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Authors name: QuietOne (quietone8591@yahoo.com)
Story title : Natalie's Intruder

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Natalie's Intruder
by QuietOne (quietone8591@yahoo.com)

***

A highly respected local television anchor comes home 
to find her condominium has been broken into by a hot 
looking young stud. Although he forces her to have sex 
without her consent, she quickly learns to love his 
sexual prowess and discovers a side of her personality 
she tried to repress. (MMF, exh, nc, orgy)

***

Natalie pulled her Mercedes into her gated condominium 
complex and parked. It was late and she was just 
arriving home from her job as anchor at the local 
television station. She’d only been in this job and in 
this market for six months but already her beauty and 
intelligence were helping her make a name her herself 
in the community. Ratings were rising and there were 
already rumors she’d be offered a new, more lucrative 
contract in a few months if the trend continued. 

Natalie had been working hard to make a name for 
herself at the station, not just as a pretty face on 
the 11pm news, but as a journalist as well. She’d 
worked long hours and as a result she hadn’t made many 
new friends in town. The buzz surrounding her arrival 
in town had prompted a few local bachelors to call her 
and ask for lunch dates, but they were mostly middle 
aged lawyers or car dealership owners with failed 
marriages in their past and bad comb-overs in their 
present. At 28, Natalie was more focused on her career 
than her relationships anyway.

Her shoulder-length brown hair framed a beautiful face, 
but her career had been helped by a tall, lithe figure 
which include a round, firm bottom and most noticeably 
to everyone she met, a full chest with pointed nipples 
that were occasionally visible through the tailored 
suits and tight t-shirts she wore underneath. 

She locked her car and walked down a long sidewalk 
framed on either side by beautifully fragrant 
honeysuckle and bougainvillea. When she got to the door 
of her condo, she pulled out her keys, unlocked the 
door and let herself in. In the foyer, she stepped out 
of her heels and pulled off the jacket of her neatly 
tailored lavender suit. She picked up the days mail and 
absent-mindedly shuffled through it as she wandered 
into the living room.

Turning on the lights she had the sense that something 
in her new home was oddly out of place. The glass door 
leading out onto the lanai was slightly ajar, and the 
soft, gentle evening breeze lazily billowed the 
curtains out into the living room. Had she forgotten to 
close the doors when she left for work? She couldn’t 
remember. Natalie sat down on the sofa, picking up the 
remote and turning on the TV. Quickly flipping through 
the dials, she found nothing to interest her and she 
got up, heading for the bedroom to change clothes.

As she entered the bedroom, she noticed two drawers to 
her bureau were slightly open, with a few of her 
clothes spilling over the face of the drawer. That 
seems odd, she thought. Natalie considered herself a 
neat freak and would’ve never left for work with 
clothes dangling all over the room. For reasons she 
didn’t quite understand, Natalie’s blood suddenly 
turned cold and the light hairs on her arms and neck 
stood on edge. Something was wrong here. Had somebody 
broken in to her condo?

Suddenly, she heard a low voice coming from behind her.

"Don’t turn around and don’t scream or I’ll blow your 
fucking head off." 

It was all Natalie could do to keep her knees from 
buckling and her body from collapsing to the floor, 
still she began to shiver uncontrollably with fright. 
Her condo had been broken into, but in her naiveté, she 
never stopped to think that the intruder might still be 
in her home.

"Alright, turn around very slowly and face me. But keep 
your mouth shut."

She did as the voice ordered and came face to face with 
a man pointing a gun at her head. He stood in the 
doorway to the bathroom, dressed in blue jeans and a 
white t-shirt. His head was covered by a bandanna and 
he had another bandanna tied across his nose and mouth, 
obscuring his face. All Natalie could see of the gunman 
were his piercing blue eyes peeking out over a dark 
blue cloth. She could only imagine how frightened she 
must have looked to him. As her mind reeled with how 
she should react, Natalie realized her first job would 
be to get him out of the building quickly.

"I have friends on their way over here right now," she 
lied. "My purse is in the foyer and there’s cash in it. 
Just take it and leave."

"I’ll leave when I’m damned ready," he said. "You just 
kneel down there on the floor and place your hands on 
top of your head. If you so much as move I’ll kick your 
ass."

