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Some Vanilla-ish erotica I wrote - 5/20/2005 1:15:23 PM

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This first one's called 'The Delivery Guy'

Is there anything better than having the office to yourself on a Friday afternoon? Smiling contentedly, I turned up the radio on my desk and danced around a little to the lively beat. I mused over how lovely it was to be left alone with my work. “At this rate, I’ll be done soon enough so that I can sneak out early, with no one the wiser,” I thought to myself.

Updating the physician data files was a task I usually saved for times when our office was quiet and things were slow. Frequently things were so hectic that I didn’t get around to this mundane task, but with few distractions that afternoon, I was whipping through a few weeks worth of work in no time at all.

I stepped to the break room to retrieve another pack of hanging folders from the supply cabinet, and didn’t hear the door to our office suite open. The noise of someone approaching startled me. I gasped involuntarily, even though I recognized my visitor as soon as he rounded the corner. “Oh my gosh, you SCARED me!” I chided, grinning.

It was the company’s in-house courier, John, with a package under his arm. He laughed at my intake of breath and greeted me, “The cat must be away, since the mice are at play, huh?” he commented, motioning toward the music blasting from the vicinity of my desk. My heart still pounded from the sudden shock, as I laughed with him. His friendly demeanor always served to put me at ease, and that day was no different. We continued to banter as we left the break room.

“Yes, no bosses here today,” I walked to my desk and turned down the volume on the local rock station. “Just me, but look at this mess! How can you say I’m playing?” I kidded him, gesturing toward the pile of folders on my desk. “They keep me plenty busy, you know!” I admonished.

John sat the box he held on the floor beside my desk and kidded me some more, “Oh yea, I know how they work you to death around here.” He rolled his blue eyes exaggeratedly, then winked at me. “Poor Shannon never gets a moment’s rest, not even when she’s sitting around surfing the net, right?”

I blushed, remembering the time he’d walked in and caught me playing mah jong on my PC, which of course was a big no-no on company time. I held my finger to my lips in a shushing manner and giggled, embarrassed to have him remind me.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’d never rat you out, girl. People do much worse than that when they think nobody’s looking,” he chuckled, secretively. “I could tell you stories that would curl your toes,” he intimated, playfully touching my shoulder.

Feeling suddenly nervous standing so close to him, I retreated behind my desk and sank into my chair, thinking he would take his cue and leave. Instead he strode to the chair on the far side of my desk and made himself at home. He smirked at me and crossed his legs, looking relaxed, as if he was planning to stay a while.

Puzzled over his decision to linger, I glanced toward the package he’d brought. “Is this the new stationary I ordered last week?” I asked, trying to make small talk. I was unused to this intimate little setting. John had never hung around when delivering things, before. Then again, he’d never dropped anything off when I was alone in the office.

We’d always been friendly, in a casual kind of way, exchanging pleasantries about the weather during his brief visits to deliver or pick up packages to and from our office. It would have been impossible for me not to have noticed his muscular build and warm smile – and that adorable curly brown hair, but since dating fellow employees was not permitted, I’d never really allowed myself to pursue those thoughts very far, or very often. Sure, I had checked out his butt a time or two, but that was pretty much the extent of it. Didn’t everyone drool over hunky delivery guys occasionally?

He was staring at me across my desk in a way that indicated he had something on his mind other than stationary, however. I shifted in my chair and played with my pen, waiting for him to say something. He continued to sit, gazing at me and smiling, making me ever more self-conscious. The phone rang, startling me for the second time that afternoon, and I nearly dropped the receiver in my haste to answer it.

I felt John watching me as I spoke to the headhunter on the line. Very aware of his attention, I stumbled over my words a couple times – something completely unlike me. I normally dealt with such calls several times a day, and had a pat speech I could recite in my sleep, but somehow that day I couldn’t get my thoughts straight. I quickly ended the call before I made a fool of myself in my nervousness. My cheeks were burning as I became more flustered over John’s tenacious study of me.

“You’re really sexy when you blush like that, you know?” he flattered me. Much I tried not to, I giggled dorkily. “And even hotter when you act like you don’t know it.” His eyes bored holes into me, as I looked anywhere but at him. From my reaction, you’d have thought I’d never been hit on before.

I did my best to act nonchalant. “Why John, I never knew you felt that way,” I joked, fidgeting under his stare, but doing my best to flutter my lashes at him. “You’d be in trouble if anyone heard you say that, you know,” I chided him, hoping to end this painfully embarrassing situation. Instead, it spurred him on.

He stood, and leaned on the corner of my desk with his much admired ass. “Oh, come on. I think we both know there’s something going on here. At least…I’d like for there to be. I’m not afraid to be the one to get it out in the open.” He casually began to slide various things covering my desk to one side, enabling him to move in closer. “Unless you’re saying you find me admiring you a bad thing…you’re not saying that, are you?” He reached his hand across the desk to pluck the pen from my hands, running his finger over mine as he did so.

I was speechless at this alarming turn of events. I had never before imagined that John thought of me in this context. Apparently, I had been oblivious to the attraction. I frantically searched my mind for something suitable to say to discourage him, as he continued to smirk at me from his perch on the edge of my desk. I wanted to return the sentiment, but I hesitated, since it could affect my job.

“Don’t think about it too much…you’ll worry yourself to death,” he laughed, seeing me contemplate. He reached for my hand and pulled gently. I allowed him to pull me up so that I was standing eye to eye with him, the desk separating us. He leaned closer, his hand grazing my cheek. “Haven’t you ever thought about doing something like this? Locking up the office, and having a nooner right here on your desk?” Something wicked flashed in his eyes.

