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Girls' Nightmare Out
Rogue Alan
11/0-9/02, revision 2/03
(tattoo/piercing; cheat; stranger; interracial; gang bang; exhibitionism; anal;
prostitution; bondage; lesbianism; mind control; rape)
Part 5
Kathy paced the room, trying to ignore Melissa's huddled quaking form, as she
looked for any way out of their predicament. She'd considered hiring real call
girls to do the work for them, but that wouldn't work for Tom, or the flight
back. She shuddered herself, at the thought of the flight back. She'd been
with other men before her husband, and didn't think a one on one situation
would be impossible to accept, they'd be using condoms, after all, but a group
of men, none of them using condoms, from the images that she remembered of
herself on tape were enough that she eyed the pills, still sitting on the
counter.
Melissa didn't said a word after Tom had left. She just rocked for a long time,
but when Kathy glanced over, she saw her friend had become totally still,
though she was still crying. Kathy suspected that if Melissa wasn't cleaned up
when the men arrived, they'd both see what sort of punishment that Tom could
dole out. She took a glass of juice from the breakfast tray, and took it over
to her friend.
"Here, hon, take this. You have to get yourself together."
"Or what?" Melissa sniffed.
"Or it could get worse."
Melissa looked up and blinked. "How could it get any worse?"
Kathy sighed. "Look, we've already fucked him. Or at least, he's fucked us.
And all those other guys. This isn't a problem. These guys have to use condoms.
But if we don't do what he wants..." as she let the statement hang.
Melissa took the first of the tablets that Tom had left for them, and within a
few minutes, she had calmed down considerably. So much so, that when there was
a knock at the door, she got up to answer it, instead of Kathy, who was
suddenly unsure that she could do what was expected.
When Melissa opened the door, she gave a small squeak. Looking up, Kathy could
see why. Neither of the men standing in the doorway was less than 6'2" in
height. One was significantly overweight, while the other had acne scars and
the look of a used car salesman. The heavyset man was Hispanic, while the other
man was white, and she guessed that he was pushing sixty. Both men eyed the
women, in their borrowed robes, then smiled, as they confidently entered the
room.
"Thomas tells me that we get to enjoy a remarkable first tonight ladies,
you're first extra-marital sex for pay." the older man said, smiling, as if he
had expected them to join in.
Kathy eyed the pills, suddenly wishing she'd taken her's. The Hispanic man
lumbered in behind his friend, who was already holding Melissa's hands up over
her head, and openly appraising her body. As Kathy watched, he reached down
with one hand, opening her friend's robe, even before the door behind his
friend was fully closed. Melissa stood there unmoving, letting him do what he
wanted. The Hispanic man lumbered toward her, his bad teeth grinning at her.
"Let's see what you have." he rumbled, reaching for the knot on her robe,
while he was still three feet away. Trying to avoid his touch for as long as
possible, Kathy reached down, releasing her robe for him. He smiled more
broadly.
"So willing, eh, Stephen?"
"Oh yes." she heard the other man answer, "I think these two will do wonders
for Thomas' stable. I may ask for them by name."
Her 'John' had closed the distance sufficiently to grasp her open robe, and
Kathy managed to look at him, as he eyed her naked body.
"Such a waste, these tattoos, but the rings," he smiled, showing his green
tinged teeth, a gold cap on one upper incisor, "I like these, no?"
He moved his hand, flipping the ring on Kathy's right nipple up, then rubbing
the semi-erect nubbin. Kathy gasped, eyes closing, as she let herself be
touched by a total stranger. He turned after a moment, bending over to lick
and suck on her nipple, as his hand moved to tease the ring in her labia,
before moving gently over her clit. And despite her wish to the contrary, she
felt herself beginning to lubricate.
Her head was back, and her eyes closed, when the man moved up to kiss her neck,
and then higher, bringing his mouth to hers. She tasted cigars and alcohol on
his breath, and let his tongue push into her mouth, as his finger relentlessly
worked her clitoris, forcing it to become erect, as the signs of arousal shot
throughout her loins.
When he broke the kiss, he slipped his finger down, into her moistening cleft,
hooking the finger up against the front wall of her vagina. It was as if he
knew exactly where to touch her, a place that her husband had never found,
that she hadn't known existed before. Her breath caught, and he chuckled,
aware of her response.
"Shall we retire to the bedroom, Stephen?"
There was a pause, then, the other man answered. "I think she's ready for
that."