Natalie quickly complied and the gunman began moving 
swiftly through the bedroom, checking for valuables in 
her walk-in closet and rifling through boxes on her 
make-up table. He walked over to her nightstand next to 
her bed and began pulling drawers open. Dear God, no, 
Natalie thought to herself, please don’t let him look 
there. With one hand, the gunman pulled out a drawer 
and stopped to look at its contents. In a low voice, he 
began chuckling to himself. Then he reached down and 
pulled out two copies of Playgirl magazine and a well-
thumbed beefcake calendar featuring shirtless 
firefighters.

He laughed again. "You’ve been a busy girl." He reached 
into the drawer and pulled out a long phallic shaped 
vibrator with a cord attached. Kneeling on the floor, 
Natalie could feel herself blushing in shame and anger. 
It had been months since she broke up with her 
boyfriend and she’d considered resorting to a vibrator 
a reasonable way to deal with transitory dry spell in 
her sex life. Now, this asshole was laughing at her for 
it.

He threw the vibrator on the bed and walked past her 
toward the half open bureau. Whatever he’d thought 
about his find, he’d moved past it and was looking for 
something to steal. He continued pulling open drawers 
and digging through its contents looking for something 
of value. He pulled open a small drawer at the top of 
the bureau and scooped his free hand into it. Natalie 
closed her eyes. The gunman was digging through her 
lingerie drawer and she could only imagine what his 
reaction would be. She felt deeply and personally 
violated, as if this gun-wielding stranger was looking 
into her secrets.

He pulled out a handful of her panties and threw them 
on the bed. Then, he carefully laid them out side by 
side. They were expensive and arranged in deep shades 
of red, blue and green. Natalie had always had a 
weakness for expensive lingerie and now he was putting 
his dirty hands all over her things.

"They’re all thongs," he said. "Is that what you like 
to wear?"

"Look, I told you there’s money in my purse," she said. 
"Take it and get the hell out of here before my friends 
arrive and find you here."

He told her to get up, then walked Natalie into the 
foyer, forced her to pull the money out of her purse at 
gunpoint and hand it over to him. He locked the front 
door behind her and placed the chain over the door. 
Then he ordered her back into the bedroom. As they 
walked through the living room, he paused to look at 
the television. Ironically, the TV was tuned to the 
station at which Natalie worked and a picture of her 
flashed momentarily on the screen.

"Holy shit," he said. "You’re that bitch on TV, aren’t 
you?" Natalie didn’t answer. She wasn’t sure if being a 
TV personality was going to work for her or against her 
in this situation. She just knew the faster she got him 
out of there, the better off she’d be.

She walked back into the bedroom with the gunman 
following, he told her to kneel down again and she 
complied. Softly, he began toying with the panties 
lying on the bed. Several pair he held up and examined 
closely.

"All I see in your drawer is thongs," he said. She 
could see by his eyes that he was smiling underneath 
his mask. "You wearing thongs now?"

Silently, her mind screamed "no". This was not where 
she wanted this to go. He had his money, now why 
couldn’t he just leave?

"Look, I’m a reporter," Natalie said, a hint of 
pleading creeping into her voice. "I know a lot of cops 
and they’re not going to look kindly on anybody who 
breaks into my home. It’s going to be even worse on 
anybody who harms me in any way. Don’t make a bad 
situation even worse. Just take the money and leave."

"Stand up," he said, ignoring everything she’d just 
told him. "Turn around and put your hands on the bed."

Slowly, she did as he said. She glanced behind herself 
to see him tuck the gun in the waist band of his jeans. 
Natalie felt dizzy, her mind spinning out of control. 
She felt him reach down with both hands and begin 
lifting the hem of her skirt. He slid the fabric upward 
until she could feel the cool air of the room on the 
cheeks of her exposed bottom. 

She had refused to answer his question earlier but 
quickly the intruder learned that Natalie was indeed 
wearing thong panties under her skirt. They were a deep 
cobalt blue and that morning when she dressed she’d 
felt that her matching bra and panty set went well with 
her lavender suit. Now, she regretted her decision to 
wear them.

