
pressure on her face. Before she could react she felt her legs being
separated and a dick entering her cunt. She tried to cry out but all she
could manage was a quiet squeal because her jaw was being pushed closed.
"Just shut up." She heard a man's voice. "I'm just giving you what you
wanted you half- naked nympho-whore. Why else would you go around -unh-
without a shirt -unh- or -unh- underwear on." She could tell that the guy
was about to come and she prayed it would all be over soon. It was and he
dumped his come into her. Then he hit her with a right across her chin and
knocked her out cold.
Nichole woke up a couple of stops later, alone and very cold but her
stop was coming up and she was very glad when she got the rest of the way
home without further incident.
Chapter 3:
Nichole finally made it home. Tired and dirty, she heeded a shower
and a nap. She undressed and stepped in the shower. At first the water
stung on her back where was all scratched up, but then it was relaxing.
She decided a bubble bath before her nap would be good She started the
water for the bath and added the bubble bath. Once the bath was full, she
stepped inside. She wasn't in her bath five minutes before the doorbell
rang.
"Delivery!" A man's voice called out. "Delivery for Nichole Dugan."
"One minute!" She called out and stepped out to get her robe. The
bell rang again. "One damn minute, I'll be right there."
"Don't keep me waiting, Miss Dugan." the voice called back.
Nichole thought that was impertinent of a delivery boy. She opened
the door as much as the chain would allow and held out her hand. "Let me
see your ID, photo ID," she said when she got to the door. She was all set
to give him a hard time and stall him as much as possible.
"Okay, here you go." and he handed her a photograph face down.
"Very funny," she said at seeing that it was a photograph. Then she
turned it over. "Ohmygod." She exclaimed and closed the door, leaning on
it, stunned. It was a photograph of her from the night before One of the
souvenirs. It was taken from above, while she was kneeling, with Dave's
cock in her mouth. Her face, her smile, very apparent as her tongue is
flicking across his cock head. Very apparent that she was enjoying
herself.
The belt around her neck looked like a dog collar. and the smile on
her face looked like a million dollars.
There was a knock on the door. "Better let me in, Nichole. You don't
want me to get upset right now."
She thought a brief moment and opened the door and let him in. She
couldn't let this get out. If her mom found out, if the people at church
found out. "What do you want?" She asked.
"Well, you can start with some of that." He answered, pointing at the
picture.
"No, I couldn't" she started.
"No? Very well then, our business is concluded then, I'm sure you can
look forward to a lot of people seeing more of you then. Goodbye Miss
Dugan." He got up and started to go.
"Wait!" She said as he started to open the door. "Come back, please."
He raised an eyebrow, gently closed the door, silently came back and sat
down on the couch. When she still didn't say anything he said, "Yes?"
"How much do you want, I don't have that much money...."
"I don't want your money. I want you. I want you to start by giving
me a blow job right now. If I get up again, I'm not coming back. And I'm
going to get up when I count to three." He paused "One." Another pause.
"Two."
"Okay. Okay, a blow job."
"Yes, a blow job for starters, then we'll talk. Take off your robe."
She took off her robe and knelt nude between his legs where he sat on the
couch. She reached over and undid his belt, unzipped his fly, opened his
pants and pulled his dick out of his shorts. She took his limp cock and
put the whole thing in her mouth. She then started to try to bob up and
down on it but since it was so limp, nothing was happening. She had to
hold the base in her hand and then pull back with her lips. She tried to
remember what Dave had taught her about cocksucking and she began to use
her tongue around the tip. "Listen, Nichole, " the guy said, "we'll be
here all day at this rate. Talk to me, tell me what you think about my
cock. Tell me how it excites you, you know. Give me something to be
excited about. Tell me how much you are enjoying this."
Nichole didn't know what to do. This guy wasn't responding and she
desperately wanted to get this over with and find out what he wanted. She
toyed with the idea of doing a horrible job so he wouldn't be interested
but she didn't want to chance his ire. If he knew where to mail those
pictures. She couldn't risk it. If he wanted her to talk dirty to him,
then dirty talk is what he would get.
"This is fun, actually." She began, trying to make it sound not
totally fake. "Kinda exciting. Reeeally Naaughty." She drew her voice
out, trying to sound husky. "I don't even know you, yet you're cock is
right here in my face. I can't wait to see this cock big and hard. Then I
can take it down my throat and taste all your cum. I've learned to love
cum. I wonder how yours tastes. Is it hot? Is it salty? Is it sweet. Oh
yes, your starting to get stiff. Let me see if this will help at all."
She proceeded to lick his balls. "Yes, you like when I lick your balls.
Yes I can tell, it makes you harder. Do you like it when I take your balls
fully in my mouth? Mumm, mumm, Oooh I can tell you liked that too. Look at
this, a drop of pre-cum. Let me taste it. Sweet, Oh please give me more,
give me all you're cum." Now she encircled his dick with her lips and
started sucking full force. using her tongue and her teeth, pulling him
all the way out of her mouth she said to him. "Cum on, big boy, cum all
over my face."
She started to pump his cock with her fist and lick the tip with her
tongue.
This was too much for him to take and he started to gush all over her
face. He shot her on the cheek, in her hair, in her mouth, over her chest.
When he was done he told her to simply "Clean me up. With your mouth,
leave yourself alone." When she was done, he told her to sit up next to
her.
She did so, the apartment was a little chilly for her, so her nipples
tightened up. Smiling he began. "First of all, I am only a messenger. I
have no information beyond what I am going to tell you now so don't ask me
any questions. This is your replacement blouse and bra from last night."
He handed her a package. "Mr. Talbot felt it important for you to know
that he is a man of his word. This package also contains other clothing.
Wear everything in this box except the bra tonight. Wear nothing
additional except black shoes, with a heel at least four inches high. Meet
him at this address at ten this evening." He gave her a typed address, it
was to a bar across town. "I am also to tell you to not be late because he
knows where to send these pictures, especially in Canton, Ohio." At the
mention of Canton, Nichole went white, that is where her mother was. "Do
you need directions to the address?" She not being able to say anything,
shook her head. "Very well then, my discussion with you is finished. I
would recommend getting some sleep during the day today. Goodbye." He got
up and showed himself to the door. When he left, he didn't close the door
after himself, rather he left it open fully so Nichole would have to walk
up to it to close it. She didn't even bother, she just laid back on the
couch and cried herself to sleep.
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NICHOLE
Nishole
Chapters 2-3
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