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While bank robbery the black gunman rape her In front of all captives

noreply@blogger.com (net work admin) — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 13:41:00 -0800

While bank robbery the black gunman rape her In front of all captives

The blast of cool air that caressed the long-legged young woman's body was a welcome relief in the Southern California September afternoon. For a few seconds, she just stood there, reveling in the coolness. Then, she moved over to one of the customer convenience counters. There were several people in the bank, but she didn't pay any particular attention as she concentrated on filling out her deposit slip.

Finished, she straightened up and had just taken one step toward the line waiting for a teller, when the street door suddenly slammed open with a loud bang.

Billie's shoulder length brown hair whipped around her face as she whirled her head around. She heard a woman scream. Five men, each holding what Billie would always think of as a huge pistol, were fanning out through the bank lobby. Billie's heart leaped into her throat where it beat furiously, choking her.

"Okay, everybody just stay still and keep calm and nobody gets hurt," one of the men shouted. "Everybody into the corner...over there. Move! Now!"

For a second, nothing happened, then the other customers began shuffling toward the corner the man had indicated. The bank employees, herded by a sixth man who had evidently came in another door, flowed out from behind the counters and joined the customers in one frightened mass.

To Billie, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

She couldn't seem to force herself to move at all. There was an old man standing near her, and he too seemed rooted to the spot.

One of the men, wearing a nylon stocking over his face, stomped threateningly toward them. "You heard the man, into that corner. Now, goddamnit!" He shouted at them. His voice thundered in Billie's head, echoing as though they were in a small, empty room. She began to shiver, her stomach whirling..

"Now, now, see here..." The old man began, sputtering.

The gunman brought his hand up, visiously cracking it into the side of the man's head, knocking him to the floor, blood spurting from the side of his head. Billie stared down at his crumpled form, her skin tingling as if her body were electrically charged, every cell awake and tingling.

With the same eerie slowness, the gunman moved closer to Billie. He was black, they all were she realized, and now that he was next to her she saw that he was huge, and muscular. His eyes, even through the veil of the nylon stocking, were cruel and deep. Her shivers deepened into body-whacking trembles.

"That means you too, bitch," he snarled at her. Still she couldn't move, could only stand there, panting. Her nipples were hard, she realized, poking out against her suddenly too tight bra. They ached, feeling like they would burst at any moment. A tiny stream of moisture began to wet her panties. She stared at the man like a bird at a snake.

"Move it, slut," he snapped again, lashing his open palm across her cheek. Stinging pain spread over her face. Her ears echoed with the exciting sound of his palm striking her flesh.

The trickle between her legs became a stream. Tiny whimpering sounds came from her throat. Her eyes, even as she trembled with fear, danced with the flame of the confusing fire raging within her. Gradually the thug began to realize what was happening to the good-looking young girl he was towering over. A big grin began to spread over his face beneath the mask, and he slapped her again, laughing slightly. Around them the noise of breaking glass and spliting wood filled the room as his companions began to smash open cash drawers. Neither of them paid any attention to the noise. Casually, almost contemptuously, the man ran his hands over Billie's body while she stood, whimpering softly. His hands squeezed her breast, hard, and she moaned, swaying toward him, her eyes closing before the wave of passion sweeping over her. His hands went lower, sliding down over her waist, reaching around to cup her buttocks, pulling her to him. His hot breath seared her cheeks and she felt his hard-on burning into her through their clothes. She groaned out loud and he laughed again, suddenly grabbing her arm and twisting it up behind her back.

She cried out at the sudden pain, spinning in his grasp as he cruelly turned her around, twisting the other arm back and holding them both painfully high up between her shoulders.

Sobbing, her arms on the verge of breaking, she stumbled before him as he pushed her toward a table against one wall opposite where the other captives had been herded and were watching. All the way, his phallus was growing in his pants, poking into her rump as he walked her across the floor. As they neared the table, he shifted his grip, holding both her arms with one hand.

With his free hand, he began tearing at her clothes even as he pushed her face down over the table.

