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Just another bitch, you know? No biggie, I do this all the time, almost every weekend. Find some dumb bitch, drag her into the van, or into some bushes, and fuck her. Hard, over and over. And hey, fuck you, it's good fun-find me something else that much fun, that incredibly pleasurable, that I can do for free? If the silly whores didn't want it, they wouldn't be out where I can nail them. Stick that in your fucking pipe and smoke it.
I'm an equal opportunity rapist. Every bitch has something to offer, something that makes them worth the effort. The thin, leggy whores are angry, indignant, like how dare I? I love that, love to beat it out of them, face fuck it out of them. Ram my cock up their pristine asses and make them bleed. The fat girls, the dumpy ones, they're great, too. Stunned, unable to believe that anyone would rape them. They're usually virgins, love to hear them squeal as I grind my tool in, tear them wide. The little high school prick teases, they're great-little bitches, strut around pretending they're putting out. Well, they put out for me-I keep them the longest, days sometimes, just fucking them over and over, in their mouths, in their asses, up those tight little cunts. Fucked an old one once. Funny, thought she'd be all loose and nasty, but she wasn't-tight as a drum. Fought like a wildcat, too. But I nailed her. Made the bitch cry. It was easy, she reminded my of my mother. Should have seen her face with my cum leaking out the sides of her mouth.
I try to be creative, like taking chances. Raped a cheerleader at a game once-dragged her under the bleachers and ass-raped her while the crowd cheered right above us. My hand clapped over her mouth, my huge cock up her twitching ass. And yeah, it is huge-11 inches, a good three inches thick. Fucker was made to hurt. Who am I to get in its way? Little bitches hands scraping the wood floor, trying to get away, her feet drumming the floor with the pain. And the bucking-that's what makes virgins so much fun. They move. A lot. Like they can't help it, their backs arch, their hips buck and jerk, their tits dance. Sat on her little tits and fucked her face 'til I was hard again, then raped that virgin cunt of hers. Hey, no one dresses like that, short little skirts, flashing those panties, if they don't want it. Tied her, spread wide open, to a bleacher support when I was done. Imagine my surprise when the papers reported she'd been gang raped by a dozen boys. Guess the poor kids found her there and just couldn't help them. Makes me proud.
Raped some little prick tease at the drive-in last summer. No, she wasn't my date. She was in another car, but I could hear her teasing, then refusing the poor slob she was with. Pimply faced kid, no balls. So I gave it to her while he was at the concession stand. Just climbed in, punched her in the face, then fucked her right there in the front seat. From behind, I laid on top and tore in while she squealed into the seat. Makes me hard just thinking of her squirming underneath me. Her face pushed into the upholstery, her hips jumping under me, her tight little pussy constricting, squeezing my tool. And the grunting, horrified scream as I filled her with my thick cum. Told her, too-told her how I'd just gotten her pregnant, how she was going to carry my bastard in her belly. Got out of there just in time-passed her boyfriend on my way back. I hope he fucked her, too.
But my coup, my crowning achievement? A nun. Yeah, that's right, I fucked a nun, raped her good. Pretty thing, had no business being in that business anyway. I hang out by the homeless shelter sometimes, like making the men blow me. Like how humiliating it is for them, love to see them squeeze back the tears as they take my tool in their mouth for ten bucks. And I make them earn it, too, grab them by the hair and fuck their faces so hard their noses bleed. Emasculated shits. What kind of weak, stupid loser would suck cock for ten bucks?
Anyway, the nun. Wasn't hard getting her to the van-just told her I had food and blankets for her homeless charges. She came out, pretty as you please. She wanted vows, no or me. Opened the back door, she leaned in, and I was on her. Didn't even bother closing the door, just hiked up the slut's habit and fucked her right there, bent over into the van. Was ripping into her virgin hole before she could say Sweet Mary Mother of God. And tight, oh, man. Wriggling, squirming under me, letting out these teary little squeals with every thrust. Did we attract attention? Sure, but no one made a move, except to ask for a piece. But I don't share-every hole is mine, I get first shot. After that, what do I care? Took almost two hours to do the Sister up right, spray my loads in every hole. Left her in the hands of her poor homeless folk. So much for charity, Sis.