Kathy glanced over at her friend, who was leaning against the wall in the
entryway, her legs spread wide, her robe on the floor beneath the man taking
her. He was kneeling between her legs, lapping at her pussy. As the Hispanic
man led the way into the bedroom, his finger still hooked into Kathy's wet
cunt. He skimmed 2 of the pills from the counter, deftly flipping one to the
man that he called Stephen, while holding the second one out to Kathy.
"Take this, Morena," he intoned, "You will find it more enjoyable that way."
Kathy did as he said, reluctantly letting him lead her by her pussy to the
king sized bed. Still tickling that inner spot with his finger, he gruffly
told her to open his pants, while he unbuttoned his shirt with his free hand.
She did as he'd ordered her to, reaching around his girth to push the pants
down, and straining briefs toward the floor. His erection was modest, maybe 7"
at most, and was nearly hidden by the heavy paunch of his abdomen, but from
where she sat on the bed, it was quite visible.
"Suck it." he told her, and she leaned forward, wishing he'd left his fingers
inside of her, but he couldn't while standing over her as he was. His hands
caught her head, pulling her firmly against his crotch, then releasing her
after a few seconds. She backed off, and then pressed forward again, sucking
and swirling her tongue, pausing abruptly to back away and gasp, "Condom!"
She couldn't believe that she'd actually started to suck him, without making
him wear one. The man sighed.
"Well, it was worth the try, no?" he said, as he reached to the drawer of the
night stand, obviously used to Tom's arrangements, and extracted a black plastic
square, "Of course you'll do the honors, right chica?" he intoned.
She nodded, taking the package and opening it. As she moved to roll it onto
his erection though, he stopped her.
"Use your mouth." Kathy opened her mouth to protest, but he motioned with his
hand, "Yes, I know, but try."
She did, trying to ignore the latex taste, as she put the rolled condom into
her mouth. She arranged it, and then brought her mouth down to his swollen
glans, trying to unroll the condom with her teeth and lips. She had to back
off once, reversing the condom in her mouth to allow it to unroll, but the
second attempt was successful, if not exactly smooth.
"Very good!" her John praised her, pulling her face against his crotch again.
After another moment, Kathy had again found her rhythm, and was working at his
cock, hoping to get him off quickly, and avoid having to let him fuck her. As
she backed off for a breath, she glanced over, wondering what was happening to
Melissa. Stephen had stripped, as he'd followed the petite blonde into the
bedroom. He stopped, selecting a condom from the drawer on the opposite side
of the bed, and rolled it over his blood filled shaft, all the while keeping
Melissa turned away from him, toward the bed. He knew that she was wet enough
for him to fuck her, but wanted to give the pill that she'd taken time to work,
and knew that watching her friend, would also have an effect on her, as would
not being able to see him.
Naked and sheathed in Trojan's finest, he pressed his body against her's,
delighting in the way she shivered, and reached around to tease both of her
rings, as he joined her in watching his friend getting sucked off. The brunette
had reacted visibly to Paulo's manipulation of her G-spot, and true to his
friend's word, hadn't asked for a condom, before she willingly began to suck
at his shaft.
Stephen sighed, that was $50 he owed his friend, they bet on everything. The
tiny blonde before him was writhing, as his finger slipped up her cleft to
massage her clit, to make sure that she was ready as well. He gently pushed
her forward at the waist, then spread her cheeks, exposing her pink seam to
his gaze. It glistened with her juices, the silver glint from the labia ring
beckoning. He set his cock head against her parted labia, and then slid it
down through them, over her clit, smiling, as the tiny wife arched her back
and stifled a moan in response.
He teased her again, then tilted his pelvis, slipping easily into her velvet
tunnel. Melissa whimpered softly, and he paused, then pressed forward when she
pushed back at him. Whether it was the high stakes aspect, or something else,
he'd never found any sex as enjoyable as taking other men's wives. A moment
later he was balls deep in the pretty blonde, and began stroking in and out of
her, and reaching around to tease her ringed nipple and finger her clit, as he
did so.
Within two minutes, she was groaning, as she came from the stranger's shaft
fucking into her frothing pussy. She knew it was wrong, and knew she should be
resisting. But it felt so good, and she wanted more. The word escaped her
throat in a low moan, and in response, Stephen caught hold of her waist, and
truly began to pound into her.
Kathy had looked over just in time to see her friend's unconscious submission.