"Yeah, I thought so," he said. Natalie could feel his 
hands on her hips as he knelt behind her. They were 
large and rough. He pulled the bandanna from his face 
and she could feel his hot breath against her ass and 
the back of her legs. Gently, he began to kiss her and 
she could feel the stubble of his chin. He hooked his 
fingers in the straps across her hips and pulled the 
panties to her ankles. He began to kiss her labia.

Natalie felt a shot of adrenaline coursing through her 
body, her heart beating and her stomach began to churn. 
God, no, she thought and pressed her hand across her 
mouth to keep herself from screaming. For a moment, she 
wondered if she might vomit and whether that would 
disgust him to the point where he might run away. Her 
arms shook as she braced herself against the bed.

Meanwhile, his tongue slowly circled around her pussy 
and he gently probed between her lips. Spreading her 
with his hands, he began to softly lick and nibble on 
her clitoris.

Natalie shuddered. Her skin grew warm and she felt 
light perspiration on her forehead. Slowly, almost 
imperceptibly, she began to feel small waves of 
pleasure drifting through her abdomen. The tightness in 
the muscles of her arms and legs began to relax and she 
stopped shivering. 

Her mind began to race. What is happening to me, she 
wondered. What was she feeling? Could this be what she 
thought it might be? Could it be that her attacker was 
actually giving her pleasure? No, she thought, that’s 
impossible. Still, she could feel her blood flowing to 
her lower body and she felt her arms begin pushing ever 
so slightly, half to brace herself, but also to thrust 
her pussy onto his warm, wet tongue. 

Natalie opened her eyes slightly to see the array of 
lingerie and the vibrator on the bed. Closer to her 
were the Playgirls and the calendar, opened to a 
picture of a particularly beautiful young firefighter, 
his bare chest thickly muscled and his smile framing 
his beautiful white teeth. 

She lifted a hand to cover her face and from deep in 
her throat she caught herself responding with a low, 
guttural moan. It shocked and embarrassed her and she 
lowered her head in shame. Suddenly, the intruder 
stopped licking her pussy.

"You like that, TV bitch?" he whispered. "You like it 
when you get your pussy eaten?"

Natalie didn’t answer but felt the wetness of his 
saliva against her vulva. God, what was she doing? How 
could this be happening? If anyone ever found out about 
this she’d be ruined. 

"Come on, baby," he taunted. "No more pussy-eating for 
you unless you talk."
Natalie was confused and angry. This wasn’t the first 
time a man had performed cunnilingus on her, but this 
was a stranger, someone who had broken in to her home 
and held a gun to her head. And now, she was acting 
like none of that had happened, she was like some 
college girl on a Saturday night date. It didn’t make 
sense to her, but as much as her mind resisted giving 
in to the sensation, her body reacted and only craved 
more.

Natalie hesitated, then her resistance broke, fueled by 
desire and her desperate need for sexual release. 
"Yes... yes," she hissed. "Don’t stop, I want you to 
keep going."
The intruder stood up and stepped away from her. "Okay, 
baby," he said, laughing slightly. "You get undressed, 
while I make a phone call."

Natalie fell to her knees on the carpet and slid her 
panties off her ankles, her skirt still bunched around 
her waist. She stood slowly, still wobbly and 
hyperventilating. She looked over at the intruder, 
seeing him for the first time with his face uncovered. 

He was tall, she guessed around six feet, with a sharp, 
angular chin and nose and about a three day growth of 
beard. She noticed even more now his muscularity, his 
body fairly rippled under his t-shirt and his jeans 
were skin tight. But what truly struck her was his 
youth, he looked to be a kid, maybe 18, maybe 20, she 
couldn’t tell. His hair was blond and fell in tousled 
locks around his ears and neck. He glanced at her and 
the sight of his electric blue eyes gave her shivers.

He dialed the phone quickly. "Dude," he said. "Whassup? 
Yeah, look I need you to get over here. Yeah, you know 
that condo we were casing last week? I hit it earlier 
tonight. Yeah, I’m there now. No, no, it’s cool. Dude, 
listen, there’s this bitch that lives here and she’s 
really hot. Yeah, no kidding. No, she’s hear right now 
and she’s hot to get fucked. No, I shit you not. 
Listen, grab Gary and get the fuck over here right now. 
The back way’s open, just come in there. Listen, man, 
you’re gonna thank me when you get here. Okay."

