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The Kissing Bandit
by Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)

***

A kiss is just a kiss. Unless it's not. (MF, nc, rp, 
oral)

***

Dicklamer: The very nice people who run this website 
have decided to tell you my story is not true, pure 
fiction. That's probably a good idea, let's go with 
that. 

***

Oct 31st was the day I'd been waiting for. I was 
finally going to fuck her. Susan was mine and it was 
time to claim her. I went over to her house a little 
after 6pm.

"Hey baby, how ya...?!" 

She was naked, my beautiful little slut was naked, she 
just could not wait for me to shove my cock in her. 
Susan dropped to her knees and pulled my cock out. The 
look on her face was priceless. She grabbed it with 
both hands and began smelling it, rubbing my fat cock 
all over her face. 

"I've dreamed about how it would look, it's mine now. 
I'm going to be so good for you, John I love you, I 
need you--this cock. Watch me, I'm gonna put your dick 
in my mouth now," she said as she began kissing and 
nibbling, sucking and greedily slurping. 

Her husband had trained her well. I'm not very long, 
but my dick is quite thick. Her mouth was stuffed, 
crammed full of John-cock I grabbed the back of her 
head and slowly fed it to her. She was coughing, 
choking really. I started to pull out, but she stopped 
me. Susan grabbed my ass and forced me all the way down 
her throat. Her eyes were tearing up and she was making 
these cute little retching sounds. She clearly would 
pass out soon, but she would not stop swallowing my 
cock. 

Somehow I heard her say quite clearly, "More, don't 
ever stop, CUM, I need your cum!!" 

I felt it in the bottom of my balls, I was about to 
erupt. I pulled her even closer to me, while I hunched 
forward and dumped a full load of sperm in her throat. 
The little slut sucked down every drop. She had a 
happy, satisfied grin on her face. She had pleased me 
and she damn well knew it.

She wasn't done yet. 

"John thank you, I want your cum in me every day. I 
will never get enough. I'm sorry but I need your cock, 
NOW. It has been so long since I was fucked. It has 
been years since it was by a man who really loved me. 
I've been really naughty and I need you to spank me, 
hard..." she said as she bent over and grabbed her 
ankles, leaving that firm, thick ass in the air. 

I was not sure if she wanted me to fuck her wet, tasty 
pussy, or her fresh, juicy ass (was it possible, was 
she an anal slut too?!). I had to have her, to possess 
her completely. So I took off my pants, and pulled out 
both of my cocks and rammed both of her holes. Say-
what? Shit it happened again. 

I woke up in a cold sweat, with a hard cum covered 
dick. God she was killing me. Susan Stacy was driving 
me insane. A great and terrible thing happened to me 
this summer. Out of the blue, out of the clear, pure 
blue--I met a woman and fell in love. 

I'm 34 and that has never happened, I don't think I 
even believed it was possible for me. I've never had a 
girl friend for more than a month. I'm not really a 
nice guy, I know that. I think my biggest weakness, and 
my greatest strength is that I can't, won't stand for 
Bull Shit. I have plenty of bad traits. I know that. 
But I don't lie, steal, cheat--and I will not fucking 
tolerate it. Ever. 

So now you know what happened to my previous girl 
friends. Susan was different though. She was beautiful, 
beautiful (my god she was beautiful). If I had to 
describe her she's kind of a mix between Deborah 
Norville and Jessica Simpson. She had this quirky  
sparkle and  I'd catch myself just grinning, with this 
big goofy, "boy ain't I lucky" expression. But it was 
more than that, she was kind, almost to a fault. I 
mean, she was as smart as I am but was so...nice it 
almost made her seem naive.

We had been dating about four months and still had not 
gone beyond heavy (prolonged, extensive oral) petting. 
I was slowly becoming her pussy master. 
I love to eat pussy, to make my woman gush, and 
whimper. I think I love that even more than having her 
pleasure me. 

Susan was not a virgin ("Duh she's 31"). But she was 
one when she got married at 19. He is the only man she 
has ever been with. 

She had a rough marriage. I know he was a jealous, 
verbally threatening, prick. I don't know if he was 
ever physically abusive to her ("Duh, I didn't hunt him 
down and stomp his ass, so of COURSE I didn't know.") 

They had separated 4 times in their 12 year marriage 
and her divorce would be final Oct 31st.

Which was a problem. Susan's lawyer had told her that 
in the state of NC a divorce decree can be delayed by 
six months if one spouse has committed adultery, and 
the other contests it. But I think it was more basic 
than that. I wanted this woman to be MINE. Until her 
divorce became final she belonged to someone else. 
Susan wanted to be able to say she had honored her 
marriage vows. That she had never fucked another man, 
had never given so much as a hand job. 

I've licked and nibbled and sucked her sweet pussy many 
times, but she has never seen my cock. 

I could hold out another 3 weeks, we both wanted to 
wait until she was free. But she was driving me insane. 
I was horny, sex starved and frustrated. I'm not making 
excuses, but I've never been in love, and I've never 
been that horny. 

That's the state I was in when I got the phone call. 