As she watched, Melissa turned her head to one side, pressing it against the
mattress, her eyes closed, and her mouth open in obvious ecstasy. Kathy barely
registered that the man using her mouth had pulled away, and let him guide her
back onto the bed, leaving him between her spread thighs. She gasped, attention
returning to her own swarthy John, as he set his swollen cock head against her
pussy, rubbing it up and down. The sensation was electric, more powerful than
she remembered it being when Fred was mounting her. She bit her lip at that
thought, even as the stranger slid easily into her. She tried not to enjoy it,
tried not to compare it to what she received at home. But by the second stroke,
her body was moving, knees dropping wide, while her pelvis tilted up to welcome
his thrusting cock into her.
She came hard, as she heard Melissa gasping that she was cuming as well. Time
seemed to move slowly. The man fucking her so wonderfully pulled out, laughing,
as she tried to pull him back into her. He said something to his friend, who
nodded and pulled out of Melissa, eliciting a similar response. Anxious to
feel him back inside of her, Kathy watched as the other man spun Melissa
around, and pushed her gently back so that their heads were beside one another.
Melissa was rubbing her pussy openly, as she thrust her hips up against her
own fingers, and Kathy realized absent mindedly, that she was doing the same
thing.
The men moved up between their wide splayed thighs, teasing them with their
condom clad erections, slapping them down against the women's clits, and
running them through the women's flowing pussies, until they were both wantonly
begging the men to fuck them. She watched her lover, as he smiled down at her,
teasing her relentlessly. Her entire focus was directed on her need for sexual
release. Rubbing against her buzzing clit, the man above her leaned down and
said something. She opened her mouth to tell him that she didn't understand,
but all that escaped was a moan.
He smiled, and asked again, "Do you want this inside of you?"
She nodded, bucking up at him anxiously.
He shook his head and said, "No, I don't think you really want it. You're just
a whore trying to get me off, so that you can go on to your next John."
She shook her head, her fingers pinching her pierced nipple and rubbing at her
pussy, desperate to get him back into her. He pressed against her sex,
thwarting her attempt to grasp his shaft and draw him in.
"Do you really want it?" he asked again, smiling at her emphatic nod. "You
need it, don't you? You need to feel my cock inside of you."
A tear appeared at the corner of Kathy's eye, but she nodded emphatically. She
did need it.
"Then I can take the condom off, can't I?" he asked, as he sawed against her
clit, waiting for her answer.
She hesitated, and then nodded her head slightly.
He nodded and said, "You don't want me to cum inside of you. I understand, and
I won't. I'll pull out. You know you need it. Tell me that I can take it off."
She opened her mouth, then closed it, looking down in embarrassment, as she
nodded her agreement. He smiled more broadly, looking over at Stephen, who'd
already stripped bare, and was driving his bare cock into the petite blonde
with gusto. Her ankles were crossed behind his back, spurring him on into her.
He smiled, there was no way that his friend could pull out, even if he'd wanted
to, but that was one of the things Tom had wanted them to do, something about
teaching the women a lesson. Whatever the reason, he didn't care. He started
to thrust into her, but paused, still teasing her wet opening, as he held her
eyes with his.
"Remember, you need to tell me that I can do it." he reminded her.
"Tttake it off." she groaned.
He shook his head, still rubbing his cock gently over her steaming sex, as he
replied, "No, you take it off."
Her eyes went wide, but a second later she reached down, her fingers scrabbling
over the latex surface to the rolled edge. She pulled it off quickly, her hand
immediately returning to the root of his cock, as she pulled him towards her,
and into her cunt. He rewarded her by sliding himself in fully, pressing in
and up as he did, grinding his pubic bone against her clit. She stiffened
beneath him, a panting whine escaping her lips, as she orgasmed instantly. He
then set a steady rhythm, fucking in and out of her with long strokes.
Melissa could barely think straight. She'd cum more times than she could count
after they'd started, but when he'd moved over her, and started to tease her,
she'd thought that she might die, if she didn't get more. He slipped into once,
then again, before holding himself outside of her pussy, and telling her that
the only way he'd fuck her, was bare back. She hadn't understood him at first,
and then he'd told her what that meant. That he wouldn't fuck her with the
condom on. She'd tried to shake her head no, but he'd laughed, as he ran his
shaft through her wet slit again, without pushing it into her, and avoiding her
best efforts to get him inside of her again. When he'd asked her again, she
nodded, she'd do anything, to feel him inside of her again. He stripped the
sheath off, making her beg for it, before he thrust back into her, driving his
shaft balls deep into her cunt, and fucking her hard and fast, quickly giving
her the release that she craved.
