From exvio@aol.com Wed Mar 10 16:35:28 1999
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: nc17-bikini shop1
From: exvio@aol.com (Exvio)
Date: 10 Mar 1999 21:35:28 GMT

The NC17 books are completed e-books that are ready for release to the public.
Unlike the Dark Side Tales books, of which I am also the author, I do not
accept submissions for the NC17 books. 
     Send me an e-mail for details on how to get the books, the release
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					The Bikini Shop


                                Chapter One

(Note: This story also appears as a Dark Side Tale.)



     I have owned a bikini shop for almost ten years now, and I had
honestly never thought about my customers as anything but customers. I
tried to carry a mix of the newest designs as well as the older stuff.
     I don't know if it was the stress that made me change, the snobbish
attitudes of my customers, or what. But all of the sudden, I did start
to change.
     I think Danielle started it, though. I had always been nice, always
tried to show her the latest designs, always complimented her. Until the
day I heard her next door, at the diner, saying how over priced my stuff
was, and how old.
     Danielle was always smiling when she came in to see me, and she was
now, when she visited. But I had already started to make some changes in
the shop.
     I gave Danielle a few swimsuits to try on, like I always do. But
this time, when she headed for the dressing room, I went to a room next
door.
     Danielle took her time as I watched her. It was obvious she was
proud of her long, flowing bright red hair, which she brushed even now,
in the privacy of the changing room.
     I was almost breathless when she took off her top. Danielle had an
ample chest, and she didn't wear a bra. I smiled as her cherry red
nipples started to harden.
     Danielle now stood back from the mirror as she unzipped her jeans
and let them fall to the floor, leaving her in just a skimpy pair of
white panties.
     I had my eyes on those panties. Danielle had a thick forest of red
hair, so thick that her panties did a bad job of covering it. She hooked
her fingers in the sides and pulled them down now.
     Danielle smiled in the mirror, almost as if she knew I was
watching. Then I almost lost it. Danielle took her brush and started to
run it through her pussy hair.
     I wanted to run in and fuck the slut right there, right then. But I
didn't. I watched as she went for the skimpiest of suits, which I had
hoped she would.
     Danielle had never seen such a brief suit. She hooked the strings
and pulled it on. She could see only one view in the mirror, so she
stepped out of the room.
     I quickly made it appear as if I was rounding the corner when she
stepped out. I did stare at the suit. The material just barely covered
her nipples, and her red pubic hair was sticking out. I watched as she
turned and looked at herself in the 3 way mirror.
     Danielle had never been modest about her body, had always enjoyed
flaunting it. But when she saw her red pubic hair out, when she saw her
ivory white ass sticking out, she made a face.
     I walked up to her. I was through playing. I had made a couple of
other changes to the store. It was soundproof, and the glass on the shop
was mirrored, so I could look out, but no one could see in.
     "Noooooooooooooo!" screamed Danielle hysterically. "Ohhhhhhhh
Godddddddd! Stoppppppppppp!"
     I quickly moved what little material was in my way, then grabbed
her fleshy hips and thrust as hard as I could into Danielle's jiggling
ass.
    Danielle couldn't believe the pain as she felt me sink all the way
deep in her ass. She screamed even louder when she feklt me start to
slowly work in and out.
     I have to admit, it felt good to be fucking Danielle's ass, to be
forcing myself onto her and into her. Her tears, her begging quickly
made it worthwhile for me.
     Danielle ground her ass to the left, then the right, trying to get
me out of her. But my grip on her hips was too hard, and she felt me
again surge deep in her ass.
     I knew I couldn't last much longer in Danielle's ass. It was so
exciting watching myself in the mirror as I fucked the slut's ass. The
loojk of agony on her face was perfect.
     Danielle had never been in such pain in her life. She had never
been forced to fuck like this, and she had never hesitated when a man
wanted to fuck her this way. But I was taking it from her.
     I moaned in pleasure as I thrust in and out. It looked so good,
watching my prick working in and out of Danielle's ass, and it felt even
better than it looked.
     Danielle's bright red hair was flying everywhere as she shook her
head from side to side, the pain so overwhelming she wasn't sure if she
could breathe.
     I surged as deep as I could into Danielle's ass, then started to
come, riding in and out, watching the jiggling of her ass as my jizz
shot deep in her.
     Danielle continued to shake and sob and cry and beg, feeling me
continue to work my prick in and out of her even as I started to slowly
go soft.
     I wanted to make sure of two things: that this slut would always
remember me and what I had done, and that she would never talk about
what I had done.
     Danielle gave one final loud scream when she felt me pull my prick
out of her ass. I took my time, because it felt so good to be so deep in