I laughed at his nerve, knowing I had indeed thought about that very thing a time or two. “That’s the kind of thing people fantasize about, but never do,” I attempted once more to deter him, knowing I was fighting a losing battle. I could already feel myself becoming aroused by his suggestion, not to mention his overwhelmingly close proximity. Ripples of excitement fluttered in my stomach, and I felt my nipples harden against the silk of my bra. His broad shoulders leaned closer to me, the slight scent of his cologne intoxicating me. His fingers caught my chin as he swooped in to capture my lips with his.

All thoughts of decency and workplace etiquette left my mind as he kissed me. Winding his fingers in my hair, our mouths melded and our tongues began to flick each other teasingly. My thighs pressed against the edge of my desk as I became absorbed in the embrace. I heard my pencil cup spill to the floor as he scooted farther up onto my desk, pulling me closer.

Reason got the better of me after half a minute or so. “John,” I gasped for air, breaking the reverie. “This is insane! We’ll both get fired!” I stepped back and ran my hands over my clothes, absently trying to smooth them, as if straightening my outward appearance would somehow help soothe the inner turmoil I was feeling. Passion coursed through me, though I tried my best to suppress it.

He stood, walked towards the door, and for a brief and disappointing moment I thought he was going to leave. Instead, he lowered the blinds on the glass entrance door, and turned the deadbolt. I opened my mouth to argue, but those blue eyes caught mine and the words never made it past my lips.

He purposefully strode across the room and wrapped his brawny, delivery-guy arms around me. My breath caught in my throat as he grasped me and bent to kiss me again. My hands roamed over his expansive back, feeling his masculine strength. He stood four or five inches taller than I, which made me feel feminine and a bit helpless, in a way I thoroughly enjoyed. The fact that I’d been single for many long months made me all the more eager for him to ravish me.

While our tongues twisted tantalizingly, he moved his large, rough hands over my yielding body. He squeezed my shoulders, ran his fingers down my neck and over my collarbone before rubbing slowly down my back, to wrap his hands around my waist. I pressed myself against him, loving the feel of his well-built chest crushing my breasts. His hands gripped my hips and he pulled me more tightly against him, as the kiss deepened. I felt him lifting my skirt, as we turned, maneuvering so I could sit upon my desk.

He hiked my skirt up around my hips, and moved so he stood between my legs. I tilted my head back to continue kissing him – god, how that man could kiss. His hands worked at the buttons on my blouse while he made love to my mouth with his tongue. Instinctively, I reached for his belt and began to unfasten it, then his trousers. Through the fabric, I could feel his erection growing with each passing second. My blouse slipped off my shoulders and my bra soon followed, as I sought to free him from his pants. I pushed his shirt up, and ran my fingers over his hard belly, through the smattering of coarse hair which covered his abdomen. Prolonging the moment, I traced my fingertips over his stomach and the area all around his erection, teasing him. I felt his hips press forward, indicating his desire.

As his hands began to move over my breasts, I finally broke the kiss so I could use my mouth elsewhere. I abruptly grasped his hard cock at the base, and guided it to my lips. Softly, I licked the head, caressing it with my tongue, lapping at the precum which slowly leaked out. He groaned softly and arched his back, wrapping my long, auburn hair around his hands. I opened wide to accept him, and he slowly began to fuck my mouth. I eased his pants down and reached between his sinewy thighs to cup his heavy balls in my hands. Gently, I squeezed and massaged them, savoring his musky, male scent. I felt myself getting wet as I thought about what he’d feel like inside me.

He began to move more quickly and less gently in and out of my mouth, as he became more aroused. Worried he’d blow his wad too quickly, I tried to pull back and ask him to slow down, but he wasn’t having any of it. His grip on my hair tightened, and he began to fuck my mouth in earnest. I tried to open as wide as I could and relax while he sated his need. Soon, I felt strings of saliva run from the corners of my mouth and dribble onto my chest.

After a minute or two, my jaw began to ache as he pummeled my mouth and humiliation began to creep over me due to the steady stream of slobber dripping onto my naked breasts. I tried to look up and him and began to whimper softly, hoping he would take pity and stop. He looked into my eyes and continued to thrust. He hit the back of my throat a couple times and I gagged a little when he did. I had never been able to deep throat, and that time was no different.

It seemed an eternity before he pulled himself from my mouth and with no warning came on my face. Jizz splashed in one of my eyes and burned so badly my eye began to water. He rubbed his semen all over my face with his still hard dick, adding to my embarrassment. I panted lightly, trying to catch my breath. He rubbed my head and murmured some sort of approving noise. I guess he was satisfied with my oral abilities, despite my shortcomings. I really didn’t care – all I could think of was washing my face. He had different plans, however.

He directed me to scoot my bottom farther back on the desk and raised each foot so my heels rested on the edge. He then knelt between my legs and began to rub his hands up my thighs. He moved slowly, but purposefully, and succeeded in making me eagerly anticipate his touch. My panties felt like they were soaking wet, and the cool air intensified the feeling. He trailed his fingers along the edge of the elastic, and I pushed toward his fingers, wishing he would delve underneath. Just when I thought he was about to go the next step, he pulled back and returned to rubbing my legs.