"Jaz it's me... can you come? I need you. I'm at the 
trauma center in Winston-Salem. They're keeping me at 
least one day. I'm in room 216." 

"Susan what is wrong, are you ok, what happened?!" I 
asked in rapid fire. The sound in her voice bothered me 
a lot. She had a tremor, a shakiness that I had not 
heard before. 

"UM, I'll tell you when you get here... please. I'll 
live but I need you -- NOW." 

I made the 10 minute trip to my local hospital in just 
under 8 minutes. The elevator was too fucking slow so I 
just ran up the stairs. I don't know what asshole 
designed the layout of rooms, but room 216 was across 
from room 246. When I finally found it I was pretty 
frustrated. I entered the room, and saw Susan sitting 
in the corner completely dressed (which seemed odd 
since we were in a hospital). 

She looked up and saw me and her face just... cracked. 
She was shivering and a trickle of snot was covering 
her upper lip. She was sobbing now and kept saying, 
"I'm sorry, I could not stop him." 

As I wrapped her in my arms I noticed the bruises on 
her face, she had been smacked--hard. Her voice had a 
thick rasp, and her neck had bruising as well. Someone 
had choked my girl friend. It slowly dawned on me, the 
unthinkable had happened. Susan had been brutalized. I 
felt the tears streaming down my face, I pulled her 
into my lap and rocked her softly. 

"Don't cry baby, I love you. This is not your fault. 
I'm here, I'll take care of you."

They kept her in the hospital for two days. A rape 
counselor was assigned but Susan could not talk to her 
about it. She could not stand for me to be out of her 
sight, and preferred to hold my hand or sit in my lap. 
All she would say is that it was "her fault, she was so 
stupid." The counselor took me aside and explained that 
this was a common reaction. 

"Mr. Pressman it is crucial that you keep a close eye 
on her. If at all possible I suggest you take some time 
off from work and just be there for her." 

I followed the Counselor's advice and notified the job 
that I would need at least a week off. Susan asked if 
she could stay at my Apartment, she didn't want to be 
alone. 

"Baby, of course you can. I'll make up the spare room, 
stay as long as you like, I want you with me," I 
reassured her. 

She smiled and said "Thank you so much Jaz, but I would 
rather sleep with you. Don't take this the wrong way, I 
do mean SLEEP. I'd just feel safer." 

I remember thinking..."Oh shit, how am I going to do 
this? Having her in my Apt would be great...having her 
in my bed would be hard (Rock fucking hard) for me to 
take. Having the woman I loved sitting in my lap all 
day had been tough enough. I wanted to ram my cock in 
her fat ass. She did not mean to but she was a natural 
wiggler, a sexy snuggler. But it was more than that. 
Her scent alone, drove me crazy. Her... temperature 
made me, well HOT. I was afraid I would humiliate my 
self. 

I did not want her to wake up in the night and see my 
cum covered boxers. To see how little control I had, 
how weak I was, how much I wanted to fuck her. Right 
then I knew the idea of sex, scared her, disgusted her. 
Clearly I was a selfish pig. In spite of all she had 
been through, the pain she had suffered, a part of me 
just wanted to fuck her right up the ass. 

Susan would be sleeping in my bed. 

It had been a rough first day for both of us. Susan was 
still unable to tell me what had happened. She slept 
most of the day, and insisted that I not turn on the 
lights. 

I was really starting to worry. Things got worse. I 
fixed supper and found her locked in the bathroom. I 
could hear her crying through the door. 

"Susan baby come out, it's me. Don't cry it won't be so 
bad if you tell me. You have to." 

Susan finally came out and sat on the edge of the bed. 
"John...I'm going to tell you, but I'm afraid of what 
you will think. This is really hard, so I think I want 
to tell it like a story, please don't stop me. Just let 
me get it out. Ok?" 

I agreed, sat down and put my arm around her. The sun 
was just starting to go down as she began her tale. 

This is what she said: 

You know that my friend Maggie and her husband Ron had 
invited me to a party Sat night. Ron tends bar in a 
small restaurant. What I did not know is that his boss 
Greg was there. He had seen me before, had been asking 
Maggie and Ron all about me. They told him where I 
work, when I get home--that I lived alone. I don't 
think they meant any harm, they were just playing 
match-maker and trying to stay on Greg's good side. I 
had decided to walk since they only live 3 blocks away. 

"Hey Susan glad you could make it. You know most of the 
people here, have a drink--relax," Maggie greeted me 
with a smile and a hug. I was having fun at first. They 
had were playing a tape of their wedding/reception and 
we were all laughing. I had two wine coolers and had a 
very slight buzz. 

Greg had been talking to me all night, sitting next to 
me. He was a gentleman, no flirting. I guess I thought 
he was nice and pretty funny. Greg insisted that I have 
one real drink before the party was over. I don't know 
why but I did. Around midnight I was missing you, and I 
decided to call it a night. 

"And where do you think you're going young lady?" Greg 
asked with a soft chuckle.

"I need to get home and walk my dog," I said as I 
walked towards the door. 