someone who was such a bitch.
     I watched Danielle collapse to the floor at my feet, crying and
sobbing over her ass being violated. She lay there for several moments,
her eyes closed.
     Danielle didn't know what to do, how to react. To be attacked so
viciously had never been a worry of hers, and she didn't like the fact
that she didn't know what she should do.
     I did know what I wanted to do. I now reached down and pulled her
up to her knees by her red hair. As she screamed in pain, I slapped her
again and again, then thrust my prick in her mouth.
     Danielle reacted violently, choking and gagging to the poinbt of
hysteria. To be forced down on a prick after being so viciously attacked
disgusted her.
     I was feeling nothing but pleasure as I slowly worked in and out of
Danielle's mouth. God, her mouth was so wet! So cool! So perfect! I
thrust faster.
     Danielle tried to shake away, tried to pull back and spit my prick
out. I kept my tight grip in her hair and thrust my prick even more
viciously in her mouth.
     I could feel my hips exploding in pleasure, and I knew I couldn't
last very much longer. It was just too overwhelming, looking down and
seeing that red hair, and my prick in her mouth.
     Danielle had promisxed herself she would not help me, even if it
killed her. But I didn't care right then. I was fucking her face and
enjoying every moment of it.
     I could see the look of shock on Danielle's face. The poor slut had
been viciously attacked. She had thought she would never be violated
like this, and she had been wrong.
     Danielle just wanted me out of her mouth now. She surprised me when
she clamped her lips on, then sucked my prick as hard as she could. Then
she started to lick as well.
     I came moments later, my prick thrusting wildly in and out and
around her mouth, my jizz shooting in her mouth and down her throat, in
her hair and on her face.
     Danielle had never felt as much hatred for one person as she did
for me right then. She didn't like swallowing my jizz, and to feel my
jizz on her face burned her.
     I kept my prick in Danielle's mouth for several moments. She looked
so good down there. I finally pulled out and slapped her back down to
the floor.
     Danielle felt so helpless now. She had always been a good person, a
decent person, and now I had made her think she was something a lot less
by the way I had fucked her ass.
     I kept looking down at Danielle as she sobbed and shook on the
floor at my feet. The bikini, what there was of it, was quickly coming
loose on her.
     Danielle was crying, and she didn't have her eyes open. If she
would have, she might have tried to fix what was about to happen, but I
doubt it.
     "Ohhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyy Goddddddddd!" she screamed at the top of her
lungs. "Noooooooooooo! Plleasseeee!"
     I slapped Danielle across the face again and again. She lay flat on
her back as I ripped the small bikini off. I stared for several moments
between her klegs. She had such a rich, thick forest of hair. Then I
grabbed her ankles and spread her open, watching the red hair part. I
reared back and thrust as hard as I could into Danielle's pussy.
     Danielle shot off the floor in pain and agony. She had fucked a lot
of men, but she was scared, she was hysterical and she was dry. She
screamed again and again.
     I took my time sinking deep in Danielle, then took my time starting
to thrust in and out. I wanted to enjoy this fuck for as long as I could
no matter what.
     Danielle slapped me as hard as she could across the face, then
started to try and kick me as well. She was in pain, and I was the
reason. But she failed to stop me.
     I smiled as I fucked her even harder. It felt so goof to be so deep
in someone who was such a slut, such a bitch. Every scream was like
music to my ears.
     Danielle had been easy all her life. She had always enjoyed boys,
enjoyed men fucking her. But she didn't like me, didn't like what I was
doing to her.
     I was thrusting deeper and deeper in Danielle, my balls now feeling
her soft, red forest. She was still surpringly tight, and that was what
I cared about.
     Danielle now started to drop her arms to her sides, drop her legs
to the floor. The pain was starting to overwhelm her, and she was ready
to give up.
     I now fucked Danielle for all I was worth. I fucked her brains out,
and all she could do was lay there and cry and sob and shake and scream.
It was sooooo good.
     Danielle didn't look at me as I fucked her, didn't look at me as I
sucked on her nipples, didn't look at me as I kissed her again and
again.
     I thrust as hard as I could, as deep as I could into Danielle, then
came again and again, my jizz shooting deep in the crying redhead, my
jizz joining a hundred others.
     Danielle continued to shake her head and cry, feeling me collapse
on top of her. She felt so used, so violated. She would have gladly
given me what I took.
     I lay there, my prick deep in Danielle. I knew I had my victory. My
jizz on her face had been a sign she would always remember what I had
done, and my prick deep in that pussy was a sign she would never tell.
     Danielle heard the bell by the door, and she knew another customer
had come in. I stood, and started to dress. Danielle knew she had better
do the same.