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Veronica's Tale 
by Dee Ann Marie (no address provided)

***

A man in the local bar goes for the gold. Veronica is a 
beautiful woman that frequents that bar, but none of the 
men there ever get to first base with her, but one night 
our hero takes his chance. (MF, reluc, control)

***

As she walked into the dimly lit bar all heads turned, 
all heads including mine. Her name was Veronica. I knew 
that because I had asked several of the other guys, in 
the bar with me, her name. She was tall. I suspect about 
five foot nine inches but those heels she had on made 
her look much taller. She was wearing a little black 
skirt with a slit cut in the back that gave you just a 
hint of what was under it. 

She was wearing a tight pink sweater, which accentuated 
her rather bountiful breasts. The sweater was slightly 
too small for her as when she stretched it gave you a 
peek of her waist and maybe if she was reaching up and 
glance at something else too. She was wearing fishnets 
held up by garters. I know this because when she leaned 
over to talk to one of her girlfriends, the skirt rode 
up her ass so far that you could see she wasn't wearing 
any underwear either.

She was the girl of my dreams and a few of my more 
erotic fantasies. But she wouldn't give a kind of guy 
like me a second look unless it was to wipe her shoes 
with me. Yeah, she was hot and I wanted her. She always 
came in at half-past-ten every Friday night to have a 
couple of drinks with her friends. 

They would all sit in the section of the bar near the 
pool table and play a few games while drinking their 
beers. They all stayed until about midnight then 
Veronica would look around the bar and select one of the 
"lower class" to take her home. If the guy were real 
lucky she would kiss him good night to thank him. But 
that almost never happened. 

Usually the guy would show up about an hour later with a 
severe case of "blue balls" and nothing else to show for 
it. All the guys had said that she was a "lesbo" and 
tortured guys just for tricks. But I knew that God 
wouldn't have made a woman that gorgeous if he didn't 
mean for her to be fucked by a man. Just the thought of 
that was already making me hard. I discreetly reached 
down and readjusted myself to make my raging hard-on 
less obvious.

The old Miller Lite clock over the bar chimed midnight. 
I stopped staring at my beer and looked at Veronica's 
reflection in the mirror on the wall. Sure enough she 
was scanning the room for her next victim. She was 
looking all around the bar. 

Oh God not me tonight... not me, I thought, but she 
obviously needed a good laugh because here she was 
coming straight for me. She walked up to me sat down 
beside on the barstool. Fuck, she smelled nice. It was a 
combination of roses and lilacs. 

She cleared her throat and in a soft, sensual voice she 
said, "Hi, I'm Veronica and tonight's your lucky night." 

I gulped visibly, unable to speak. My dick pulsed with 
pushed against my jeans to show her that it happy to see 
her.

Her eyes tilted slightly lower and she tried to rouse me 
into speaking with her. "You look like a strong enough 
man to take a poor, good looking woman home for the 
night. So how about it stud? Are you man enough?" 

With that last phrase she openly grabbed my crotch and 
started stoking it through my jeans. If she didn't stop 
real soon I was going to shoot my wad in my jeans. So I 
got up and moved away from her as best I could and 
replied, "I'm man enough for anything and everything you 
want." This unfortunately came out about an octave 
higher than normal so it wasn't as effective as I wanted 
it to be. 

She just smiled and put on her coat. "So, where are you 
parked my lusty hunk?" she purred.

"About a half of a block north of here, babe." I was 
trying to sound hip.

She took my arm and we made our way out of the bar with 
only a few snickers and a "good luck" from one overly 
drunk guy.

As we walked, I glanced over at her. She hadn't buttoned 
her coat so her nipples were perking up through her pink 
sweater. As we approached my car, a black Chevette with 
red racing stripes, I tried to make small talk, the 
weather, last night's basketball game, or anything else 
that I could think of. 

Her eyes brows lifted just slightly at my choice of 
cars. But she didn't say anything. She just got in the 
car after I unlocked the door for her. I knew she was 
probably used to riding around in Mercedes or Corvettes 
but this was her chariot tonight. I smiled a little 
sheepishly as I slid into the driver's seat and started 
the car. 

As we pulled out into traffic she started to play with 
my leg.

Trying to distract myself from her ministrations, I 
asked where she lived. "The Tower Apartments on the 
corner of Thirty-Third and Elm Street," she growled. 

I knew the place. It was one of those fancy places that 
had a doorman and you had to know someone important to 
even get into the place. I knew that either she was rich 
or well connected or married to someone who was. I went 
for the first one first and asked, "So that must mean 
you have an extremely good job." 