Inside of a few minutes, she'd cum again, even more powerfully. Without
thinking about it, she'd locked her heels behind his waist, and pumped her hips
up to meet his every thrust, reveling in the sensation, the endless pleasure
he was providing her. Any thought of her husband, or Kathy, was lost to the
overwhelming pleasure that she was feeling. She was no longer the wife and
loving mother being forced to perform, but an eager sexual creature, craving
the sensations.
Then the tempo changed, and became disjointed. She was aware of him grunting
and panting over her. And then his body went stiff. He'd held himself against
her, buried fully inside of her steaming box. She felt the first blast of his
climax, as it spattered the inner walls of her pussy. Dimly she knew it was a
mistake, he should have pulled out, but it was too late now, and she couldn't
hope to unlock her ankles, much less push him out of her in time to do any
good.
Her feet fell to the mattress, and she tried weakly to stop the inevitable.
Even as she shivered in yet another orgasm, from the sensation of his load
pulsing into her. Paulo had taken his time fucking Kathy, giving her time to
feel the way his body covered her's, his belly touching the mattress on either
side of her narrow waist, and nearly engulfing her chest. The weight pressing
down on her, locking her into place, was a strange sensation, but it only
built her excitement, as if a large tongue was pressed against all of her at
once. She tried not to lose track of what was really happening, that she'd
been forced to have sex against her will, but that became clouded, as she came
again and again. She heard Melissa panting and moaning beside her, and knew
that she was experiencing the same undeniable pleasure, which eased the guilt
that lurked at the edges of her consciousness.
The man between her legs was too large for her to spur on with her heels or
hands, leaving her spread eagled, passively accepting his every thrust and
lunge. She'd just cum again, when she felt him thrust himself against her
harder, holding himself deeply inside of her. She gasped, aware of what was
going to happen.
"No!" she groaned, pushing uselessly at his chest. He didn't even seem to
notice, except to laugh out loud, as he exploded deep inside of her pussy,
again and again.
"You promised!" Kathy sobbed, beating against his chest. He didn't move until
he'd finished. Even when he did pull out, it was only to move his bulk over
her pinioned body, until his glistening cock was in her face.
"Suck it clean slut." he growled, and a suddenly frightened Kathy did so
without any thought of hurting him. He laughed when she finished, climbing off
of the bed and gazing at her sprawled, naked body.
"Mm, mmm." he nodded, "You are one fine piece of ass."
Kathy was shaking in terror and exhaustion, as she tried to cover herself, but
they'd fucked on top of the comforter, and her robe was lost on the floor. She
sat up, aware of his jism running out of her pussy, as she bent over to
retrieve the terry cloth robe. She stood, putting more distance between herself
and the leering John.
"You said... you said that you'd pull out." she stammered, vaguely aware that
the other man had just pulled his wet, naked dick from her friend's pussy, as
well. Melissa lay there, panting on the bed, still oblivious to what had
happened.
"Didn't he tell you not to trust the Johns? Part of your job is getting the
condom on and keeping it on." Melissa's 'date' answered.
"Don't worry, chica." the man who'd just emptied himself inside of her chuckled,
"We're clean." He nodded appreciatively, "You were good, chica. I may ask for
you the next time that I'm here." He smiled more broadly, "Though you wouldn't
just get to lounge around up here. You'd have to work the tables with me, but
that's for next time, eh Stephen?"
The second man was pulling his pants on, eyeing the brunette with obvious
desire. "I don't suppose we have time to switch, do we Paulo?" he smiled that
fake charming smile, and Kathy shuddered, wondering how she and Melissa could
have ever been so stupid.
The flow of semen down her thigh was a constant reminder of what she'd let him
do to her, not what their pimp had forced her to do. She sniffed, ignoring the
men and hurrying to the bathroom, intent on cleaning up.
"Thank you ladies! It was our pleasure!" the man called Stephen laughed, as
they sauntered into the suite's front room. Kathy heard the front door open
and then close. She stopped, suddenly worried that Tom might have yet another
surprise in store for them. She went into the sitting area, and was relieved
to see that the men had indeed left. She put the safety bolt in place, then
went back through the bedroom and into the bathroom, letting her friend nap.