First time. When was the first time? I was fifteen. Already a big kid, 6 foot even, cock already huge. Didn't mean to rape her-Brian and I went in after practice to tell Ms. Manetti that she had a flat. She was such a whore, so pretty, so sexy, always teasing us. Got to her classroom and there was a gang of guys getting ready to fuck on her. Brian was so horrified. I was so turned on. Fucking bitch, squealing, cock in her mouth, another in her cunt while she squirmed and cried. When they finished, they gave Bri and I our turns. Bri, wimp, went for her cum soaked pussy, but not me-all of me, straight up her asshole. I can still hear her screaming my name, "JOSHHHH, ah, GOD, it HURTS, Josh, P-P-PLEASE!" Oh, yeah. I miss that, you know-hearing some cunt scream my name while I slam into her. We kept her there all night, just fucking her, ramming into her, cumming in her, on her. I'd never thought of rape before that. I never think of anything else now. Every apartment I move into is chosen for the hunting potential, every job chosen for the female co-workers and their accessibility. Thanks, Ms. Manetti. Would love to give you a big, stiff show of appreciation. If I ever find you, whore, going to show you how a MAN does it. I was just a boy then.
My first independent rape. Brian's mom. I was sleeping over, we'd been talking about Ms. Manetti. He was saying how sorry he was, how bad he felt. I'm just nodding, yeah, man, I know, isn't it awful. But I'm getting' hot. Oh, damn, I'm getting hot. And hard, huge, swollen. Brian finally whines himself to sleep, and I go to the next room-his mom's room. She's asleep on her belly, little silk nigh tie hiked up, her legs bare. No art to it-art's a waste of time, I knew that even then. I just pounced, hit her with my full 190 lbs. Pillow over her fucking head before she even knew what was going on. I never said a word, just yanked up the nigh tie, tore off those panties, and jammed my cock up her twat. Full weight on her, slamming into her, one hand holding the pillow, the other under her, pinching, digging into her tits. I could hear her sobbing, screaming, grunting with the force of my thrusts. Ramming into her, faster and faster, then exploding, wave after wave of my hot spunk in her cunt. Filled the bitch well. And then I ran, dashed back into Bri's room, crawled into bed. I could hear her stumbling, crying. I was scared, heart racing, sure she would call the cops. But then I heard the shower, and knew the bitch loved it. She wasn't going to narc me out. Next morning she makes breakfast-can you believe that? Sitting there, red eyed over scrambled eggs. Talk about triumph. I was hooked.
First bitch I didn't know? Tiny little oriental whore working at 7-11. Alone, 2 am. I went in to buy a pack of smokes, then went outside, waited. Followed her home when her shift ended. Grabbed her in her own garage. Oh, she was so small! Wrapped my hand over her mouth and lifted her off the floor, slammed her belly down onto the hood of her car. Her little legs kicking wildly, her hands pulling at my arm, trying to free her mouth, trying to scream. Yanking her pants down, then her panties-white lace thongs, pulled down just far enough for me to fuck her. Forcing my knee between her legs, pushing them apart. Pulling my cock out, pressing, poking, then slamming home as she squealed behind my hand. I could hear her husband, her kids in the kitchen, just a few feet away. Fucked her so hard the car shook. Her grunting and crying, muffled, was incredible. Her hands scraping, searching for anything to use to get me off her, out of her. She managed to grab a windshield wiper, pull it off, tried to hit me with it. Stupid bitch. Yanked it from her hand and fucked her all the harder for it. Exploded inside her, ah, fuck, she was good. And she moaned as my spunk filled her, came running down her little thighs. And then I taught the bitch a lesson-ass fucked her with the wiper. Made the slut bleed. Then fucked her face 'til I was hard again, wiper still sticking out of her ass. Then dragged her back up and threw her on her back across the hood, jammed those sweet, cum soaked panties into her mouth. Grabbing her hips, I slammed into her cunt again, broke that wiper off in her ass with the first plunge. She wasn't even trying to scream anymore, just whining, moaning, grunting with pain as I plundered her, slammed into her with such force she'd gasp with it. Her eyes open wide, stunned, agonized. Damn, she was sweet. Still planning on paying her another visit. Soon.
That isn't even half of them, but those are the ones that stand out. And now? Pregnant whore walking alone in the park across the street. Shitty neighbourhood. She does it every night, like she thinks that big belly will protect her somehow. God, I can taste her, she's just perfect. Stupid doe eyes, big baby filled belly, her tits all huge and milky. So what do you think? Should I just fuck her right there on the path? Drag her into the bushes and take her like a dog? Tie her to a tree and fill her up, leaving her for the others who will surely come along? Or force her into my van, tie her up right, spread wide, helpless? Hmmm . . .
