Chapter 1
"I ... I shouldn't be doing this," Janice said, smoothing down her hair and looking around the livingroom nervously. It was so stupid, letting herself getting picked up this way! She had a teenaged daughter at home, more than enough to worry about.
And here she was with a complete stranger, someone who had picked her up at that sleazy bar she and her good friend Martha had gone to. Janice Weatherby, you're in trouble, she thought to herself, staring at the handsome, thick-muscled man standing in front of her. He obviously had invited her to his apartment for more than just a drink.
"It's natural, Jan. You don't mind me calling you Jan, do you?" he said, his eyes undressing her. Janice felt her cunt grow hot and tight and swampy while a strange electric-like feeling sparked up and down her inner thighs. It had been oh so long since she'd felt this way.
After Brad, her husband, had been killed in that auto accident, Janice swore she'd never fuck another man. She had a young daughter to raise properly. It would be an effort, she knew, and her early fears were being borne out-Linda was turning out to be something of a wild girl, having a will of her own.
"But ... well, I guess a drink won't hurt," she said, sighing and throwing her sweater over the couch.
It was a pleasant bachelor apartment-small, plain, yet comfortable. She leaned against the back of the sofa, watching the handsome stud slip behind the bar and pour two vodka-and-tonics. Her eyes traveled slowly along one wall to a half opened door. She could just barely make out a turned-down bed. Her heart stopped, then started again. Obviously this man-oh, God, what was his name?-had prepared to bed down someone before leaving home for the Golden Dragon. "Here," he said, stretching out his hand.
She stepped around the bar and took the drink, feeling like a fraud. Did she really want to fuck someone tonight? If not, why had she let Martha talk her into going to that pick-up joint? Surely, her friend would pump her with questions the following day. She saw that knowing smirk cross Martha's lips when she waltzed out of the bar with ... oh yes, his name was Jack Harrington. Thank God she remembered it!
"You go down there often?" Jack said, taking a sip, then putting down the glass.
God, she was nervous. There was an air of expectation hanging thickly between them. Her fingers turned to ice, trembling, making the glass vibrate slightly in her hand. Steady, steady, Janice cautioned herself, lowering her eyes and concentrating on his question. Small talk. That's all it was. All she had to do was keep the subject off fucking and bed and she'd be all right. Surely he'd guess after a while she just wasn't interested in fucking around.
"No, my first time," she panted, surprised at how low her voice had become. Glancing quickly up at Jack, she saw he had noticed her nervousness.
"Thought I hadn't seen you there," he said, his black eyes glittering like those of a wild man. That's what had attracted her to him. He looked savage, like some half-crazed Russian Cossack just down from the mountains for a spree of rape and pillage. Those dark eyes, bushy eyebrows that nearly met above the bridge of his nose, his high cheekbones, the black, well-trimmed moustache and beard that met at the corners of his wide, sensuous mouth-all his features combined to make him look like the brute she'd always fantasized about.
"My friend . . . Martha, uh, well, she took me there. I guess I haven't been out much."
She sounded so stupid, like a retard. Well, he wasn't interested in brillian intellectual wit, she could tell that. Her hand was trembling more violently. How long had it been since she'd been really fucked? The question made her heart skip a beat. Her pussy convulsed shut on nothing. Years, many, many years! Nearly ten years since a man had fucked her. How could she have gone that long without ... without letting herself go like she had tonight?
"It's good you're not a regular there," he said, setting his glass down after taking a long drink, emptying the glass.
"Oh?" Janice asked, arching her eyebrows and noticing the thick roll of cockmeat pressing up against his trousers. Was he hard? Was he going to make a pass now, push her through the bedroom door and throw her onto the bed? The possibility made her tremble. Her cunt was soft, hot, dripping with juice, bursting apart at the seams!
"Yeah. Women who go there all the time get 'used up' a little, if you know what I mean."
He narrowed his eyes, breathing more irregularly while staring hotly at her. Janice could hardly draw in a breath, her chest was so tight.
"I think I do," she said, her voice trembling even more than before.
Janice felt chills sweep over her body. He came around the counter, smiling cockily while that bulge in his pants tented up the material around his fly. Didn't he wear underwear? Of course not. One of the things that had attracted her to him back at the bar was the swinging of his big, thick cock against the material of his loose-fitting trousers. She was such a slut!
"Why don't we sit down?" he suggested, his voice as breathless as hers.
Janice turned her back to him, feeling riveted to the spot. She felt his warm breath caressing the back of her neck as he moved behind her. How would she react? She waited, expecting to feel a tongue being shoved into her ear. That was how her late husband Brad used to begin their fantastic love-making sessions, sessions she had sorely missed these long, long sexless years!