My face and chest began to dry, which felt uncomfortable and itchy. I imagined how I looked and embarrassment sprang anew. I felt his fingers hook the edge of my panties and begin to pull them off, and forgot about my sordid looking appearance. I lifted my hips to assist his intent.

As he removed my panties, he gently blew a little burst of breath across my soaked, fevered pussy. I shivered and begged him to touch me. Ignoring my pleas, he simply blew again, and cruelly squeezed the muscles of my inner thighs. Time after time, he grazed my tormented flesh with his fingers, refusing to touch my sex directly, instead pulling me open with his fingers on my outer lips, and blowing cool air again and again. My clit was standing erect, painfully engorged. I begged openly for him to touch my pussy, conscious of every pleading, coarse word which spilled from my lips. Never before had I said the things I said to him. Unable to take it any longer, I grabbed his hair in both my hands and pulled his face into me.

His tongue began to work furiously at my clit, and he entered me brutally with two fingers. I pulled at his hair and bit my lip to keep from screaming. Almost instantly, a shuddering orgasm raged through me. I felt wetness gush from me. John never missed a beat, and he continued to use his mouth and fingers on my pussy until I came a second time mere minutes later.

Abruptly he stood, and I saw he was again erect.

Urgently, he pulled me to my feet and spun me so that I faced away from him. Without needing direction, I bent over the desk, placing my feet in a wide stance and bracing myself on my elbows. My skirt was still bunched about my waist. He stepped closer, and entered me fully with one swift thrust. My head bobbed forward and my knees weakened. I couldn’t help but moan aloud. He reached and turned the radio back up just a tad.

Momentarily, we were motionless. Very slowly, he shifted until he was even deeper inside me. The sensation of being filled with his fat cock drove me wild. His hips pressed sharply into my ass and the backs of my thighs. I wiggled up and down, dying for him to give it to me.

“Is this what you want?” he growled, as he began even, long strokes. “You need me to fuck that little pussy, don’t you?” Grasping my hair with his right hand, he held my head taught, driving it home with a little more force each time he slid in me. “Tell me how badly you want me to keep fucking you, goddamn it!” Fierce little tugs on my hair punctuated his statement. I whimpered, not wanting to speak, simply enjoying being so harshly fucked, and he yanked harder, bringing me back to the moment. “Say it unless you want me to stop, Shannon,” he ordered.

“Please, don’t stop fucking me,” I stammered, while my mind raced over the phrases I knew he wanted to hear. “I love the way you feel in my pussy. I need your cock, need you to fuck me,” I grunted as I pressed back to meet him. He grunted in return and we moved into a frantic, desperate rhythm.

He released my hair and placed both his hands on my hips at my waist, guiding our pace and slamming into me harder. I bit the back of my arm to keep from squealing as I so badly wanted to. I felt the pulsing throb of an orgasm in my pelvis, and squeezed hard as I prepared to cum.

My body started to tremble, then jerk as it hit me, and I could only ride the wave. He pounded on through it, until I was done and then slowed slightly, lengthening his stroke, pulling completely out of me before pushing sensuously back in. I had not yet recovered from my climax, and was absolutely relaxed though my head was spinning.

He rubbed his fingers around his cock and through the dripping wetness between my legs. I didn’t resist or tense up when, on an in-stroke, he slid a finger into my ass. I started to bear down with his thrusting, to make the entry easier. Soon, a second finger joined the first. The combined stimulation propelled me toward yet another high.

He deftly slid his shaft out of my pussy and, removing his fingers, pressed the head of his dick against my primed backdoor. My breath came in short gasps as I willed myself to relax so I could take him in. He leaned over me, in order to rub my clit while he slowly slid further into my ass. I felt him dribble spit onto me, to further lubricate things. Soon, he was fucking me quickly, with shallow strokes, and I felt that impending orgasm looming again. Tingles of adrenaline ran up my spine as my anus began to spasm rhythmically as I came. I lost the ability to hold myself up any longer and my body fell to the desk. He leaned down to lay on top of me, urgently pushing still, putting his hands on my shoulders for leverage.

I felt his hot cum as he squirted in my ass. He continued to thrust and I felt it gushing out and smearing on the both of us. Finally, he was still, his weight almost unbearable on top of me as I struggled to breathe. I wiggled and he chuckled, and rolled off me.

He stood, and lifted me to hold me in his arms. I felt like a rag doll and was thankful for his brute strength. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. He scooped up my legs and headed for the bathroom. I laughed, knowing his pants were around his ankles. Thank god he’d closed the blind.

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A second - 5/20/2005 1:16:36 PM

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And this one I called 'Good Morning'

In the early hours of the morning, my eyes fluttered open as I began to wake. Shifting my head slightly so as not to disturb him, I glanced at the clock. 6 a.m. - plenty of time to relax and cuddle for a while before getting up and facing the day. As I remembered our lovemaking from the night before, I smiled and snuggled closer to his warm body, which was curled behind me. I unconsciously rubbed my ass against his groin while I recalled all the wonderfully kinky things we'd done.

Immediately, I felt a response to my small movements. His arm tightened around my waist and his cock began to harden against my backside. His voice, deep with sleep, whispered a query as to whether I was awake. I laid still and made my breathing slow and deep to feign sleep. His hand began to lazily trace circles over my skin, raising goosebumps all over me.

When his tickling touch finally reached the sensitive area under my breast, I realized I'd been holding my breath. I exhaled slowly, still trying to maintain my ruse. I shifted to the side a bit to allow him easier access so that he might continue his exploration.