I said goodnight to Ron and Maggie and thanked them for 
a great evening. My legs were a little wobbly from 
sitting so long and from the two wine coolers and two 
scotch and sodas (that's like one drink for every hour 
I was there. I was not DRUNK.) 

"Watch it Susan are you ok, you look like you had a 
little too much to drink. I can't let you drive like 
this," Greg said as he grabbed my arm to help 
straighten me. 

I was a little embarrassed and said, "That's ok I live 
just around the corner, and I'm not driving." 

"You are not walking home alone after midnight. My 
honor as a southern gentleman will not allow it. May I 
please have the honor of walking you home?" 

It WAS pretty late, and I WAS a little drunk. He was 
so... insistent, and he was just trying to be nice. So 
I let him walk me home. When we got outside he said, 
"Let's take my car that way I don't have to walk back." 

He had a black corvette, and I had never been in one so 
I thought, "Why not?" 

He opened my door and helped me get inside. I was 
having difficulty putting on the seatbelt. Before I 
knew what he was doing, he leaned across me and buckled 
me up. Then he reached between my legs and slid the 
seat back to give me more room. His hand rested on my 
thigh for a second and I remember thinking "That's 
odd."

We were at my house in a minute or two. Again he 
reached across me and slid the seatbelt off. This time 
his hand bumped into my breast accidentally. I was a 
little uncomfortable but, thought it was no big deal. 
He insisted on walking me to my front door. He waited 
until I unlocked it and said, " Say Susan, I really 
need to use the bathroom, do you mind?" 

I did not know what to say. It was after midnight and a 
man I barely knew wanted to come inside. He had been so 
nice, I just did not want to make him think I did not 
trust him, so I let him in. I pointed him to the 
bathroom. I was starting to sober up and felt more and 
more uncomfortable. I knew how this looked and that you 
would not like it. He had done nothing to make me 
afraid, he was really nice, and he was Ron's boss. I 
thought I was safe. 

When he came out of the bathroom I was ready for him to 
leave. He wasn't. 

"Do you mind if I have a glass of water before I go, 
out one end and in the other, " he quipped. 

Again how could I say no to a glass of water? I went 
into the kitchen to get it. When I came back he was 
nowhere to be found. 

"Greg where are you? Greg? This isn't funny." I looked 
out the window and his car was still in my driveway. I 
looked around downstairs and kept calling for him. He 
was not there. I was very nervous as I went upstairs, 
but  I thought he was playing a joke. 

"Greg where are you? EEEk!" 

"I'm sorry honey, I did not mean to scare you. I just 
thought I'd take a quick tour. This is a big place for 
just you." 

I heard myself babble, "My husband used to live here, 
and we were thinking about having kids one day. Um Greg 
it's really late..."

"Ok, ok, I get the hint. Just finish my tour and I'm 
out of here."

I thought it would be the quickest way to get rid of 
him. I showed him my small home gym, the upstairs 
bathroom and computer room. 

"Well that's it, I said and headed for the stairs. He 
just laughed and said "Whoa there Missy, I think you 
forgot something. What's the matter you didn't make 
your bed? Maybe you have dirty clothes all over your 
floor. I want to see. Show me." 

What was I supposed to do? He is almost as tall as you, 
and must weigh at least 210 lbs. He just kind of herded 
me into my bedroom, and blocked the doorway.

"Greg I think you should leave now... I have a 
boyfriend and he would not like it, for me to have a 
strange man in my bedroom."

His whole face changed for a second. He got this sour, 
pissed off expression. It was just a flash, but I saw 
it. Then he grinned down on me and said, "I want a 
kiss. Give me a kiss and I'll go." I knew I was in 
trouble then. I was alone, trapped. I did not want to 
kiss him but... what else could I do? 

I gave him a fast kiss on the cheek. He just laughed at 
me. 

"That's not a kiss, that's a peck. I want a real KISS."

My heart was pounding. I had really done it. There was 
no way to avoid it. I would have to really kiss him. My 
mouth was dry but I leaned up and kissed him. I made 
sure my mouth was the only part of my body that touched 
his. It lasted for about five seconds. 

"Mmm better, you taste sweet Susan. Thing is... that 
was a kiss, but it was not a REAL kiss. Do it again." 

He pulled me to him and began kissing me hard, I could 
hardly breathe. 

"Susan...you're starting to piss me off. I'm going to 
get a real kiss from you. I'm not leaving until I do. 
Now open your fucking mouth, let me suck on your 
tongue, and give me a wet one."

John I was so scared, I just did not know what to do. 
So I did it. I let him put his tongue in me, and gave 
him the best kiss I know how to give. It was not 
enough. 

I could feel him now. His erection was pressing into my 
stomach. 

"Take your clothes off. I just know you're wearing a 
sexy little thong, or maybe a G- string. I want to see 
you in them when I kiss you. DO IT!" he roared. 

I was crying as I pulled off my jeans and top. 

"Please stop, don't make me. I have a boyfriend. I love 
him." 

I don't know how I ever could have thought he was nice, 
a gentleman. His eyes were so cold, cruel. 

"I don't give a fucking shit about your boyfriend. Now 
you better fucking kiss me right. We can do this quick, 
or we can take all night." 