Raped a bitch in the movie theatre once. She came in late, I was sitting in back. Grabbed her as she walked by in the dark, no one noticed. Hand over her mouth, my dick was already out and stiff, waiting. Tore her panties and forced her down on my dick, all 11 inches up her ass as she struggled, writhed on it, fucked me good. Her little legs kicking in vain, her ass clenching, twitching around my meat. She spent most of the movie impaled on my cock, moaning through my hand. I came three times, filling her ass with my jizz. Never pulled out, just let her ass's twitching get me hard again-she got too still I'd reach up and pinch, pull on her nipples, make her jump and squirm on my meat. Thank God for Dolby surround-no one heard a thing. 'Cept me. I heard her, oh, yeah. Felt her tears on my hand, her spit bubbling around the edges as she cried. Left her bleeding on the floor, her little skirt hiked up, showing her pretty, torn ass.
Anyway, the pregnant slut. Going to pull her into the van. Yeah. Just the idea of her tied, elbows together behind her back, under her, legs pulled up and back, tied to the hooks in either wall. Wide open. Ass and cunt pointing up, waiting for my meat, pregnant belly poking up. Yeah. And, oh, she's going to squeal, going to whine that, gosh, she's pregnant, please . . . yeah, should have thought about that before, bitch. Before you teased me. Too late now. Which hole first? Wonder if I could jam my tool down her throat, choke her with it while I fist her. Trying to work out the logistics here. Well, if nothing else I could fill her throat while I fuck her with . . . flashlight. Yeah, my big-ass , long handle flashlight. Plunge that fucker into her twat over and over while she screams around my dick. Fill her mouth with my spunk, feel her struggle to swallow, hear her gag, then pull out in time to splash her face, too. Love to see the humiliation that creates-big eyes looking up, strings of my cum hanging, sticking to her cheeks, her chin. Then hurt her a little, make her scream me hard again. Nothing gets me stiff like a whore squealing in pain. And then I'll fuck her ass. Watch that pregnant belly of hers jump while I slam my meat in, tear her asshole wide. I'll bite her tits, taste milk while I rape her bowels. Fill her with my hot jizz. Then rape her mouth again, get me hard one more time so I can fuck that pussy of hers, shake her, make her scream as I pound my cock into her. And then? Well, we'll take a drive, and maybe I'll decide I want to do it all over again. Love driving around with a bitch strung up in the back, spread wide and dripping with my cum. I smile at people, wave. Makes me hot. Makes me want to fuck them all over again. And again.
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Damn! Another night at Wally world, stocking shelves, and a Saturday night at that! Saturday! I should be out partying, drinking a bit, getting a good buzz and finding a guy to take home to play with.... but oh well we do what we have to to pay the bills. And for me that meant stocking shelves every friday & saturday night for the past 7 months. 7 months of no parties, no sex, no life!
I clocked in and went to my area, HBA, health and beauty aids. Looking at the 11 pallets of stock I just wanted to turn around and leave. "hey sunshine, looks like you've got your work cut out for you tonight" I turned to face Duane, my manager, he could be such a dick sometimes. "s'ok" I answered him, "I'll have this knocked out by lunch and you'll have to find me 11 more" There was something about him that made me always give him a smart ass answer, I guess he figured I hated him, wouldn't he be surprised if he knew the truth? Something about Duane that really turned me on, maybe it was those baby blue eyes that could look down into your very soul. Maybe it was the fact that he could be a dick, I always did like those take charge kind of guys. Then again maybe it was just the fact I hadn't gotten laid in 7 months!
The night went by slowly, with me & the other associates trading jabs with each other and duane. We talked about what we'd rather be doing instead of being at work on a saturday night. Most everyone agreed they'd rather be drinkin, smokin or screwing, I wonder if they're all as deprived as myself?
By 3 am I had worked my stock down to 3 pallets of overstock and since we had no overstock space in HBA I had to take them out to the trailer. I paged duane and asked him to unlock it for me. I had pulled out the first one when he came out, He turned the lock and let me in, "you all right out here by yourself?" he asked "shit duane, the only one that scares me is you and you have to go back in" I said with a grin. "yeah ok, I'll check on you at 7 if you don't come back" yup he could be a dick sometimes. I'll be damned if I was going to let him know how much I hated going to the trailers. They were set back from the store, rather secluded and of course no lights. We had lanterns from sporting goods in each one, they threw out a bout a 2 foot radius of light.
I set about bringing out the other pallets and getting my stock on the trailer. I was carrying it all to the back so that I could work my way out easily. We had to share this trailer with hardware and thier stuff was just thrown half hazzardly on the right side. I was about 45 minutes into it when my lantern went out and I couldn't see a thing! Damn it! I headed towards the front to shake it throw it or whatever I had to do to make it light again when someone grabbed me and clamped a hand over my mouth!