His fingers brushed over my nipple and it hardened immediately. He began to tweak it with his fingers, pulling ever so gently. He increased the pressure until it was hard for me to remain silent. I bit the inside of my lip, loving the waves of heat which were flowing through my body because of his touch. My pussy was getting extremely wet and it took all my control not to push my ass against him. I redoubled my efforts to pretend I was still out cold.

Snuggling even closer to me, he pressed his now erect cock against my ass. I was disappointed momentarily when he removed his hand from my breast, but got over it quickly when I realized where he was redirecting his attention. He trailed his long fingers down my side to my thigh. He then placed his hand on my ass and squeezed my full cheek. He continued to do this, lifting and separating my buttocks, exposing my hot wetness to the cool air in the room. I could smell my arousal and knew he could to. My right hand drifted unconsciously to my breasts as I began to tease and twist my nipples in turn.

While squeezing my ass he stopped and held my ass open. I felt the hot, slick head of his cock sliding up and down my exposed bottom. Pushing his hips forward, he began to quickly rub his shaft over my dripping slit as the tip of his dick pushed against my clit. The friction and slipperiness of our genitals nearly drove me insane with lust and I gasped for breath.

Never missing a beat, his hand which had been holding my ass moved to gather my hair and gently tug my head backwards towards his own. He whispered roughly in my ear, "I think my little girl likes to be fondled while she's asleep and helpless, doesn't she?"

I whimpered softly, keeping my eyes clenched shut, panting in excitement as he continued to stroke, his cock now clasped firmly in place between my legs. I pressed my knees together tighter and arched my back, pressing against his chest. He began to suck and bite on my neck in the way he knew I adore and I shivered with pleasure. My hips began to move in time with his and I tried to maneuver my hips so he would enter me.

Seeing right through me, he chuckled and tightened his grip on my hair. "Tell me what you want, baby," he growled in my ear, his hot breath making my hair stand on end. "Tell me what it is you want and you just might get it."

I opened my mouth, wanting to speak but unable to make the words come. My breathless gasps became louder, and for a moment we continued moving in time, listening to the sound. He pulled on my hair and I knew he was becoming impatient with me. I struggled to overcome my embarrassment and voice my desires.

"I want you to..." I began, searching for the words. I knew what he wanted to hear, but I was still shy about saying those things out loud. He quickened his movements and I moaned loudly. I needed him inside me at that moment more than anything. I started again, "I want your..." I trailed off again, distracted by the excitement coursing through my body.

"Say it, Shannon, or you're going to have one frustrating day," he threatened. I knew he meant it, so I plunged ahead.

"Please," I gasped. "I need you inside me!"

"What do you want?!" he demanded.

"I want you to fuck me! Please, I need your cock in me now! Please, will you fuck me?" I begged.

He responded by driving into me. Letting go of my hair, he grasped my hip and began to drive deep inside me, fucking me hard. My moans quickly became screams of pleasure as I clawed at the sheets. His leg came up to cover mine, pinning me there on my side and clamping my legs shut even tighter on him.

Within moments, I was nearing an orgasm. I shouted that I was going to cum and he ordered me to rub my clit. I forced my hand between my legs and began to furiously rub my engorged sensitive clit.

"Tell me what you need, my little slut. Tell me what you are," he commanded, slamming into me with such force that our bodies made smacking sounds.

I began pleading with him to let me cum, continuing to rub my clit, pressing as hard as I could while moving my fingers around and around. "Please, I have to cum! I need to cum now, please can I??"

His answer was to increase the pace and fuck me harder. Holding back my climax was intensifying the sensations overtaking me. I had to go on, since he had not yet answered. "Oh, god, I can't help it, I need to cum for you! Please, let me be your slut and cum on your cock!"

That did it. He grunted his approval as I let my muscles unclench and began to feel the waves of orgasm washing over me. My pussy flooded cum all over him while he kept driving in and out of me. He voiced his approval as I began to drift out of my reverie. Instinctively, I began begging for permission again, as I knew another one was right behind the first.

"Go, baby, go as much as you want now," he groaned, as his attention focused on his own imminent release. Over the next few minutes, I came again and again while screaming his name. My thighs and his were wet from the numerous orgasms I was having. Soon, I felt his cock swell even bigger as he began to cum.

He pulled out of me and rolled me onto my back as he knelt over me. His hot cum spurted out of him onto my chest and face. I sat and tried to capture what I could with my mouth, sucking the last of it from him as he had a shuddering climax.

We collapsed together back onto the bed, panting and grinning at each other as we embraced. Good morning, indeed.

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A long one - 5/20/2005 1:20:25 PM

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Stoney's Brush With the Law

It was Friday, and I was thrilled to have found a sitter for the evening. I grabbed together some going-out clothes and my cosmetics bag and headed out the door. Jumping in my sporty red Jeep, I blasted some music on the rdaio and set out for a girl friend's house to get ready. The 20 minute drive over was plenty of time for me to smoke the nice fragrant fattie I had rolled of the wonderful bud I'd procured that day. Soon, my car was filled with smoke and I was emptied of my stress. I sang along with Nelly Furtado as I zoomed down the highway.

As I rounded a blind curve, I spotted a county cop car and jammed my foot on the break. Too late - his lights blinked on and he pulled out behind me as I passed his sneaky little hiding spot. He chirped his siren at me as I signaled and pulled off the road into the gravel parking lot of a roadside produce stand. A sinking feeling was washing over me, as I glanced around my car to be sure I'd hidden any incriminating evidence of my marijuana consumption. I rolled down all four windows as the cop approached to try and air out the smell. Didn't work.