I guess I must have hit a sore spot with her because she 
stopped stroking my leg a turned to me, and all but 
shouted, "God damn it!! I'm a junior executive assistant 
to the undersecretary of one of the human resources 
people down at Smith and Stone, the law firm! But why 
should you care, all you want is to fuck me and be able 
to tell your friends back at the bar that YOU finally 
toppled the untouchable, stuck-up lesbian that torments 
all of you every Friday night! 

"You want me to just hike up my skirt so you can rut 
between my legs for five minutes and get your rocks off? 
I don't think so! I'm not that kind of girl! If that is 
what you had in mind then pull over to the side of the 
road and let me out so I can call a cab to take me 
home!" Then she burst into tears and collapsed onto the 
dashboard.

I thought that this woman must be a psycho with the way 
she went off on me. Never in my life had a woman sounded 
so bitter and overwhelmed. I realized that if she wasn't 
a lesbian yet, I might have pushed her that last step 
into hating and shunning all men forever. "Damn that's 
heavy." 

So I gathered myself back together and pasted on my best 
"I'm your friend and you have nothing to fear from me" 
face and turned to her a said. "It sounds like a great 
job and I just wondered where you lived so I would know 
where to drop you off at." It sounded sincere and 
caring. 

This had her tears subsiding just slightly, and her body 
stopped shaking enough to see her smile just a little 
through ruined makeup. "Look I had a bad day at the 
office today. And you can chalk it up to PMS or 
something, but right now I just want to go home, get out 
of these clothes and slip into a nice hot bath for a 
while." 

The thought of her nude in a steamy bubble bath with her 
dripping down her back until it touched the water had my 
pulse racing and my cock getting excited at the image. 
Maybe I could scrub her back and clean her breasts my 
tongue. And then I could stroke her pussy until she was 
hot and juicy. Then I would lift her out and lay her 
across her bed and...

"Make a left at the next light." I heard her say through 
my fantasy. 

"What did you say?" I asked. 

"Make a left at the next light," she said a little more 
firmly. She gave me a sideways look as if she could read 
my mind and didn't approve of it. 

I turned at the light and made my way down the street to 
her apartment building. I stopped the car and the 
doorman started to walk up to her door. "I could walk 
you up if you'd like," I offered, grasping for strings. 
"Just to make sure you were safe." 

"No. I think I can manage on my own tonight. Thanks for 
the ride and the shoulder to cry on." She smiled. 

"No problem. That's what friends are for. Right?" I 
smiled sheepishly back at her. 

She was going to get out of the car and walk right out 
of my life. I was going to have a major case of "blue 
balls" by the time I got back to the bar.

It was then, that I had a thought. It was a thought so 
absurd that I almost didn't give it a second thought. 
"What if this was all part of her sick game to tease 
men. How many men had taken her out of the bar only to 
return an hour later with nothing to show for it? Ten, 
twenty, maybe more?

Most of the guys never talked about what happened, they 
just said that she brushed them off. Then they drank 
themselves stupid to recover from the humiliation. And 
here she was doing it again.

Suddenly I was infuriated. How dare she do something 
like that to me?

I turned to her and lightly caressed her cheek with my 
hand. "Maybe I can get your number and try this 
differently another time? I promise I'll be a complete 
gentleman the whole night if you want me to."

The mask again fell over her face and she said, "I don't 
think that would be a good idea. Just go back to your 
bar and leave me alone." And almost as an afterthought 
she added, "And don't get any fancy ideas about 
pretending like you fucked me. Because if I hear that 
you did, you'll be extremely sorry for it." She punched 
one of her well-manicured fingernails against my chest 
to emphasize her point to me. 

"I would never do that to you," I smiled innocently. "I 
only thought..." 

"That's your problem," she said. "You think. More like 
you think with your dick. Guys like you are a dime a 
dozen. They see a pretty girl and at the first chance 
they get, they think they can have sex with her or at 
least have a little of her attention. Well you are 
wrong. Guys like you are the scum of the earth. 

"I wouldn't kiss you if you were the last man on earth 
and the survival of the human race depended on it. You 
are nothing you little worm. So just go back to the hole 
which you crawled out from and leave us, "better people" 
alone." With her last statement, she jumped out of the 
car and almost ran into her apartment building.

Whoa! What a bitch. Glad I never slept with HER!