He looked at her. "What’s your name, baby?"

"Natalie."

"You hear that? Bitch’s named Natalie. You ever fucked 
a Natalie before? Well, get your ass in gear ‘cause 
your gonna fuck one tonight, dude!"

He hung up the phone. "I got some friends coming over. 
You cool with that?"

Embarrassed, Natalie simply looked down and began 
unzipping her skirt. She slipped her t-shirt up over 
her head and dropped it to the floor. She unhooked the 
cobalt blue matching bra and dropped it there as well. 
She crossed her arms over her chest and stood naked in 
front of the stranger who had broken into her condo 
only 30 minutes earlier. She felt a strange combination 
of arousal and shame.

"Damn, lady," he said. "You are fine." He walked toward 
her and lifted her chin, bending over to kiss her on 
the lips. She met his kiss cautiously, but after a few 
seconds, his tongue gently pushed into her mouth and 
she wrapped her arms around his neck. In moments they 
were French kissing deeply as he ran his hands over her 
buttocks. She slid her hands down his back and tucked 
them inside his jeans, grabbing full sensual handfuls 
of his hard, tight ass.

"Alright, baby," he whispered. "Tell me what you want."

She hesitated, then looked up at him. "Make love to 
me," she said. "I want you to come inside me."

He laughed again. "Oh, don’t you worry, honey," he 
said. "But first, you got some work down low to do." He 
placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed Natalie to 
the floor. Kneeling in front of him, she began to 
unbuckle his belt and unsnap the front of his jeans. 

While she pulled the jeans and his boxers over his hips 
in one motion, the intruder stripped his t-shirt off 
over his head. Natalie’s efforts slowly revealed a 
thick nest of brown pubic hair and as she lowered his 
pants, his cock emerged. He was semi-erect and as she 
pulled down his pants, it bobbed in front of her face. 
She was shocked at its enormity. Long and thick, she 
could barely grasp it with a single hand. 

As she touched his penis, she felt his hot flesh and 
smelled the warm mustiness of his crotch. For a few 
moments she gently caressed it, then nuzzled it with 
her cheek. She began kissing and licking the smooth 
mushroom head, then engulfed his cock with her mouth.

She looked up at him and saw him smiling down at her, 
caressing her hair gently with his hand. His chest and 
abdomen were lined with sharply cut musculature. He was 
deeply tan and his chest was covered with light wisps 
of brown hair descending to a straight line of hair 
dropping below his navel to his crotch. He was handsome 
in a wild, rough way and the sheer maleness of his 
desire turned her on. You are hot, she thought to 
herself, and you know it, don’t you?

"Why don’t you sit on the bed," she said, smiling. "You 
may not be able to stand up after I’m through with 
you." He pulled away and smiled back, sitting on the 
bed and splaying his legs wide for her. It was the 
first sign she had moved past the embarrassment of 
fucking a stranger and he knew it was a conscious 
decision on her part. She clearly wanted to give him 
pleasure and he was more than willing to take pleasure 
from her.

Natalie buried her face in his crotch, her head bobbing 
up and down on his now fully erect pole. She worked 
purposefully, caressing his rock hard abdomen and his 
muscular hips and thighs. Occasionally, she cupped his 
ball sac and breaking away from his penis, she would 
kiss and lick the crinkly skin before returning to his 
glistening member.

"I love your cock," she hissed. "It’s magnificent, it’s 
huge. I just hope my pussy can take it all."

"Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that."

When Natalie looked up, she saw him with his head 
tilted back. Looking to the side, she could see her 
reflection in the mirror on her make up table. She saw 
an image she’d seen many times before, subservient 
Natalie, kneeling before a lover slavishly fellating 
him as he moaned in ecstasy. Except this time, her 
lover was different. 

He was beautiful, muscular, masculine with the most 
gorgeous cock she’d ever seen in her life. And she knew 
that to please him, she would be forced to do things on 
this night she’d never done before, to push the 
boundaries of her sexuality. 