"You know, I think we can have a good time ... a real good time," he murmured.
The words made her heart stop again. She knew they had crossed a bridge now. He had made a definite pass, one she had to respond to. Should she tell him off, pick up her sweater and walk out the door?
"I don't know ... I don't know," she said, moving forward a little.
Her body was betraying her. The tips of her tits were so hard, they were about to come through her brassiere. Her pussy was tightening, relaxing, moving as if her cunt had a will of its own. The full, bloated, flexible pussylips curled and trembled while her clit hardened and popped to the slick surface. She whirled around to face the big man behind her. Jack was smiling more broadly as if he knew exactly what was going on in her mind and body.
"Sure you do," he said, taking the drink from her hand and setting it on the end table.
Janice felt the room whirling around her. He was nearly on top of her. His right hand was slipping around her waist, drawing her up to him. It was all she feared would happen, all she wished would happen.
"I . . . I'm not that kind of woman," Janice moaned, her eyes flashing over his body. He was stocky, his chest so thick and powerful that he looked like a wrestler. He was young, virile, excited, handsome. Her pussy spasmed when she thought about what he was going to do.
"Then what's on your mind right now-reading, telling jokes?" he whispered, bending down and flicking his tongue in her ear.
Janice closed her eyes and fought back a moan. Her body was alive to the slightest touch. She felt like a young woman again, a teenager who was experiencing her first sex encounter. His touch was mind-blowing, something that made the room whirl around dizzily. And when she felt his ironhard prick brushing against the furry cunt mound between her legs, Janice thought she was going to die. Fucking was something she'd been wanting to do all these years, something she ran from. Now she wanted to fuck with all her heart and soul and pussy! Janice didn't stop to think about her daughter, about all the problems awaiting her at home when she returned later. No. The only thing that counted right now was this exciting man and what he was going to do to her in the sack. "MMMMM!" she moaned.
Janice struggled against his tongue as it forced its way into her mouth. He was Frenching her while his hands worked down, down, gathering her short dress up, then sliding around the naked skin at the edge of her panties.
"Yeah, yeah, come on, honey, you want me to fuck you, don't you? You came up here to have a little cockwork done to your pussy, right, baby? Yeah, you need a fucking real bad."
The words burned into her brain. He was talking filthy, his voice taking on a surprisingly hard edge. But how she loved it, needed it! She responded violently, clawing at his back, pressing one thigh between his legs and rubbing back and forth, feeling his body tremble at that movement.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, wiggling two fingers under the hem of her briefs. As his fingers rubbed over her silky flesh, Janice started moaning, low and deep. Sweet cunt juice seeped out of her pussy, wetting her panties.
"I ... I don't want to go any further," she said, lying between her teeth.
Jack pulled back and laughed softly, then dropped his head down again and kissed her passionately. As their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Janice could feel eight inches of hot, throbbing cockmeat pressing against her cunt again. She wondered how she would feel having his huge prick fucking in and out of her pussy. It had been such a long, long time. She was clutching the big man desperately now, holding onto him as if she might lose him.
"Come on. I'm not gonna fuck you standing up," Jack said, gathering her up in his arms and carrying her through the doorway.
The woman caught half-glimpses of what was happening around her. She rolled her head from side to side, seeing a dresser here, the bed there, several mirrors placed in odd positions. She didn't notice anything irregular at the moment as he laid her on the bed, then stepped back and started undressing. His chest was as muscular as she had imagined it would be earlier that evening! A thick body of fur coated his tanned flesh, narrowing into a vee just at his navel and going down to his cock.
Janice wormed up a little on the bed, resting her head on one crumpled pillow, working the backs of her legs sensuously over the covers as Jack unbuckled his trousers and slipped them down. His eight-inch cunt-splitter of a cock spilled out, sticking straight out and pointing at her. Janice let out a little gasp, instinctively putting one hand protectively to her throat as she stared at his fat, thicklyveined prick. A set of leathery, hairy, low-hanging balls complemented his cock.
"Dig it, eh?"
His voice was harder, almost threatening now. Janice wrinkled her forehead, her eyes widening as she picked up dangerous vibes radiating from the towering man in front of her.
"I ... ughhh . . ."
She didn't know what to say. Was telling him she admired his body going too far? It made her blush to think of what the sight of his body was doing to her. She lay there stupidly, staring at his big prick while her body quivered with excitement.
"Come on, bitch, come on!" he said impatiently, putting his hands on his hips and sneering at her.
Bitch? What on earth was he talking about? She sat up on the bed, her eyes wide with indignation as the word still echoed in her mind. The earlier soft glow of sexual excitement dissipated at the sound of that filthy word.
"I'm getting out of here," Janice said, slipping her legs over the side of the bed and starting to get up.