I put the car into drive and started to head back to the 
bar. Then I thought maybe I could teach her a lesson. I 
turned the car around and drove back to her apartment 
building. I parked the car about a half-block from the 
building and got out. So now all I needed to do is get 
INTO the building and find her apartment. I tried to 
walk casually. And tried to go past the doorman, but he 
blocked my way and said, "Can I help you with something, 
young man?" 

"Yeah, I just parked my car and now I'm going to go in 
to join Ronny." It sounded like a good excuse to me. He 
looked unconvinced. "She said I could park the car while 
she got herself ready, if you know what I mean. 

"You can check with her but she's probably already 
cuffed herself to the bed and has her vibrator running 
so don't expect her to come down." With my last comment 
the doorman flushed, lowered his eyes and opened the 
door to let me in with a quiet, "Have a nice night sir."

"Stupid old fart." Now all I needed to do was to find 
her apartment number.

Almost immediately my thoughts were answered. I walked 
into the lobby where a large wall of mailboxes stood 
with names on each box. I scanned the boxes until I 
found one that read, "Veronica Spencer. 347." Now that 
was luck. 

I climbed the stairs to the third floor, as I didn't 
want to run the risk of being questioned by anyone else 
if I took the elevators. I tried to think of what I 
would do to her when I saw her. Scare her? No, she would 
just call the police and I would be in jail within the 
hour being some biker's fuck toy until Monday. I thought 
harder. What would Mel Gibson do? Woman seemed to like 
him a lot, although I have no reason why. He isn't 
handsome, or muscular or smart.

They just seemed to "coo" when they saw one of his 
movies. Mel Gibson... Mel Gibson... Mel Gibson would 
seduce her. He would tear down her resistances with 
kisses until she was putty in his hands. Then he would 
sweep her up in his arms and carry her off to bed to 
spend a long night of passionate lovemaking and 
tenderness. How sappy and boring was that? 

Besides it only happens like that in the movies. Most of 
the time sex involved sweat and grunting. And if you did 
it anywhere but in the bed, you got carpet burns that 
itched like hell for days. Once in a while you got real 
lucky, and got to take a shower afterwards but not very 
often. Most of the time you were cleaning yourself up 
with a Kleenex or your shirt. 

Then you had the old condom battle. SHE wants you to use 
a condom. You can't feel shit through those things, so 
what is the point of the whole thing. Then again, you 
don't know whom she been with before you. You could end 
up with a death sentence around your Johnson if you 
didn't wear a rubber. There HAD to be a way to enjoy 
boinking the hell out of a woman without losing 
everything else in the process.

As I reached the third floor, I peeked around the corner 
to see if anyone was in the hallway. Fortunately there 
wasn't. The hallway was plush with red carpet and gold 
wallpaper. About half way down the hall, I saw a table 
with a large pointy plant sticking out from it. 

I took a quick glace to the right and left, then opted 
for the right hallway. The first door I arrived at was 
340. The door across the hall was 341. I walked about 
ten more steps and found 342 and 343. Well, I knew I was 
going in the right direction at least. I walked further 
down the hall until I came to 347. 

I felt like I could have won the lottery with the luck I 
was having, because the door was still open a crack and 
I could hear her talking. "Yeah, I dumped him." ... "No, 
he fell for it." ... "He had a Chevette. Can you believe 
it?" 

I pushed the door open just a bit more and saw her 
standing in what appeared to be a kitchen, talking on 
the phone. She was wearing a flowing black robe that 
seemed to cling to her skin. Her auburn hair was still 
up in the tight twist like she had it when he last saw 
her. 

I just stood there in the doorway watching her move 
around the room. She must have heard the door squeak 
because she shouted, "Is that you, Jack? Go on in the 
bedroom, and I'll be there in a few minutes." She didn't 
even turn around.

I scanned the room looking for a doorway leading to a 
bedroom. The living room was sparsely furnished and 
seemed to open up into a dining area and behind it was 
the doorway to the kitchen where she was. Off to the 
right there was a window and a couple of bookcases but 
nothing much. I glanced left and saw a hallway with 
three doors at the other end. I guessed one of those 
doors led to a bedroom. 

I quietly walked down the hall. All three doors were 
shut. I opened the door in front of me. It was a small 
pink bathroom with a pastel-colored shower curtain. 
There was makeup scattered all over the counter to the 
right and a toilet just behind the door. I shut the door 
as quietly as I could muster. I picked the room to my 
right next. It looked to be a small closet that held 
towels, sheets and other kinds of stuff. I opened up the 
final door and let out the breath that I didn't know I 
had been holding. 