I stood there in my little black lace bra and matching 
thong panties and kissed him. It went on and on for 
several minutes. 

"Something still is not right. I know, take my pants 
and shirt off. I want to feel your skin next to me." 

I couldn't do it. I tried but my hands were shaking too 
bad. He snickered and did it himself. 

"Since you could not follow my instructions you have to 
pay the price. I was going to let you stand up, but now 
I want you on the bed." 

I knew if he got me on the bed, in our underwear, he 
was not going to stop. I yelled "Help, RAPE!"

The next thing I knew he had shoved me hard and I went 
flying across the bed. My head bumped into the wall and 
I was dazed. He took advantage and straddled me. 

"You fucking tease. You little fucking bitch." 

He began making out to me. For at least 25 minutes that 
was all he did. 

"Tell me you like it, ask me to suck your tongue 
harder. Sluts like you always make me TAKE it from 
them. Tonight is going to be different. You're a good 
little girl aren't ya? I'm not going to hurt you, I 
promise I just want to kiss you, play with you a 
little. The sooner you be good, the sooner I'm out of 
here. Now I want to hear your little slut mouth beg me 
to kiss you, shit it's just a kiss. Is that too much to 
ask?" 

I was pinned beneath him, I could not move. I tried, I 
swear to god I tried to get away. He had me, and he 
wasn't letting go until I did what he wanted. 

"Greg, will you... um kiss me. Please."  

He smiled at me then and became much gentler for a 
while. 

"There that wasn't too bad was it? Just be good, make 
it good for me and I'll go. Susan do you mind if I play 
with your ass some. I mean, it's not a REAL kiss if I 
can't even play with your ass. Here, I'll let you get 
on top. You can play with me too if you want, "He said 
as he rolled me up and began playing with my panty clad 
ass. 

I did not play with his though and tried to remain as 
still as possible. He seemed to take that as a 
challenge. He tongued me deep, sucked me so hard I 
could barely catch my breath. 

"So good, so fucking sweet. Mmmm, thank you Susan, I 
love your ass. Are your tits real? Hmm let me feel... 
oh god they feel real, but you can never tell for sure 
until you suck them. It's just another kind of kiss. 
Take your bra off for me." 

There was no way I was letting him do that. I screamed 
for help as loud as I could and raked him across the 
face once. I heard him growl before I saw his hand. 

"Fucking bitch (SLAPP!). You don't scratch me (slap!), 
you will not scream (slap). You are going to learn to 
do what I say the first time. Now get. That fucking. 
Bra OFF!" 

I was really scared. He only slapped me, but the look 
on his face was so... vicious. The first one was the 
only one that was really hard. The next two were more 
of a medium slap, that he turned into a hard squeeze of 
my face. 

"Please don't make me do this. I'll, I'll kiss you some 
more, but please don't take my bra off," I begged like 
a pathetic little girl. I was so mad that he had 
reduced me to this. I was begging this asshole to let 
me lay on top of him (nearly naked) and kiss me. I even 
started kissing him, trying to talk him into it. He let 
me for about a minute. 

"Are you done slut? Good let me explain how this works. 
You are a cheap slut who likes to tease. Lucky for you 
I'm NOT a rapist. But I do have needs, and you worked 
me up. This is your fault. You do not invite a strange 
man into your house at 12:30 am unless you plan on 
doing Something. 

"If you had just kissed me like I asked (quite 
politely) I would have been a bad memory by now. 
Instead you chose to be defiant, remember you started 
the rough stuff. I was a gentleman before that. I asked 
you to take off your bra and you refused. You have to 
pay a price for that. You're gonna learn that 
disobeying me will just make it worse. I asked YOU to 
take off your bra. Now "I" will take off your bra AND 
your panties. Stupid Susan, very stupid." 

Just like that he began ripping and tearing my 
underwear off of my body. I started to struggle again 
but all he had to do was raise his hand and I stopped. 
I let him. Soon I was naked, completely naked. He 
rolled me over again and he pinned me. He was 
controlling me by the neck and hair. His kisses were 
even more intense and I felt so much more vulnerable 
now that I was naked. He still had his boxers on but I 
was so scared. 

He was playing with my nipples scraping them with his 
fingers. Rolling and massaging them. 

"Do you like that Susan? You have an amazing body, so 
fucking hot." 
 
Then he stopped and said, "Wait, I want to get a 
picture of this, where is your camera? Susan, I'm not 
kidding we are going to get a camera. Now you can 
either walk with me, or I'll drag you naked around this 
house by your hair, looking for it. Your choice."

I decided to tell him. He didn't know I had a digital 
camera and a camcorder. If he looked he might find 
them. I had not used my old 35 mm in years. It had been 
left in the back of the car one summer, and there was a 
chance the film might actually be bad. 

"It's in the computer room." 
 
In less than a minute he walked me in to retrieve it 
and had me spread on the bed again. There were about 20 
pictures left on the roll. I prayed to god it was 
defective. He made me pose for him. Every fucking thing 
he did to me that night he captured on film. I still 
don't know if it was defective. John...there may be 
pictures of me out there.

