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Judy
By Barnes

Curious, Naive
by BARNES ©
She stepped into the dimly lit room as if she was entering her own
bedroom. She had gotten the location of the place weeks before,
from a swingers internet dating site, telling herself that she was
just curious about S&M bars, that she would never actually go to
one. She was at the bar ordering a Diet Pepsi, settling for diet
coke, before her eyes adjusted to darkness. The tall blonde man
was at her side before she took the first drink.

Judy became sexually curious, and sexually aroused early in life,
had pleasured herself with a hotdog at age twelve, and masturbated
regularly even before that experiment. That she couldn't remember
losing her virginity, and couldn't remember much of her early life
is common to victims of child molestation, but her mind neglected
any investigation into that area and concentrated on the next
orgasm.

Married at eighteen, and nearing the end of a twenty four year
marriage that left her sexuality unexplored and unfulfilled, she
was ready to take her tiny little hard body on some adventures.
The internet dating sites had provided some fantastic promises and
some quick cock that left her masturbating alone after they had
what they wanted. She kept searching.

Judy was a beautiful girl, athletic, toned but not bulked, with
some martial arts training for confidence, yet submissive,
trusting, and willing to try anything. If only she had seen the
peril in that combination before walking into that bar.

They spotted her before she got to the bar; hot little bitch; damn
fine piece of meat to play with. The tall blonde man stepped away
from his friends to meet her.

"Hi, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" he
joked, followed by "an old pickup line, but appropriate in this
club."

His friendly joking put her at ease, and she took the bait.

"Whatever could make you think I'm a nice girl?"

He applied his practiced spontaneous laugh, and knew immediately
that he was going to have some fun this weekend. They exchanged
names, and niceties, a few minutes of 'get to know you' banter,
before he asked her what she was into. He already had guessed she
was looking to experiment, and his hopes became reality when she
allowed the word "submissive" to slide off her tongue. His mental
image of what would be sliding off her tongue in a few hours
coincided with her image of how much pleasure this great guy would
give her; already was giving her with his hand on her seat under
her skirt barely brushing against her wet pussy.

As she excused herself to find the ladies room, he looked deeply
into her eyes. "You won't have those panties when you come back,
will you."

In the restroom, she nearly came to her senses, but she was so wet
already, and so ready to get wetter. She dropped the panties into
a waste basket when she left to return to the bar.

She was barely conscious of the words being spoken as the tone of
his voice filled her head, and his fingers filled her pussy. She
was going to have an orgasm, right on a barstool in a public
place; "my god this guy is hot" she thought, as he repeatedly
brought her close to climax, then broke off.

"Let's get out of here, Judy" he said, giving her no opportunity
to resist as he took her hand and led her out of the bar and into
his car. In the car his fingers resumed their clitoral caresses,
and he allowed her to come. He took her hair in his hands, softly
but firmly pulling her head into his lap. As she began stroking
his cock with her fingers and tongue he started the car and pulled
out of the parking lot. One hand on the wheel, the other
alternating between buttons and hair, he had most of her clothing
in shambles when he pulled into his garage. When the door had
closed completely he pulled her already tender throat away from
his only slightly larger than average prick. Judy thanked the god
she believed in, and trusted; as she sucked deeply for the air she
had been deprived of, she could feel the irritation turning to
pain and hoped there would be no more of that tonight. She was
still ready for a few orgasms, but some of the earlier excitement
had been replaced with the realization that she had no idea where
she was or how she got there. They had driven for at least 30
minutes, she thought, but didn't know which direction, or how fast
he had driven. "I'll never do this again," she told herself, "but
I may as well get all I can out of this one."

He kissed her, gently now, mouthed closed, tenderly, and she
relaxed further. "Let me show you my house, honey." Inside, he
constantly stroked her gently, her hair, neck, arms, only
occasionally brushing against her breast or ass. She was getting
wet again, her prior thoughts of her vulnerability disappearing,
she began to feel this was someone she would like keep around for
awhile. She amused herself with the thought that she "would have
to learn to deep throat that big dick".

When they got to the bedroom, he put his strong hands nearly
around her tiny waist and pulled her to him and into a deep,
passionate kiss, probing her with his tongue, then pulling her
tongue into his mouth, sucking and nibbling, stronger and harder,
until she moaned. He guided her backwards onto the bed, sliding
what remained of her skirt over her belly, and sliding his tongue
between her lips, darting across her clit, back between her lips
and into her.

She came again, only slightly, as he withdrew. "Would you like to
tie me up?", he asked softly, preparing his next response to the
words he knew she would meekly whisper now. "I'm the submissive
one, would you like to tie me up?"

Judy had fantasized for years about being totally under the
control of such a sexual man, but although she was naive,
inexperienced, she was an intelligent girl. Once the restraints
were in place, her naivet* disappeared, and her intelligence could
do nothing for her, as she felt an explosion of pain between her
legs. Her head leaned forward, her eyes searching for the cause,
finding it in his hand, raised, poised to strike again. "NO!" she
cried as the leather struck again, then again. Her head rolled
back, tensing with pain; all her martial arts training could not
give her the strength to free her ankles from strong hands as her
legs were spread wider and she was positioned on her side with her
head hanging off the side of the bed and her hips at the corner.

She had no concept of time, had lost the sensation of pain long
before she even realised that more than one man was using her.
When one had finished, another took his place. At all times, her
pussy, her ass, her mouth, were always full of hard, thrusting
cock.

She knew she would die; hoped she would die; she became angry when
she felt clean cold moisture on her face, and realised she was
laying in tall grass, still alive, the light of early morning sun
beginning to give her a view of her torn body. A new pain began,
as she realised she would have to face the man who loved her, who
had made it easier to end her marriage.

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