I noticed an intercom system on the wall. With a little 
quick thinking, I buzzed the doorman downstairs. I said 
in my most authoritative voice "Yes, this is 347. Ms. 
Spencer has a stalker on her hands. His name is Jack. He 
is mentally unstable and is also delusional. He believes 
he is Ms. Spencer's boyfriend and is here to have a late 
night tryst with her. Please make sure he doesn't make 
it past you. Call the police if you have to but make 
sure that he doesn't make it into the building. 

"Ms. Spencer is quite shaken up by the whole ordeal and 
I'll be spending the rest of the night here calming her 
down so do not disturb us. Is that clear?" 

"Yes, sir. I'll make sure that Ms. Spencer isn't 
bothered by that man ever again," the man over the 
intercom responded. 

"Thank you and have a pleasant night," I replied and let 
the intercom go dead. I turned it off and looked around.

The room was a mess. There were clothes all over the 
floor and bed. Several drawers were open with underwear 
and scarves scattered across and out of them. The bed 
was a nice size bed, a Queen I guessed. It had a satin 
bedspread on it, which shimmered in the light pouring 
out from the hall and outside windows. There looked to 
be a closet and a mirror on the other side of the room 
but I couldn't be sure from where I was standing. 

I flipped the switch next to the intercom and light 
brightly radiated from the ceiling fan/light above the 
bed. I adjusted the knob next to the switch and turned 
down the lights. I noticed that she had a clock/radio on 
her nightstand so I turned it on, then adjusted the dial 
until I found some romantic sounding music. 

Women love music and soft lighting. I took off my shoes 
and socks and unzipped my jeans. My cock was pushing at 
my underwear with want for her hot body. I took off my 
shirt and crawled under the covers of the bed. 

There I was lying in a woman's bed waiting for her. I 
thought about turning the lights off completely but 
dismissed the thought when I heard her coming down the 
hall. The moment of truth was at hand and I was almost 
bursting with need for her.

"How romantic, Jack," she said as she came into the 
room. "Are you trying to apologize for last night still? 
I told you that it happens to a lot of men your age. But 
I'm sure your "little soldier" will be able to stand at 
attention tonight," she teased. "And if he doesn't, 
that's alright too. I understand completely." 

By this time she was crawling into bed next to me. I 
could feel her slide her hands over my legs and up them. 
I was frozen with fear so I didn't move. Maybe she 
wouldn't notice the difference between Jack and me with 
the lights off. Yeah and who else was I kidding. 

Women like this, only go for the strong, athletic types 
of guys. But she didn't appear to notice yet. I held my 
breath waiting for the moment when she realized that I 
wasn't Jack. 

"What is this, Jack? Are you getting shy on me? Wearing 
underwear to bed? Really... take those dreadful things 
off this minute," she demanded.

I obliged somewhat reluctantly. Not wanting to have to 
run out of her apartment stark naked, but knowing that 
she would think something was up if I didn't take my 
underwear off. I removed them and set them a close to my 
clothes as I could manage without raising too much 
suspicion. I figured I could always make a grab for my 
clothes on the way out. 

"Much better." She cooed as she wrapped her fingers 
around my stiff cock, "So let's see if I can keep you 
hard tonight." She started to suck on my rod with vigor. 
It was at that point she realized that I wasn't Jack. 
She started to pull her head up. But I just held her in 
place with my hands gripping her hair. She started to 
struggle and moan in protest and kick a little.

I knew I had two options. Option one was to let her go, 
grab my clothes and try to scramble out of here without 
her seeing my face and hope that no one caught me while 
doing it. Or I could hold her where she was get a half 
descent blowjob before having my stupid ass hauled off 
to prison where I would be for the next thirty years or 
so. This is the LAST time I think with my dick. 

In the end, it wasn't much of a decision. Either go to 
prison now or go to prison with something to fantasize 
about while it was there. I held her head in place and 
started to pump myself in and out of her mouth. She 
tried to scream and pinch and kick and bite. 

But in the end I guess she figured I was too strong for 
her or something, because she stopped fighting me and 
directed her attention to pleasing me with her mouth. 

I chuckled, "Decided not to fight me anymore? Or have 
you decided that you like what you're gulping on so 
vigorously?" I almost sounded cocky there for a minute. 
Damn I'm good. 

But she deflated my ego by shaking her head "no" as she 
continued to gobble on my man-meat. 