She knew she would be taken by this man (or was he a 
boy?) in ways she had never been taken before, that she 
would possibly wind up fucking multiple lovers, that 
she would likely be used and degraded, but none of that 
mattered to her. She wanted to explore a secret side of 
her that would surely shock every one who knew her. She 
felt liberated.

This wasn’t the first time she’d felt this way. In 
fact, her job in television prompted her to move to a 
new city every couple of years and she had to admit to 
herself, it was often because her reputation was 
perilously near a downward spiral. In one city, Natalie 
had been assigned to put together a series of first 
person stories about what it was like for woman to 
enter the local fire department academy. 

For several weeks, she became a fire department cadet, 
moving into the academy barracks and videotaping 
segments on her experiences. After only a few days, 
she’d become intrigued by one of the fire department 
instructors, a burly veteran in his late 30’s with 
broad shoulders and a thick black mustache. 

When he came to visit her dorm room one night, Natalie 
practically threw herself at him and they wound up 
having noisy sex on the floor. The next night he came 
back with another instructor and at age 25, Natalie had 
her first three-way. Before the assignment ended, she’d 
fucked nearly half a dozen other firefighters and found 
a new side of herself. She wound up with great sources 
in the fire department which led to promotions at the 
TV station and interest from stations in larger 
markets. In another city, she discovered fucking police 
officers was not only fun, but led to great stories as 
well. 


Suddenly, she heard voices from the living room.

"Yo, Mikey," they called. "You here?"

"In the bedroom," he shouted as Natalie continued to 
make love to his cock. She never paused as the two 
strangers entered the room.

"Holy fuck," one of the men said. "Am I too late for 
the party?"

"Natalie, honey, I want you to say hello to my 
friends."

"Hello." They were already starting to remove their 
clothes, but still Natalie felt a sense of calm even as 
her control of the situation ebbed away. Like the first 
boy, the others were young and muscular. Their cocks 
were not as large as the first one’s (should she call 
him Mike?) but it didn’t seem to matter.

Mike stood up, taking her hand and leading Natalie to 
the bed. He pulled the coverlet back and she lay down 
on her back stretching seductively, nearly purring like 
a kitten, her moist pussy open and vulnerable to 
whoever would take her first.

Mike crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between 
her legs. Natalie grasped his cock and positioned it at 
the entrance to her pussy.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" he asked.

"I’ve never been more ready to get fucked in my life."

Natalie gasped as Mike’s enormous cock entered her. He 
lowered his body on top of hers and began pushing in 
and out of her. She brought her legs together around 
him and placed her feet on his ass, pushing him deeper 
and deeper into her.
"Oh, yess..." she hissed. "Never...n...n...never... 
never like this b...b... before. Yeah, baby, fuck me. 
Fuck me, hard. God, I love your body…God, I love your 
cock!"

Like panting, grunting animals they fucked each other 
until Mike suddenly pulled out of her and rolled 
Natalie over onto her stomach. Reaching under, he 
pulled up onto all fours and began fucking her doggy 
style. One of the others, who had been stroking his 
cock while he watched Natalie being fucked, suddenly 
stood up and walked over to her. 

Natalie’s face was contorted with pleasure and as she 
opened her eyes, he cupped one hand behind her head and 
guided her mouth to his cock. Hungrily, she began 
sucking him as Mike thrust into her. The warm, bitter 
tartness of his semen only intoxicated her more.

"Come on," she whispered, gasping. "Cum in my mouth, I 
want to taste you."

He shivered and his hot fluid gushed into her mouth 
just as wave after wave of orgasm rolled through her 
body. Her body stiffened and she buried her face in the 
bedclothes, she could feel his penis rubbing against 
her head, squirting the remainder of his ejaculate onto 
her hair and cheek. Her ass lewdly thrust into the air, 
she could feel Mike tense and pour his semen into her 
pussy in long, copious spurts. She felt their combined 
juices pouring out of her, down her legs and onto the 
sheets. 

The three each took Natalie again before the night was 
over and after several hours she lay spent and 
exhausted, half conscious.

She awoke to see the three getting dressed, laughing 
loudly and making lewd comments about the "freaky 
bitch" and "our little ‘ho".