"No, you're not. You came up here for a good hot fucking and that's what you're gonna get. You can't tease my cock then walk away as if nothing's happened," Jack said.
He stepped around to the side of the bed, shoving her down violently as she started to rise from the mattress. Janice let out a grunt as her body bounced on the groaning bed. Fear knifed through her now as she stared up at the man. He was a pervert, some kind of kink. And she was trapped in his bedroom. Her gaze raced around the room. Mirrors, several of them, were turned on the bed. She saw her terror-stricken eyes, her body exposed by her hitched-up dress. And there were several trunks close by the bed. God only knows what he kept in them. Janice didn't want to find out.
Jack didn't say a word. His silence terrified her. The woman kept staring at his cock, wondering just how brutal he could fuck with his prick. His cock looked awfully formidable. For the first time in a long time, Janice felt real fear. The skin along her thighs, in the valley between her tits, and along her taint crawled. As Jack took a step forward, she slipped back on the bed. The lamp on one end table caught his face and upper torso. The sweat on his chest and face glistened. He was enjoying this immensely, she could tell! His forehead wrinkled, and the skin around his dark eyes tightened.
"You want something like this, you Goddamned cunt, you fuckin' whore! You wouldn't 've gone to the Golden Dragon unless you wanted to get fucked ... I mean really reamed out by a cock like mine," Jack whispered tightly. He curled his fingers around his prick and jacked his cock back and forth. She saw his cock start to glisten and knew he was oozing pre-cum freely. What was so strange about this was that she really was getting
excited, looking forward in a way to getting roughly fucked by him. At times, she and her late husband Brad would play S&M games. But they were only games, playing at what apparently was now the real thing. How she enjoyed fucking when he bound her arms and legs together with her panty hose. God only knows what this pervert was going to do with her!
"No, no, I didn't. I just wanted some company. I've been alone, oh, so alone . . ."
Her voice trailed off into nothingness. Her words sounded so stupid. She leaned back, propping her torso up on her elbows while she stared silently, in terror, at the big stud. His legs were brushing against the side of the bed now, his prick was casting a shadow over the sheets, crossing her ankles. There was no place to run. Panic rushed into her brain. Once again Janice jumped up, trying to slip past him.
"Back down, you fuckin' bitch!" he said gruffly.
He laid a heavy palm on her shoulders and pushed her back violently. The mattress squeaked and groaned while the headboard pounded loudly against the wall, cracking some of the plaster. She sucked in a deep breath, afraid of the man.
"Don't hurt me!" she wailed, covering her face protectively.
"I won't hurt you . . . too much," Jack said, smirking down at her. "Sit up."
Janice hesitated. Jack's smirk turned quickly to a frown, his face darkening when she didn't obey him immediately. He reached down, grabbing her, filling his palm with her blonde hair that curled around his fingers. He jerked her up, snapping her head forward so hard that Janice thought for a moment he had broken her neck. He was holding her by the hair with both hands now, shoving her nose against his hairy belly. She could smell the odor of a real man, feel his flesh pressing against her flesh, feel his body hairs tickling her nostrils. His odor triggered her pussy into high heat. The woman felt her cunt walls tremble, then buckle inward while her pussylips swelled and folded over one another.
"You're gonna do what I fuckin' want you to!" he shouted. "Understand?"
This was insane! Things like this just didn't happen. Then the woman thought about all the headlines she'd been reading-stories about women being kidnapped by-men or gangs of men just for the hell of it, being dragged off into some motel or deserted apartment building and being gang-banged. At other times they were beaten severely, tortured for hours before being let go-if they were let go at all. She had lucked out, finding such a pervert. And now there was nothing she could do but go along and pray to God that the session would be short.
"Bitch!"
He flung her back on the bed, wiping his hands on his thick-muscled thighs. Janice tensed, seeing him raise his hand like he was going to hit her. While she lay cringing on the bed, he advanced, kneeling on the mattress between her widely splayed knees.
"Fuckin' cunts! All of you come 'to those fuckin' bars and parade your asses around, making cocks good and hard. Then you don't wanna fuck. Well, baby, I'm gonna pay you back in spades for all that kinda fuckin' shit," he growled.
He was insane! Janice trembled, her face bleaching white with terror as she saw the crazy glow in his black eyes. She breathed with wheezing sounds through her opened mouth as his lips pulled back across his teeth in a mad smile. She tried to flatten herself on the bed just as his hand came down in a broad arc, cutting through the air and aimed straight for her face.
"UGHHHHH!" the woman screamed as her head jerked to the left from the force of that blow. Her hair splashed over her face while her body rolled, then slipped back to her original position. Janice realized with horror that this was going to be a long, long night.