"Weeeeellllll, smells like someone's having a good night!" the cop at my window said, cheerfully. I gave him a blank look, wondering how I could talk my way out of this one. He went on, "Do you know how fast you were going, miss?"

I began my routine excuses only to be interrupted. "I think we both know your reasons are bullshit, miss. Why don't you go ahead and get your license and step out of the vehicle?" He grinned at me as if he were fully enjoying the experience. I hate cops who enjoy busting people...it's just sadism at it's worst. I grabbed my license and opened the car door. Feeling a little scared, I moved towards the back of my car, where he was standing. I'd never been asked to get out during a traffic stop. I began silently pleading with the forces that be not to go to jail over a stupid joint.

The cop stood there in his light brown uniform, still smiling, towering over me by about 6 inches. I was a little unnerved as he moved close to me, taking my license and slipping it into the breast pocket of his uniform. Standing so close I could feel his breath on my cheek, he asked me to turn around and put my hands on the roof of the car. Hesitating slightly, I pondered asking about a female officer, then rejected that idea. I didn't want to cause any more fuss than needed. Plus, I had nothing on my person, so I wasn't worried about being patted down. I passively complied with his command and stood waiting, feeling vulnerable.

I heard his shoes crunching the gravels under our feet as he stepped behind me. His body seemed in really close proximity to my own, as he placed his hands on my shoulders. He ran his large hands down my arms, even though I was wearing a t-shirt and could not have been concealing anything. Using his fingers, he pressed roughly into the soft flesh under my arms, continuing the same procedure down my sides, his fingers brushing the sides of my breasts. I held my breath, scared and undeniably excited at the same time. I felt like a moron for being turned on by what was happening, but my body didn't care. As the cop moved his hands to my waist and felt all around the waistband of my jeans, I began to feel overwhelmed. My breath started coming in little gasps. He moved onto patting down my legs and quickly finished, telling me to lower my hands and turn back around.

My brain began to function again and I asked, "Why did you need to frisk me?" An ominous chuckle was his response. He looked at me for a few moments before giving me an answer.

"I frisked you because of the overpowering smell of marijuana eminating from your car, miss," he said, smirking. "Do you mind if I search your vehicle now?" Knowing there was a roach in the ashtray, I did indeed mind.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but yes I do mind my car being searched when all I've done is exceed the speed limit," I began to bristle a little, going into defensive mode. "Don't you have to have a warrant for that?" I asked haughtily.

"Not when there's probable cause, miss, and your car reeking of pot is certainly an example of that. Now can you step aside, or shall I put you in the cruiser while I take a look?" He lost his smile and gave me this...look. The kind that makes you feel two inches tall and not want to move an inch or make a sound. At that moment, somewhere in my brain I noted how extremely handsome he was, as he stared at me through steely gray eyes. I stood there, hesitating, trying to think of some way out of this, when he raised an eyebrow and pointed to the rear of my car. Resigning myself to the situation, I walked back and sat on my bumper.

He opened the door to my car and began sifting through my stuff. After a few minutes, he appeared before me. Pinched between his fingers were the remains of the joint I'd smoked not half an hour earlier. He was smiling that smile again, and I felt like crying. "I don't have to ask what this is," he gloated. "Any more in there I should know about?" He asked.

I felt my face crumple as tears welled up in my eyes. "That's all I've got." I answered shakily. "What's going to happen?" I asked, staring at my feet, not able to look at him.

The next few moments seemed to stretch out forever. Finally, I glanced up at him and found him staring at me with a half-smile on his face. Why did he have to be so cute? His lack of a response began to make me nervous. He just stood there, looking at me, holding the roach between his fingers. I wanted to knock it away and be done with this scene. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, waiting for him to reply. I could hear crickets in the nearby trees and was suddenly reminded of how late and dark it was getting.

"I'm thinking you're pretty worried right about now," he finally said. "And wondering if you're going to be arrested and who will pay your bail, right?" His voice was slightly taunting, as if he was fully enjoying himself. I raised my gaze to meet his and saw something in his eyes. Something which sent a little shiver through me.

"Isn't that was happens when you get caught with pot?" I spat out, hating the way he was making me feel humiliated with his amusement. "It's not like I have a half pound to sell or anything, so I don't see why it's such a big deal," my voice took on a whiney quality as I swallowed the knot in my throat. I quickly decided my best option was begging pitifully and opened my mouth to try. I'd no more than gotten a 'please' out than he stepped closer to me and began to speak.

"We both know what I could do right now. I'm guessing from the car seats you have kids. Do you think Mommy going to jail for smoking dope is going to have a postive impact on their lives? What about your job? You'd probably get fired when your boss found out, huh? Did you consider any of that while you were getting high? That it could land your ass in jail and mess up your life?" His voice took on a lecturing tone while he was speaking, and I was reminded of speeches my older brother used to give me in high school about pot. But the lack of handcuffs on my wrists told me something - maybe there was a chance, after all.

I opened my mouth to begin telling him I was sorry, that he was right, but he interrupted me once again. Stepping even closer to me, so I was backed up against the rear of my Jeep, he spoke in a low, almost intimate tone. "Do you think I can just let you off, let you go, with no sort of consequences for your actions? Wouldn't that just be like giving approval for you to break the laws everyone else has to abide by? Are you something special?" As he spoke, he placed his hand on the truck beside my head, then lifted it to run his finger over my cheek. I was petrified at that point; totally unsure of what was going on. I couldn't even manage to stammer a reply.