As they started out the bedroom door, Natalie looked up 
to see Mike leaving.

"Wait," she said. "Where are you going?"

"Home," he said.

She looked at him quizzically. "Is that it?" she asked. 
"You’re gonna just fuck ‘n run? You’ve got to tell me 
who you are, tell me how I can get in touch with you? 
Will I see you again?"

He looked at her and smiled. "What, you think you’ve 
found the love of your life? You think we got a real 
relationship going here?"

"I don’t know," Natalie said, smiling. "I just know 
guys who fuck like you don’t come around very often and 
I’m not sure I’m ready to leave that beautiful dick of 
yours alone."

"So, Miss TV bitch," he said, slowly rubbing his crotch 
through his jeans. "What are you willing to do to get 
some of this again?"

"Jeez," she laughed. "I think I showed tonight there’s 
not much I won’t do."

Mike walked closer, standing next to the bed. Natalie 
lay naked, her hair and thighs coated with jism as he 
reached down and cupped her chin in his hand.

"You willing to fuck me when ever I want?"

"Uh-huh."

"You willing to suck my cock whenever I tell you to, 
even in public, even with other people watching?"

She hesitated, then caved. "Yeah, I’ll do that. 
Whenever you want."

"You fuck my friends if I tell you to?"

"I’ve already shown I’ll do that."

"Okay, I’ll call you."

And with that he was gone. No kiss. No thank you. Just 
fuck ‘n run. But God, what a fuck. Natalie couldn’t 
wait to do him again. She lay down on the bed and 
stretched her naked body, feeling the softness of the 
pillows around her. Lazily, she reached over and picked 
up one of the Playgirls, leafing through the pages 
until she came to a series of photos of a woman 
fondling a young muscular firefighter with a thick, 
semi-flaccid penis, blond curly hair and a beautiful 
smile. It brought back familiar, erotic memories. 

She breathed a sigh and reached over for her vibrator, 
plugging it in to an outlet near the nightstand. 
Turning the switch, it snapped to life with a familiar 
buzz and Natalie slowly rubbed the phallus across her 
thighs, brushing lightly across the lips of her pussy. 
She looked down at the picture of the firefighter and 
softly inserted the humming shaft into her vagina. 
Shit, she thought to herself, these men just won’t 
leave me alone.

**

The next day, after Natalie showered and dressed for 
work, she was walking out her front door and heading 
down the flower covered sidewalk when the woman who 
lived next door, called out.

"Oh, Miss Natalie, Miss Natalie," the woman called. 
"Can I talk to you for a second?" The woman was in her 
mid 50’s, tall, thin and well-dressed. She lived alone 
in the condo next door and Natalie recalled that she 
had gushed all over her when she learned that Natalie 
worked at the local TV station. She’d been watering 
flowers and stopped Natalie frequently to chat.

They made small talk for a few minutes when the woman 
leaned forward to whisper.

"I just wanted you to know that this is a great little 
community and we’re all very pleased to have you living 
with us."

"Oh, well thank you," Natalie said. "I like the area 
very much."

"There’s just one problem," she said.

"Oh, what’s that?"

"Well, I don’t know how to say this, but, well .. the 
walls here .." she began. "They’re very …thin."

Natalie stopped. She wasn’t sure where the woman was 
going with this.

"You can... well, hear things," she continued. 
"Especially if you leave the lanai doors open. I hope 
you don’t think I’m being too impertinent, but I 
thought you really ought to know."

"Oh..." Natalie stammered. "Thank you." She starting to 
walk toward her car but the woman followed.

"I... I heard you and the young gentlemen who left your 
condo late last night," the woman said. "Now, I’m not a 
prude and whatever you want to do with your life is up 
to you, but I would think the local TV station wouldn’t 
want their new anchor woman to get a reputation, you 
understand."

Natalie blushed and tried to make a hasty exit. "Ma’am, 
I don’t know what you think you heard, but I can assure 
you it’s not what you think it was..."