Sharp, yelping sounds rose from her throat as her body twisted on the rough wood, her legs spread and her feet dangling inches off the floor. He clawed her skirt up over her waist and ripped at her pantyhose, tearing them to shreds and yanking her skimpy panties from her moist crotch. For an instant she felt cool air caressing her heated sex, and she spread wider arching her hips up, her head rolling and twisting in passion. He smacked his wide, calloused hand down on the upturned, white flesh of her ass. Once, twice, three times he hit her...and she cried out in pain at each blow, her nails clawing the table top, but she never for a moment tried to escape.

Finally, panting, he stopped beating her and fumbled at his fly. She heard the sound of his zipper, seeming to drown out the continuing backdrop of breaking glass and curses. She threw her head up, mouth open, screaming as his hot, hard cock slammed deep into her dripping cunt.

"Oh yes, yes!" She screamed in delirium, pounding the table and throwing her head in neck wrenching circles, her hair swirling around her face.

Flashes of lightening went off in her head. She began to come immediately, filled with the pain/pleasure of his cock head bumping, pounding against the depths of her welcoming sheath.

She couldn't stop cumming. His huge prick filled and streched her pussy. She could feel every inch, every blood filled ridge.

The inner flesh of her hole gripped him, caressing and milking his raging cock, embracing and saluting the brutal ravagement.

The man knotted his fingers in her long brown hair, pulling her harder back against him, forcing her to arch her body more, opening herself even more for his pleasure. The pain in her scalp seemed to intensify the pleasure in her crotch and her body surrounded totally to the flood of sensations leaping and dancing within her.

In her delirium, her hands tore her blouse open and ripped her bra off, freeing her swollen breasts. Now the firm, full mounds rolled beneath her as she writhed, her nipples painfully crushed against the table.

Incredibly, the man's companions had, up until now, been too occupied to pay any attention to what was happening on the table. Only now did one of them, after glancing at his watch look up.

"Okay...let's... Shit! What the...?" He laughed. "Hey man...finish it...Drop your load. Let's get the fuck outta here!"

The man riding Billie quickened his movements. He began to grunt, then cried out. Billie's body bucked, a high-pitched wail rising from deep in her throat as she received his seed.

Hot, steaming semen gushed deep into her hole, bathing the torn tissues within. Her orgasm leaped to new heights as she bucked and tossed on the table, clawing at her breasts.

His movements slowed, then ceased. For a moment he lay drained on top of her twitching body, then, with a sigh, he heaved himself to his feet. His cock slid from her hole with a loud plop, followed by a gush of mingled semen and cunt juice which ran down her legs, dripping onto the floor, in full view of the shocked and numb captives. He swatted her once more across the ass, and then turned, zipping up his fly as he ran to the door with his fellows.

Billie, barely conscious, began to slip off the table, unable to find the strength to arrest her fall. Like an old, discarded sack, her body sagged to the floor, where she lay, a sobbing, moaning heap of satiated flesh.

For a few long moments the room was perfectly still. The unhurt victims seemingly unable to move, frozed in place by the orgasmic scene they had just witnessed. They just stared at Billie. She had fallen with her legs sprayed, her open pussy, oozing semen. Finally, an older woman moved. She went to Billie, crouching down beside her and gently taking the still moaning woman in her arms. As if that had been some kind of signal, the others shook themselves and began to live again.

The police didn't take long to get there, nor did the ambulance they called. It was too late in any case. The thugs were gone, and the old man was already dead. Billie received the news with a loud sob and buried her head in the ample bosom of the old woman, who held her comfortingly.

They took Billie to the hospital emergency room, but, except for the scratches on her breasts which she had inflicted upon herself, she was unhurt. A rape counselor talked to her there, and Billie listened politely, feigning an interest that she didn't feel. After all, she knew she hadn't been raped. She had wanted it...probably, at least at first, more than he did. From the moment she had seen those pistols, she had been excited. And when that man struck the old man, and then slapped her and called her a bitch and a slut...Oh God!

In front of those people...all those people...He beat me, hurt me...and I loved it.

She realized the rape counseler, a big, older woman, had stopped her spiel, and was staring at her kind of funny.

"Uh...I'm...I'm sorry. I really am okay. Please...I'd just like to go home."

"Sure," the woman said, shrugging her shoulders. If Billie didn't need her there were surely others that did.