"Do you like being my little slut? God your nipples are 
so hard, you must like it. I want to make you feel 
nice. Will you behave now, will you be a good girl? If 
you obey I'll be so gentle. Will you do as I say?" 

I didn't want to say it but I was afraid to say no to 
him. I slowly nodded my head that I would obey.  I 
could feel his cock get really hard, and he began 
grinding into me as he licked my nipples. 

"Your tits are perfect Susan. You're making it so good 
for me. Relax baby, let me have you, just relax." 

Then he grabbed both breasts in his large hands and 
began squeezing and pulling. He jerked my body up and 
down and from side to side by my tits. I was screaming 
into his mouth, begging him to stop. 

"Shit Susan why do you have to be this way, I can't 
enjoy myself with you screaming. I told you not to 
scream, are you trying to test me? Fine. Since you 
defied me again, now you have to wrap your legs around 
me. Susan you know I can make you do it, but I'm giving 
you one last chance to participate. Spread your slutty 
legs open and wrap them around my back; while you suck 
my tongue and I play with your juicy tits and sweet 
ass." 

I did it, I had no choice, I knew that. I could feel 
his cock much better now. He wasn't just grinding, he 
was almost rutting into me through his boxers.

"How do you like THAT, huh Susan. Do you need me to 
fuck you? Can you feel me baby, do you see what you 
have done to me? I won't do it unless you ask. If you 
want this big cock you gotta ask for it. I smell you 
baby, I can smell how wet you are. God what a perfect 
slut you are. You taste so good. Your mouth, your tits, 
your belly. I bet your pussy tastes sweet too. Hmm, do 
you keep it nice and fresh? Do you want me to eat you 
baby, is that what you need?" 

He was going to have to beat me. I would rather die 
than let this man put his mouth on me down there. You 
are the only man who has ever done that--my husband 
thought it was gross. My pussy belonged to you in that 
way. I always thought of it like you took my virginity 
down there, it was so precious. 

"I'm sorry, I don't want to make you mad but I can't do 
it. Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry." 

It looked like he was fighting to get control of 
himself. Finally he calmed down. Then he patted my head 
like a small child (or a dog), and began to chuckle. 

"I'm trying to get along with you Susan, I really am. 
Sigh, oh-kay. I'll make you a deal. I won't suck your 
pussy if you take my boxers off, and spread yourself 
wide. I want to see your cunt up close. Smell you good. 
Now c'mon admit it, that is fair." 

I realized this was the best deal I could get from him. 
I took it. I pulled his boxers off. He had this big 
grin on his face as the kissing started up again. I 
have to admit it... he knew what he was doing. I mean I 
hated it, but he knew what he was doing. Lips, neck, 
tongue, tits, belly button, feet, thighs, it just never 
ended. 

And then it did. 

"Ok spread yourself open. Wider--pull your lips apart. 
OH Susan, damn you have a pretty pussy. It's so tiny, I 
bet you would be nice and tight on my fat cock. Heh 
just kidding, don't panic. C'mere let me smell you 
slut."
 
His face was in my crotch, his nose was up my cunt and 
he began moving it around. I was whimpering, mewling. 
It was like his nose was a tiny little cock. He kept 
rubbing it against my clit, and then sticking it deep 
in my slit as I held myself open for him. It was so 
humiliating. His hands were playing with my nipples 
again and I could smell my juices too. There was no way 
I would ever let this man make me cum. No fucking way. 

"You're so wet baby, are you going to cum for me? Are 
you a cheap little slut who cums for strange men? What 
about your precious boyfriend. I'm going to make you 
cum. But first, I want your ass. Roll on your belly and 
let me taste your assmeat. It's still only a kiss. 
Don't argue, just do it." 

This was the worst, how perverted was this man? I knew 
by now that disobeying him only made it worse. It was 
so hard to turn my back on him, but somehow I did it. 

He kissed me on my butt cheeks for a while, before 
spreading me open.

"Hold yourself apart, I'm not gonna do all the work 
Susan. Good, now ask me to suck your tight, juicy ass. 
You know you want it, give me permission. I'll be 
gentle, I promise." 

I thought I was going to lose it. He was really waiting 
for me to ask. I had to beg this fucker to lick my 
asshole. 

"I've never done anything like this before, please 
Greg, my god please. Ahgod, ahgad ok. Will you lick my 
ass?" I sobbed in despair. He pushed my legs up on my 
chest. Then he dove into me. Greedily licking and 
slurping my asshole. A part of me broke then. My brain 
was trying to shut off. I wanted to pass out. 

"Um, your ass tastes good Susan. Nice and clean. I knew 
you were a lady. I can do anything I want to you. There 
is nothing you could do to stop it. heh."

The he did it. He stuck his finger up my slick asshole 
with one hard shove. 

"NO! Take it out, that is gross -- it hurtZZ!" I 
hissed, and writhed in pain. 

He ignored me and kept playing in my ass. Sometimes he 
licked it, sometimes he finger fucked me. Usually he 
did both. He stuck all ten fingers in my ass one at a 
time and then licked them greedily. He grabbed my hair 
and gave me an ass flavored kiss for several minutes. 
He kept pounding his two fingers in me the whole time, 
as I sobbed and tried not to shriek in pain. 