He continued speaking and gripped my chin rather roughly. "I think you're the kind of girl who doesn't think the rules apply to her, aren't you? You think you can flash that pretty smile and wiggle that ass and get out of any sort of trouble. And I bet most men fall all over themselves to oblige, don't they?" His eyes darkened as he moved his hands to my upper arms and gripped them tightly, emprisoning me. "I think you need a little wake up call. Something to help you learn to behave responsibly and to accept the results of your actions."

With that, he jerked me suddenly away from the back my car and began pushing and pulling me around to the side farthest from the road. My car now blocked us from view of the road. My heart was racing, and I had never been more scared in my life.

Frantic, fearful thoughts flooded my mind. Tears began to flow as I started blabbering. I was sure I would wind up dead in a ditch before the night was over. Begging seemed like the logical answer, so that's what I did. He abruptly let go of me and I lost my balance, falling on my knees in the sharp gravels. Covering my face with my hands, I pleaded with him to let me go. After a minute or so of this, I peeked through my fingers to see him grinning down at me with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He continued to stare at me until I looked away. Still sniffling, I wiped my face on my shirt sleeve and attempted to stand. His hand met my shoulder and prevented me from rising.

"It's really simple what your options are. You can shut up and simply do as I say for the next little while and go home safe and sound and without a criminal record OR you can keep whining and acting like a nitwit and go to jail for the night. I will promise you that no serious harm will come to you, so you can just calm down and think about this rationally. Do you want me to arrest you? Or do you want this to be over quickly? I believe we can take care of what punishment you deserve right here, if you think you can agree to accept it and obey me."

There was something in his voice which seemed very familiar. Maybe it was reminiscent of some of the men I'd been involved with in the past - commanding, dominant men. Whatever it was, I knew I would do nothing except what he wanted, no matter what the outcome would be. I nodded my assent and he once again smiled. Stepping over to where I knelt, he reached for my shoulder-length hair and wrapped his hand in it. Pulling me up, he raised my face and spoke carefully as he backed me up against the side of the car.

"Here are the rules: you do exactly as I say, you do not question or hesitate, you remain quiet unless I ask you a question and should I ask a question you answer immediately and honestly. Do you understand the rules I have stated?"

I answered affirmatively. He released the death grip he had on my hair and ordered my hands behind my head. As I obeyed, he effortlessly ripped the cotton shirt I was wearing up the front, exposing my bra. My fear was beginning to fade, but my adrenaline was still flowing. He rougly jerked up on my bra, then stared at my breasts for a moment as they fell free. My nipples began to harden in the cool air and the jewelry in my piercings glinted softly. Grasping my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he began to pull on them steadily. First he pulled outward, then with no warning he jerked up swiftly. I rose up on my tiptoes and hissed in pain at this sudden painful movement. His left hand released my nipple and I almost had time to be greatful before his palm struck my cheek.

"Not...one...sound," he growled at me. His hand moved back to my breast and resumed the assault.

I held my breath as he tortured my nipples with his fingers. They felt like vice grips, pinching, pulling and twisting. Finally, he released them only to begin slapping my breasts alternately. I lost count as he delivered one stinging blow after another.

I was on the verge of crying out when he stopped and stepped back to look at me once again. He told me to lower my arms, which I thankfully did, feeling the blood rushing back into my limbs. He then began giving me directions - told me to cup my breasts with my hands, push them together, squeeze them. The coolness of my hands felt good on my burning skin but even more enjoyable was the feeling I was getting from complying with his commands.

I'd always gotten off on following orders in sexual situations, but never had experienced a total lack of control. I was becoming more and more excited, due in part to the element of danger. My mind kept drifting to the possibility of an occupant of a passing car glimpsing the sordid scene taking place not twenty feet from the road. Luckily, traffic was light and the area where we were standing was not very well lit.

I watched as he began unfastening his belt. He removed it and lay it carefully on the ground behind him, along with his gun and radio. When he turned back to face me, I saw he was holding handcuffs. He motioned for me to turn and when I did snapped the cold steel cuffs on my wrists behind my back in the typical fashion.

Pressing his body against me from behind, he reached around and began another brutual assault on my breasts. I knew his warped fondling would bring bruises and soreness. I continued to become more and more turned on and soon felt the evidence of his arousal against the back of my thigh. Drifting in a state my bdsm friends call 'sub-space' I was soon enjoying his painful attentions. I suddenly realized I was pushing my hips backwards to rub my ass against his crotch. I heard him chuckle at my obvious state.

"Now let's see how nice your mouth feels," his voice rumbled in my ear, spreading a delicious warmth through my body. Facing him, I peeked at his face for just a moment before his mouth covered my own. The look on his handsome face was one of perfect concentration. He was completely absorbed with using me. As he kissed me, I remained inactive at first, not sure what to do.

I quickly lost all capacity to think and my lips and tongue were soon moving over his, kissing him passionately. His hand moved to my hair and he pulled my head back, breaking the kiss. He began attacking my exposed neck, licking biting and sucking creully, giving me shivers of delight. He took my face in his hands, and forced me to my knees. I stared up at him, anticipating what was coming next.