"Oh, I know exactly what it was," the woman said. "I 
heard you pleading and begging those boys to have sex 
with you. And judging from the noises I heard you 
making, they didn’t turn you down either. I mean, it 
got so bad I had to go peek in the window to see if 
everything was okay. I saw you down on your knees 
giving that big fellow a... well, uh... well, lettin’ 
him put his thing in your mouth. Judging from the looks 
of things, that wasn’t the first time you’ve done that 
either."

Natalie tried to cut the conversation short. "Now, wait 
a minute..."

"Honey, I’m just trying to save you from damaging your 
reputation. I don’t care how cute he is, if you keep 
lettin’ these boys have their way with you, why it 
won’t be long before folks in this neighborhood will 
consider you a common whore. Have a little self 
respect, girl! It’s just not ladylike to go begging 
young men for sex!"

"Thank... thank you, ma’am," Natalie said as she closed 
the door to her Mercedes and started the engine. As she 
started to pull away, she stopped and rolled down her 
window, calling the woman over.

"Ma’am, I appreciate your advice," she said. "But I 
have to ask you one thing: did you get a look at my 
boyfriend?" She wondered whether it was appropriate to 
actually call him her boyfriend being that she met Mike 
and wound up fucking him within a couple of hours of 
each other, but Natalie thought it might put her nosy 
neighbor on the defensive.

"I mean, did you look at that face and that body? 
Unless you’ve had that gorgeous cock in your mouth or 
in your pussy, I don’t think you’d be telling me to 
stay away from him. The bottom line is I’ve never been 
fucked like that in my life and what you heard last 
night is going to be happening a lot more often around 
here, so you’d better get used to it. If it bothers 
you, you may want to move."

Natalie pulled away, leaving her shocked neighbor 
standing open mouthed as she watch her get smaller in 
the rear view mirror. Slowly, a smile crept over 
Natalie’s face. Reputation be damned, she thought. If 
things turned out as she hoped, her neighbors would be 
hearing a lot more moaning coming out of her bedroom 
very soon. Natalie just wondered if she’d be moving to 
a new station sooner than she thought once the local 
community discovered their favorite TV anchor woman was 
a cock-loving slut.

**

A week later, the phone rang at her desk in the 
newsroom and when she picked up the receiver Natalie 
immediately recognized Mike’s deep voice on the other 
end. He hadn’t called to ask her out but simply to 
"hook up", as he liked to call it. He came over the 
following Saturday night and again, they engaged in 
another round of passionate, vocal lovemaking. To 
Natalie, his body was like a drug and she was addicted 
to it.

Natalie and Mike continued to see each other through 
the next few months and he continued to push the 
boundaries of her sexuality. They took weekend driving 
trips to nearby cities where Natalie wouldn’t be 
recognized and could dress in the skimpy, sexy clothes 
Mike loved. 

She would take him to upscale restaurants and bars, 
then to hot, pulsing nightclubs where she loved to 
dance lewdly, arousing every man in the place, then 
walk out of the building draped on Mike’s arm, kissing 
him and fondling his ass. She loved the way strangers 
stared at them, perhaps wondering what the two of them 
may have looked like together, naked and fucking.

Occasionally, Mike pushed and teased her into 
exhibitionism. After long nights of drinking, he could 
every so often coax Natalie into climbing onto a bar or 
table and dancing with brazen sexuality. She loved the 
leering attention of the bar patrons and on a few 
occasions, he took her to fancy strip clubs where she 
always successfully convinced the manager to let her 
take a turn on the stage.

A couple of times, Natalie fucked some of Mike’s 
friends just to keep him happy, but when she became 
pregnant she knew it was Mike’s baby. Being that he was 
so young, the pregnancy scared Mike, but Natalie 
assured him she made enough money to care for the baby 
and she promised never to identify him as the father. 

She wondered whether her employer would allow their 
star anchor and most recognizable personality to stay 
on the air, however. She was a young, beautiful, 
unmarried and now she would become very plainly 
pregnant. The scandal that would create would now 
convince everyone what had clearly been the case: 
Natalie had been a very bad, bad girl and now she would 
pay the price by getting herself knocked up. But 
Natalie clearly was unrepentant and not ashamed of what 
had happened to her. 

After all, she thought to herself, when you have sex 
with the hottest guy on the face of the earth, you 
shouldn't be surprised when these things happen. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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