"Get your head on the bed and raise your ass high. 
Shake it for me, shake your fat ass from side to side. 
That's it, don't you move. You better not move slut. 
Take it, take my fingers inside of you. I got ya now 
I'm fucking you. I own this ass! I'm gonna put my big 
cock inside of you. You'd like that wouldn't you? I 
want to fuck you so bad baby. There I said it, I want 
to shove my cock deep inside of your tight pussy. I 
want to make you howl. I know, I know I promised not 
to. But I have to be honest. Tell me you want my cock, 
C'mon I want to hear the words out of your slutty 
little mouth. SAY IT!" 

What else could I do? I had to please him. I had no 
choice. 

"Please don't make me, oh god please let me do 
something else," I said as the tears leaked down my 
face. 

"Why are you crying? Hmm you really don't like the anal 
stuff huh? Do you want me to stop? Then beg. If I can't 
fuck your pussy, beg me to finger fuck it. Hey, it 
can't be any worse than this." 

It wasn't even a hard decision. 

"Please, please stop fucking my ass. You can have my 
pussy, I want your hands in my cunt, not my ass." 

He took his time and made me beg for a long while. His 
hand stayed up my asshole and he tortured me by 
suggesting he would make a fist. One finger, two 
fingers, three fingers, four...

"I was begging, pleading for him to fuck my pussy, 
finally he did. He said it could not be any worse than 
fucking my ass. He was wrong. 

At first I was so glad, it felt so good to get his hand 
out of my ass I did not notice. Then I realized the 
danger. I was never going to cum from a brutal anal 
finger fuck. But tickling my pussy, while he sucked my 
tits? 

It wasn't like with you, I hated this asshole, I did 
not want him touching me. The problem was he was 
determined to make me cum, and he did not care how long 
it took. By his twisted rules he could not put his 
mouth on my pussy. Oh he sucked and chewed my tits, and 
fucked my hole with his finger until I nearly screamed. 
I was fighting the orgasm, I just could not let Greg 
make me cum. I felt it rising in the bottom of my 
stomach. I was panting and sweating as my climax built. 
I tried, I tried so hard. If he had touched my clit, 
put his tongue inside me -- or even kept doing what he 
was doing for another minute or two he would have won.

He didn't. 

"You're a sweet girl Susan, you want to be faithful so 
bad? I like you, I won't make you do it. C'mere baby 
sit up. Straddle my lap. I want you to make out hard 
with me. I was nice to you just now, be nice to me. 
Grind that wet pussy all over me while you kiss me. I'm 
gonna play in your ass some more but only with one 
finger this time." 

I was still close to orgasm, he kept me teetering on 
the edge of a massive blast. I rubbed my pussy all over 
him. I welcomed the anal play now. It was much gentler 
than before, but it still hurt a little. The stinging 
discomfort of his finger in my ass helped me not to 
disgrace myself and cum all over him. 

Then he stood up and supported my ass in the air with 
his hands. No one has ever done that to me before. I 
felt so small, so helpless before him. He was powerful 
and I was a weak little girl that he was going to fuck, 
that he was about to make cum. My legs were gapped open 
and there was a hard, naked man standing between them. 
I could feel his cock trapped between our stomachs. 

My clit was grinding against the shaft of his cock. 
Then he stuck his tongue in my ear. I felt my climax 
coming again. This time I wasn't going to be able to 
stop it. I tried to think about you, to remember that 
he was raping me, that I hated him. It was not helping. 
I could hear my heart beat, and I started bucking 
against him. A thin film of fluid was slowly seeping 
out of me, onto his cock. I'm sorry but I had to cum. 

Suddenly I felt something warm splash over my belly. 
Something warm and sticky. 

"You are amazing, fucking amazing baby. I have never 
cum that hard in my life. Thank you Susan." 

He dropped me back on the bed and laid down beside me. 
Then he wrapped me in his arms and just held me for 
several minutes. I felt my need to orgasm slowly drain 
away. 

Then the strangest thing happened, I just could not 
believe it. He was getting hard again. 

"Oh you sexy bitch! You're driving me crazy, I gotta 
have you. Hey I know, lets play a game! I'm going to 
put my cock on all of your three holes. You beg me to 
shove it in. Beg like a wild, cock crazed slut. But you 
better be convincing, or I am going to fuck that hole. 
Do you understand, obey me and you won't get fucked. 
Disobey and you will. I hope you make mistake, just 
give me one excuse and I will fuck you." 

I was almost in shock, why was he making me do this? 

He laid me on my back and positioned his thighs on each 
side of my face. Then he plopped his dick on my 
forehead. He rubbed it in my hair, across my eyes and 
nose. Finally he rubbed it against my lips. He was 
waiting for something. He was waiting for me. 

"Greg, uh will you let me suck your cock please, I 
really want you in my mouth." 

He locked at me in mock disgust. 

"You dirty little slut. You really want me to fuck your 
mouth? I bet you swallow too. You want to swallow my 
cum?" 