I tried to shift my knees on the sharp rocks but there was no way to make it less painful. I watched as he unfasted his pants and reached inside to free his erect cock. It was think and had to be 8 inches in length. Precum glistened on the tip of the mushroom head. Without his direction, I leaned forward and darted my tongue out to lick at the moisture there. He groaned and his hands went into my hair, pulling my hair again. He began slowly moving my head, so I opened wide, allowing him to begin fucking my mouth. With my hands still behind me, I felt as if I were losing my balance, but his death grip on my hair held me in position. Soon, I was swallowing most of his hardness, drool beginning to run down my chin. He was breathing rapidly, grunting occasionally but not speaking.

I had no concept of how long I serviced him on my knees, but eventually my jaw began to ache. I whimpered, my mouth full of him, hoping to evoke a bit of sympathy but the sound only served to spur him on. He drove deep into my throat and my nose was buried in his pubic hair, full of his scent, driving me wild. I wanted him to cum in my mouth so I could taste him. I thought he was about to, when he withdrew and began rubbing his wet cock over my face. He laughed as he slapped my cheek with his dick, making a small smacking sound. He followed that with a few light slaps to my cheeks with his hand, then grasped my face, squishing my cheeks together making my lips purse. After regarding my messy face for a moment, he told me to get up and grabbed my arm to help me to my feet.

While I was shaking the pins and needles from my legs, he unfasted my jeans. He yanked them down over my hips, along with my panties. Despite my legs being bound together at the knees by my jeans, he managed to force his hand between my thighs. He laughed triumphantly when he felt the hot wetness there. Roughly, he began rubbing my clit furiously. In a sudden, surprising explosion, I came from the friction.

Every nerve in my body was at full alert as I felt his rough, thick fingers sliding slowly from back to front and back again between my legs. I was so wet there was no doubt how willing a participant I was. After a moment, he withdrew his hand and raised his fingers to wet my lips, making my knees weak as I smelt and tasted myself. Unhesitatingly, I opened my mouth to accept his fingers and suck them clean. He thrust his hips against me as I did, pushing me roughly into the car and making growling noises.

His left hand took an increasingly familiar hold on my hair, as he literally grabbed my pussy with his right. Two fingers slid inside me, as the palm of his hand ground against my clit. I squealed and rolled my hips incontrollably. He released my hair long enough to smack my lips for the noise, then grabbed it again and pulled my head sharply backwards so it bonked on the roof of the car. Moving his fingers steadily, he began fucking me with his fingers. I found it almost impossible to keep from doing anything but gasping for breath.

I almost laughed when I realized which body part I was concentrating on most - my throat and preventing one hint of a sound coming from it. Rocking my hips in rhythm with his movements, I was soon approaching another orgasm. I more intense one; the kind where I usually growl and scream and tear at the sheets with my fingernails. I started to whimper, tears leaking from my eyes as I knew it was unavoidable. As my muscles started to tighten and tense, I let out a long, loud moan, which ended sounding rather like a roar. A fleeting thought entered my brain and I expected his hand to come cracking down on my face at any time.

He merely watched all this, never stopping his wonderful fingers moving in and out of me. I gave a few last thrusts as my climax waned and collapsed back, letting the car support me. My legs felt weak and my head was swimming. I opened my eyes, which I'd been clenching shut to see him watching me intently. I removed his hold on my hair and put his hand around my throat. Squeezing gently, he leaned in intimately, still stroking my enflamed clit while he spoke.

"Do I have to gag you to keep you quiet? God, you love to be used, don't you? A fucking little slut, that's what I've got here, haven't I?" His cruel taunts in my ear, combined with the pressure he was applying to my neck made me feel as if I was going to break. I whipped my head to one side, pulling my face away from his, sucking in a breath of cool air. I counted slowly to 10, trying to ignore the tiny explosions of light beginning to go off behind my eyes.

Sliding his hand up from the base of my throat, with his fingers on one side of my jaw and thumb on the other, he wrenched my face back frontwards. Pressing his face against mine, his lips rubbed mine as he continued, "You were doing so well, but I'm afraid you're losing sight of what you promised me. Let's see what I can do to remedy that."

Letting go of me completely, he stepped away to retrieve his equipment. I stood motionless, once again laying against my car. I looked up at the sky, and tried to calm myself, thinking only about the stars in the blackness above. My brain tried to begin predicting what he would do with me, but I consciously forced the thought away. When he finally walked back over to me nearly a minute later, my body was completely relaxed, despite my hands still fastened behind me and my pants around my knees. My mind was somewhat less calm, but I'd begun repeating the lines to my favorite song to give me something to think about other than how else my body was about to be abused.

Without a warning, he leaned into my stomach with his shoulder, wrapped his arm around the backs of my thighs and hoisted me up. I screeched out crazily in the first moment, sure I was going to and in the gravels on my face and he smacked my ass with his free hand. Biting down on my lip, I cursed my vocal cords. I had never before wished to be mute, but it would have come as a blessing at that moment. I pressed my face against his back and wondered briefly where he was taking me.

He carried me behind the wooden building of the produce stand, quickly scoped the place out and plopped me down on my butt on a low, rectangular wooden table which was sitting against the rear of the building. He bent to pull my shoes off my feet, then quickly shanked my jeans off my legs as well. My arms were aching terribly, and I flexed and shook them to try to relieve the discomfort. He noticed and unfasted my left hand long enough to recuff my hands in front of me. I sat, enjoying the sudden reprieve, while he looked down at me. His fingers found my right nipple and began to twist slowly, but with some force.