"No, is it? Then you won't mind if I stick it somewhere 
else instead." I could tell by the sudden rigidness of 
her body that she now regretted her answer. She began to 
suck harder on me in an attempt to make me forget her 
miscalculation. 

I wasn't having that, I pulled my dick out of her mouth 
and covered her mouth with my hand. I tried to calm her 
by saying, "Don't scream, please. It'll all be over 
soon." 

She didn't look like she believed me but didn't say 
anything when I took my hand away from her mouth.

I pushed her back on to the mattress and climbed between 
her legs. I looked at her and saw tears in her eyes. The 
tears and the look in her eyes did me in. I could feel 
my cock going limp as I tried to fight back my shame. 
She deserved this... she had begged for this... she 
would always remember me... but why... because I was the 
one who broke down the wall around her... no... for 
raping her. 

I felt the energy leak out of me. I didn't want her to 
remember me for that. I climbed over her leg and lay 
down next to her to sooth her fears away before I called 
the police to turn myself in. "I won't hurt you anymore, 
please just stop crying. I can't stand to see woman 
cry," I told her. 

This seemed to only make her cry harder for just a 
minute. Then she closed her eyes and started to breathe 
deeply. When she finally had control of her emotions, 
she looked over at me and stared. 

After she surveyed me for about a minute she said, 
"Why?" 

"Why what?" I asked her. 

"Why did you stop? I mean you seemed pretty willing to 
have your way with me before then suddenly you stopped. 
Why?" 

"I don't know," I told her. "It just didn't feel right. 
I wanted to have you remember me, but not like that. 
That's not me. I wanted something to remember you by 
when I'm lying in my cell in prison." She smiled at 
that.

"What did you do rob a bank or kill somebody?" she asked 
shyly. 

"I'm going to prison because I broke into your apartment 
and raped you," I explained to her. "Now because I'm a 
chicken-shit... I won't even be able to remember what it 
felt like to have your hot pussy wrapped around my cock. 
I won't be able to remember what it was like to have 
your body writhing beneath mine. I won't be able to 
recall your screams of joy as you orgasm with me as I 
shoot my last heterosexual wad into you." 

All this talk about sex was getting me hot again. 

"And why not?" she asked huskily. "Looks like you have 
the right size tool for the job," she purred against my 
ear and started to nibble on my neck. "Or don't I turn 
you on anymore?" she asked. "If you're into a control 
thing, I'll let you tie me down, but I'd rather have my 
hands free to dig my nails into your back and chest as I 
milk you for all your worth. But it's completely your 
decision as to how you want to remember me."

As she finished saying that she reached down with her 
right hand and started stroking my cock with it. That 
set all my nerve-endings on end and had me nearly jump 
off the bed. "No, I don't think I need to tie you up," I 
told her as I really started to get back in the mood. 

I massaged her ample tits with my hands and leaned down 
to gorge on her perky nipples. I gently chewed them with 
my teeth, which made are squirm with delight. As I 
trailed my way down her body, I found her hot and ready 
for me. I kissed my way down to her twat and nuzzled on 
her clit. 

When I caressed it with my teeth, she nearly leapt out 
from under me. I really had her motor running now and 
she was starting to suck me off again. I knew if I 
wanted something more to remember her by than an out-of-
this-world blowjob I was going to have to fuck her SOON. 
I pulled myself away from her just slightly. "I want to 
fuck you now. I want to shove myself so far into you 
that it will feel like I'm fucking your eyeballs out.

I turned her over and plunged into her from behind. 

God she was so tight and wet. 

I pumped into her over and over again. I felt her slit 
convulsing around my cock as she came onto me. It felt 
so warm and delightful. I continued to drive into her 
and felt her crescendo over the next orgasm. Her body 
was really convulsing now. She was moaning, panting, and 
begging me for more. I'd never had a woman do that 
before. 

It was fantastic. I grasped her hips and flipped her 
onto her back. I was a piston-driving machine as I 
fucked her while sucking on her toes. All of a sudden, I 
started seeing stars as I lost my load. My body tensed 
as I felt the rush of cum and the feel of it blasting 
out of me into her, forcing it's sticky white cum deep 
into her womb. She wrapped her long shapely legs around 
me and humped back at me, milking me as she promised she 
would.

*

That was the first time we made love, but not the last. 
It turns out that Veronica needs a man to force her, 
that the thought of rape is a huge turn on for her and 
that was why she'd been with Jack. But he was getting 
older and as she put it, 'It was time for a young buck 
to fill her needs now, that it just nature taking its 
course.'

END

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