I knew the game by now. He wanted to break my will, to 
make me act like his cheap cumslut. But in my heart I 
was loyal to you. I had to say what he wanted, but I 
was always loyal to you. 

"Please Greg I need it, I need your cock so bad. I will 
swallow, I will lick and kiss and suck and swallow. I 
want to please you." I said as I tried not to puke. 

He was masturbating on my face now. Rubbing his dick 
against me, trying to force his way inside of me past 
my closed mouth and teeth. 

"Open your mouth Susan. Open your mouth so I can stick 
my dick in you. Obey." 

I knew then he was going to rape my mouth. I was going 
to have to suck another man, to swallow his cum. 

I didn't know it but I was wrong. 

Slowly I obeyed and held my mouth wide open for him. He 
made me wait a few seconds and then he took his dick in 
one hand. Greg carefully stuck his dick in my mouth. 
But he did it like sticking your arm through the center 
of a hula hoop. He did not touch my mouth at all. 

"Such an obedient girl. Such a good girl! I know this 
is hard for you but I really appreciate it. You see, 
you see what happens if you trust me?" he said as he 
pulled his cock out of my mouth without fucking me. 

He started kissing me wildly again for about 5 minutes. 
I kissed him back and rubbed my naked body tight 
against his. 

"You're makin' me so hard, I gotta have another hole. 
Give me your pussy, I want you to spread your pussy 
open and ask me to fuck you. 

He traced my pussy with his cock. Slowly. Then he found 
my clit and pressed it hard over and over with his 
meaty dick. I was squirming but he held me down easily. 
I could tell he wanted me to say it. 

"Greg... will you please stop fooling around and fuck 
me? I've been good, now I need you to fuck me. Shove 
that cock in me hard. Pleeeeze!" I whined and begged. 

I spread myself as wide as I could and he laid his cock 
on top of my pussy. He was so warm, and still a little 
sticky. His cock was throbbing and pulsing. Precum was 
dripping onto me and he was twisting my nipples, while 
he said, "Shit I have to baby, I have to fuck you. I'm 
sorry but I need to. Please let me, oh god please." 

I shook my head no, that was all I could do. If I 
denied him verbally, he could use that as his excuse to 
rape me. 

He groaned softly and gave me a quick kiss on the top 
of my pussy. 

"Ok baby, a deal is a deal. I won't fuck your pussy. We 
are almost done. Give me your ass and I'll let you go. 
Make it good Susan. None of your bullshit. Oh god I 
swear if you don't make it good your ass is getting 
fucked right now. Get on your belly. Head down, ass 
up." 

I had to be careful now, I could feel how hard he was. 
I did not want to be raped in my ass, but I could tell 
he was desperate to do me. First he started licking me 
down the crack of my ass. I was not used to that and it 
made me uncomfortable. I must have looked pretty stupid 
trying to crawl with my head down. 

Greg grabbed me around the waist and slammed me back in 
position, as he munched my asshole. God I was full of 
his slobber. Then he pushed my ass down and mounted me. 
I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass 
cheeks. Slowly he pulled them apart and laid his dick 
in between my buns. He was waiting. 

"Greg please fuck me up the ass. Make me bleed, rip me 
open. I need to be hurt. You have the biggest dick I've 
ever seen, and I just know it will destroy me. I can't 
help it I need it." 

A growl came out of him and he started spanking my ass 
hard. Oh god he was hurting me. First one cheek then 
the other, then both. He molded my ass cheeks tight 
around his cock, and began sliding it faster and faster 
up the groove of my ass. He was getting off in my ass, 
but he did not pierce my anus.

Then he stopped for the final time. 

"You've made me very happy Susan. You did it, you were 
obedient--a perfect slut. I never thought you would 
make it, I thought you would give me an excuse for 
fucking you. That's what makes this so hard I'm sorry 
baby but I'm not leaving here without fucking 
something, I just can't. You've been so good though, 
I'll let you decide. Where do you want me to fuck you 
Susan, you decide. " 

I could not believe it, after all I had been through it 
could not end like this. My pussy belonged to you, my 
ass belonged to me, and the thought of my rapist's cum 
in my mouth was unacceptable.

"You, you promised. You promised you wouldn't, oh 
please NO! I can't do that, I can't. You'll have to 
kill me. HELP! somebody HELLP!" 

I felt his hands wrap around my neck and begin to choke 
me. My legs were jerking spasmodically and my hands 
were slapping against his head. I couldn't breathe and 
saw large spots in my eyes and then passed out. 

I don't think I was out for very long when I felt Greg 
shake me awake. He sounded scared. 

"Susan, oh thank god! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt 
you, I thought you were dead. Why did you do that, I 
told you not to scream, not to fucking hit me. You are 
not stupid, why did you blow it? Are your precious 
holes worth losing your life? Ok, ok you win. Let me 
fuck your tits then. Those big fat, perfect tits. What 
do you say." 