MMMMmph, I kicked at my attacker and tried to punch but he had a hold on me I couldn't break. "shhhhhhhhhh" something was shoved in my mouth and tied behind my head, now he had both arms to hold me and I knew I couldn't break free. He must have picked up some rope from the hardware side of the trailer because he preceded to tie my wrists, I was pushed down on a pile of boxes, he then tied each wrist seperately to each side of the trailer, I pulled and twisted but to no avail, I was at his mercy. His hands were all over me, I tried kicking but he blocked most of them, then his hands moved down to my waist and he undid my zipper. I struggled and kicked untill I felt a razor on my neck and a voice whispered "we can do this the easy way, or I can cut them off you and hope I don't slip" I let him take my jeans off, he moved my ass to the edge of the boxes and then tied my legs to each side so I was wide open, even with my panties still on I felt so exposed!
He ran his hands up under my shirt, and squeezed my nipples, and god help me it had been so long since I'd felt a mans touch it actually felt good! But that was crazy, I didn't know this man, it most likely was one of those damn homeless winos that lived in the woods out back! At that thought I began to struggle again, it seemed to turn him on even more and his hands moved down to my panties, he slipped a hand in and started rubbing my ass, then around front where he played in my hair for a moment before slidind a finger up and down my slit, his other hand came around with the blade and cut my underware from me. At the same time he slipped a finger in my hole, he whispered" you like that, don't you, you little slut" Although it was a whisper I heard something familiar in the voice and I strained to see but it was no use it was still pitch dark out here. Somehow it was even worse that it was someone I knew degrading me like this, especially when I didn't know who. Maybe Rodney, The unloader who was always trying to get me to go out with him? Or that freak ricardo who took every opportunity he could to touch me? Or maybe my ex, johnny? He knew my schedule and may have just been waiting back here knowing I'd have to go to the trailers??? No it wasn't Johnny, I know his touch and this wasn't him, johnny had mamas boys hands, these hands were rough, a workers hands and they were.....oh jesus they were good.
No I couldn't let myself enjoy this, I was being raped for crists sake! But he had found my spot and was rubbing my clit, I couldn't help it, I had been so horny for so long! and here was this man, rubbing my clit and nuzzling into my neck with his facial hair scratching me, facial hair? then it couldn't be rodney or ricardo? oh god! he started pumping me with his finger and alternating between my tits & clit with his other hand. I could feel myself building up but as much as I had been wanting the release I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
Luckily he pulled out and I was saved from that shame. he continued to carress my body and whispered "so my little slut needs more then a finger for satisfaction huh? For a moment there were no hands on my body and then I heard the zipper, oh my god, what I had been craving I was about to get and I still didn't know from who.
Being positioned on the boxes like I was, I was the perfect hieght for him to stand between my open thighs, I felt his cockhead touch my pussylips and it sent a shiver through me, he laughed at that, His hand came up and touched my face, "don't worry, I'll be gentle" he whispered with a chuckle. I felt him press into me and he ran his hand down my body and grasped my hips, he pushed his shaft slowly into me, not far, and pulled back out, and again, then with one hard and fast thrust he entered me deeply. The pain rushed through my body but with it was a pleasure, a pleasure I hadn't known in so long!
He continued, pulling almost completely out and thrusting back in. I tried to fight what I knew was coming but finally gave in and went with it, every time he thrust I threw my hips back up to meet him, I wanted him deeper, I wanted him so deep it hurt. because that hurt was sooooo good! "Come with me" he said I let myself go and felt wave after wave wash over me, I knew I was bucking uncontrollably underneath him, but he was riding it, I felt his hot cum fill me, I through my head side to side, from the darkness of the trailer to the beginnings of light filtering in from outside. Light? I tried to see him but I was caught up in the orgasm of my life and as I came back down I looked up into the face of.....duane???
He was wiped out as I was and collapsed on top of me, he lifted his head and looked me straight in the eye and said "I try to take care of my employees and give them what they need" He stood up, put his pants on, cut the ropes that bound me and said "see you inside"
I waited a bit before going in, I was still dumbfounded, and I wondered if any of the other employees had noticed us missing. God what if they knew what was going on, what if I went in and they all knew??? I untied the roped around my wrists and ankles and put my pants back on, no help for the panties, I tossed them in the woods. I finished putting my stock away, by that time it was 7, time to go, thank god by the time I locked up and got inside the others should be gone. I walked back in and headed for the time clock.
Who should I run into but Duane and the day manager Mike. Duane gave me one of his grins and asked "see you next friday?" I don't know" I said " I need to discuss something with Mike first" A look of fear crossed duanes face. I turned to Mike "Mike, whats the cances of getting some overtime the next few weeks? Let me know ok" I gave duane a wink and walked out. |
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