He dropped to a crouching position in front of me and mirrored his action on my left nipple. As he delivered the agonizingly pleasurable pain to the tips of my breasts, I moaned and arched my back. He grasped my breasts on either side, pushing them together and managed to clamp his teeth down on both my nipples at once. Shaking his head back and forth with quick little motions, his teeth scarping across my sensitive flesh nearly brought me to orgasm again. My legs spread wide and I raised my hips in need.

Pushing me back roughly so that he could kneel on the table between my thighs, he took his ever hard cock in his hand and lowered his pants a bit. Lowering himself over me, I tilted my hips, anticipating him, but he only rubbed the head of his dick over my wet, eager cunt. I cried out in frustration, thrusting upwards hoping to feel him penetrate me. He laughed, and slowly teased my clit with his glans. He continued for nearly a minute before I felt a rush of wetness and climax tingled through my body.

His lips came down on mine in a deep, passionate kiss just before the slammed into me. I erupted with screams of pleasure, but his waiting mouth captured the sound. He felt so good inside me, providing that scintillating feeling of penetration that no other sensation can match. My body's rhythm quickly matched his and my legs encircled his waist, pulling him deeper into me.

His hands moved about my neck as he rested his weight on his elbows, his cock driving into me with slowly increasing force and frequency. I could do nothing but accept him and surrender. His fingers bit into my throat and for a second it was hard to breathe. He loosened his grip for a moment, only to clamp down again some 5 seconds later. This continued action, along with our frenzied fucking, had me feeling quite delirious. Stars swam before my eyes, the scent of our sex teased my nose and the delicious sounds of our bodies meeting filled my ears. I lost count of the number of times I came. Eventually it was as if one, extended wave of exilhiration after another were passing through my body with no end in sight.

After some time, his movements slowed, until he was resting, buried fully inside me and gazing at me again with that peculiar yet so thrilling gleam in his eye. We panted, catching our breath. As he was pulling out of our embrace, he grinned and ducked his head to kiss me on the forehead. I took that to be a sign of approval for my performance thus far. I wanted to grab him in my arms and hug and kiss his neck, but my hands were still shackeled. I settled for grinning like an idiot as he grabbed what was left of my shirt at the shoulder seams and used it to haul me up as he stood.

Once standing, he turned me by my hips to bend me over the table. I placed my hands on the surface of it to support myself and widened my stance ready for more. Instead of diving straight back into fucking me, he bent, placing the side of his burning hot face against my inner thigh. His fingers trailed around not quite touching the goods, as he blew a soft, cool breath of air over the exposed tender area between my thighs. I swear, I got wetter at that moment than ever before. I could feel the perspiration on his cheek and forehead, the sharp stubble of his face. I wanted to cry I needed him so badly.

Gently, he began brushing my outer labia with his fingertips. Biting my lip and trying not to move for fear he'd stop, I felt my slippery pussy quickly open to his touch. He had his fingers inside me suddenly, in one swift movement. My body flew alive and he wasted no time, quickly fitting three of his fingers inside me and pushing me over the brink once again. I was up on tiptoes ready to come a second time when I sensed him rising to his feet and stepping up to me.

Without missing a stroke, he replaced his hand with his cock and I shivered to feel him inside me again. Grasping my hips, he began to ride me with purpose and no mercy. In the next few minutes that followed, I got the feeling that he had pulled away and was focused solely on himself and what was going on in his mind. There was a certain freedom for me, in knowing that I was merely serving as a vessel for the feelings which raged within him.

I think I began to black out a bit, because I suddenly realized I was resting my forehead on the table and it was being scraped dangerously back and forth across the scratchy surface. I felt a sting of an abrasion as I lifted my head and raised my body up a bit. He took that opportunity to grab the back of my hair and twist my body up to meet his. Standing, he continued to fuck me and roughly grabbed one of my breasts in his hand. I could feel an urgency in his movements and guess his climax must be approaching.

"Now," he gasped and somehow I knew. I quickly swiveled my body, dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He grasped my head and pumped in and out of my mouth a few times before his hot, salty sperm began filling my throat and mouth. I choked but swallowed as he gave a few more weakening thrusts. He pulled his semi-rigid cock out of my mouth and rubbed the head over my lips. I smiled and kissed it once, before he stepped away from me.

I sat there in a hazy state of bliss until he returned from his car with a small bundle. Unlocking the handcuffs, he handed it to me and I was surprised to see a t-shirt and a small package of baby wipe clothes. I looked up at him, holding the items, and my heart gave a flutter which was both warming and fearful. He could have taken me to his house and chained me in the basement and I would have been content. Luckily, he was in a hurry to get on his way, since we'd been parked on the side of the road for more than an hour. Numbly, I quickly righted myself and readied to leave. He just stood and stared, watching my every move.

As we walked back around the building, he said something I can never forget. He told me I was the best woman he'd ever had use of. I blinked back tears, both greatful and resentful of how it made me feel. He stopped between our cars as I walked to my door.

"Hey," he called out sharply. I turned, and warily eyed him one last time. "Slow the fuck down, or I'll be pulling you over again. I patrol this area three nights a week." Winking, he turned and walked away from me. I jumped in my Jeep and, grinning like a maniac, started it up and drove away.

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RE: A long one - 5/23/2005 5:49:54 AM

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Whoo hoo al three are hot hot hot! more please!

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