The simple truth is, I COULD do that. I didn't like it, 
but I could do that. I nodded my head yes as Greg 
climbed on top of me. He leaned down and gave me a long 
kiss and then slipped his thick dick between my 
breasts. I squeezed myself around him as tight as I 
could and he grabbed my hair and pulled my neck 
forward. His cock slid all the way up my cleavage, into 
the hollow of my neck, and back down. 

Greg loved it. 

"Look at you, oh god c'mere you beautiful slut, get up 
here. Do you like that? Huh, uh, uh! Take it, take my 
cock and like it!"

I felt so cheap, so slutty. He was using my body like a 
dirty whore. My neck was still sore from him choking 
me, so the repeated slams of his dick really hurt. 

Suddenly I felt his body jerk and shake and he quickly 
hunched his cock over my face and began to cum. Lips, 
eyes, nose--he squirted his cum on me like piss. Then 
he grabbed the camera.

"Smile Susan, I want you smiling, covered in my cum. 
This is how I'll always remember you. Nobody else has 
to know. This is a private moment between us. For the 
rest of your life we'll both know you are my cum 
covered slut. Just an obedient, happy whoe belongs to 
me," he said and snapped the picture of my smiling 
face, covered in spunk and dripping tears.

Over an hour had passed since Susan had begun her 
story. At some point she leaned her body against me. 
Several times she was overcome, and sobbed into my 
arms.

I was devastated, I admit it. The things she had 
done... I am ashamed to admit it but I began to cry and 
for a long time we were both quiet.

Finally I knew I had to say something.

"Susan... I told you in the hospital that this was not 
your fault. I appreciate how hard you fought, how hard 
you tried not to be raped. The thing is... you were. 
You were raped and it was your own fault. I mean... 
c'mon what the fuck were you thinking? What did you 
think he was gonna do if you invited him in, you both 
had been drinking, flirting all night. Any man would 
have fucked you. You can't blame him. How could you 
betray me like that, lying cheating whore! I waited 
four months for you, and you give your sex away to some 
guy you met at a party. Fuck You, fucking SLUT!"

I heard the words coming out of my mouth and I knew I 
was hurting her. I knew I was destroying the one 
relationship I ever had, but I could not stop. A 
righteous rage was boiling inside of me. Susan's eyes 
had snapped open and she was crying again.

"John, NO! You can't be saying this, what are you 
saying!"

I don't know how to explain it but I realized on some 
level listening to her story had gotten me very hard. 
Horny + Anger + Jealous rage was a bad mix.

"I'm SAYing that if you let some stranger fuck you, if 
you can beg like a filthy whore for HIM to fuck you--by 
god you will give me the same. Shit I'm your boyfriend, 
the man you supposedly love. I deserve MORE than he 
got. I deserve everything.

And I'm going to have it."

I was off from work for another 4 days. Susan had 
started this, but I was going to finish it. I backed 
her into the corner and for some reason a dark chuckle 
bubbled up , as I thought of how I was going to make 
her pay.

The sparkle left Susan's pretty blue eyes that day. 

And I did not give a shit.


End Part 1

Author's Note.

The election is fast approaching. I'm usually not very 
political but I guess this year is more important than 
most. After all my country is at war. Here is the 
thing, I don't believe Iraq had anything to do with 
9/11.  I think the President's mentality will cost us 
billions if not trillions of dollars. It will cost us 
respect in the world. It is running our economy. 
Killing and wounding our children. What are we supposed 
to do fight Iran, North Korea, Iraq, and a dozen other 
countries at once?  I've given the matter some thought 
and I decided there is a way out of this mess. George 
Bush, and John Kerry are afraid to say it but I will.

Let me be clear. I simply don't care about these 
countries anymore. It's not that I hate them...and I 
know it isn't fair but I'm sorry, I do not want any 
more Americans to die. We must never forget the lessons 
of the past. We say that but do we mean it?

Why did we win World War II? C'mon, say it with me. 
Nuclear Bomb.  I'm sorry but if we had dropped that on 
the first day of the war, on just one or two small 
cities we would have saved millions of lives. Hundreds 
of thousands of American lives. Now stay with me. How 
could we have won Vietnam? C'mon you know. "Nuclear 
bomb." So, how can we win the war on terror? How can we 
fight dozens of countries at once without killing 
millions of people (ours and theirs). 

Pick a city (a small city) in a terrorist nation. Blow 
it off the face of the earth. Likely you will only have 
to do it once or twice. Shit it doesn't even have to be 
nuclear. We have conventional weapons that do 10 times 
the damage of the ones we used in Iraq.

Life is precious, all life is precious. But American 
life is the most precious of all. I'm tired of fighting 
with one hand behind my back. I say terrify the 
terrorists. Give  the good people in their countries an 
incentive to hunt them down. Deal with it, nuke the 
fuckers. Kill an American, ANY American, ANYwhere in 
the world and you pay.

Finally, I must warn you that this story is a little 
more violent than most of mine. I know, I know, "B-b-
but Jaz what good does it do to put your warning at the 
end of the story, we've already been scarred for life,

Yeah, here is the thing. You're adults, I think you can 
handle it. Um if you're not or you can't-- "Oops, my 
bad."

There, now I can rest easy.    

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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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