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And when she sucks him Steve entered his anus from behind

noreply@blogger.com (net work admin) — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 13:40:00 -0800

And when she sucks him Steve entered his anus from behind

One day between classes, I met this girl named Crystal. We started to get to know each other and she asked me if I would like to come over after my last class. I said sure, and that night we were sitting having a couple of drinks when she asked me if I ever went to topless bars. I said I went to them once in a while.

She asked me if I would like her to dance for me since she was an exotic dancer. I quickly agreed, and sensuously, she disrobed down to high heels and a belly chain.

She danced superbly, with verve, and was very sexy.

Never once did her eyes leave mine as she danced noticing the unavoidable bulge in my jeans, she asked if I wanted to open my fly. I said nothing, sitting there in a sweat. I found myself opening my fly and taking out my dick.

She stared at it as she continued to dance. Almost unconsciously, I found myself stroking my rod. She said she liked watching me do myself. Soon she stopped dancing and walked across the room to me and without saying a word, took my cock into her mouth. I have never gotten head anywhere that good!

Just when I was about to come, she grabbed my throbbing tool, expertly, and stopped my orgasm. This exquisite teasing went on for about ten more min. Next she stood me up and began to take off my clothes. Could you believe her friend, Steve walked into the door! Crystal said relax he likes to watch. Steve came over and sat next while Crystal continued to tease my cock. Next I felt Steve's hand rubbing my neck as Crystal continued her sucking. After a few minutes more just as I was ready to come, once more Steve's mouth moved to mine as she continued stroking my pole.

Within a few more minutes, Steve's had replaced hers on my tool and his neck rubbing persisted and felt very good.

He stroked me so well and gently I didn't object.

Crystal whispered in my ear," Just let it happen. You'll love it!" So far, I was. Shortly, Steve's mouth replaced his hand in my lap. I found myself putting my hand on top of his bobbing head as Crystal licked my neck, ears and lips.

Then I was turned over on all fours. Crystal moved behind the couch and lay in front of me. Moaning, she felt for her clit, staring at my eyes all the time. Slowly I felt Steve enter my anus from behind. As he stroked in and out he reached around my waist and continued stroking my cock.

Steve's hand pumped faster and faster. Crystal moaned again very loudly and rolled back and forth on the floor as she came.

The feeling of his ejaculation into my backside touched off my own orgasm. I had never had such an intense one. After a few minutes I regained my composure enough to dress and let myself out. I did, however, promise to return next week. Both Steve and Crystal promised me the best fucking of my life. I don't know exactly what those two have planned for me but whatever it is, I am 100% up for it.

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Abducted by a sorority to rape and frantic humiliation

noreply@blogger.com (net work admin) — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 13:38:00 -0800

Abducted by a sorority to rape and frantic humiliation

I had always been careful not to be conspicuous, but I always wore the scantiest swimming suit of all the men in the pool or at the beach. Even at the beaches of Chicago, most of the guys wore these boxer trunks which reminded me of tennis shorts more than swimming suits. Since I was on the swimming team, and since I did not care to buy an extra pair of trunks, I always did have the smallest swimming suit--although sometimes people would stare at me, I never paid much attention.

Recently, however, most guys have taken to wearing these nylon/lycra trunks, so this summer I sent off to this place in California that sells extremely scanty posing suits for bodybuilders. After they came in the mail, I put them on under my clothes, and started off for my lunch hour at the pool. I had done this a few times, and had felt very exposed while lying under the sun with the girls nearby, but I never expected what happened next.

I had always listened to them talking about their boyfriends and other assorted fraternity and sorority happenings, imagining myself as a part of the activities. I never expected that I would actually become a part of their frantic world. I often had to turn over and let my back get the sun in order to hide my erection, and I had to take special care to wash my new trunks in order to prevent staining.

Here is where it gets interesting. I was walking toward the pool when this car pulls up and a bunch of girls start yelling "THAT'S HIM-GET HIM-

THAT'S THE ONE WE WANT-NOW!" Two big guys get out with knives, and about three of these girls come with them, holding small guns in their hands.

"Get into the car," they said, and I couldn't argue, although I did look for escape routes. I didn't find any.

I was blindfolded and driven around for about one hour. I struggled all the time, but only heard female voices saying things like "He'll be a good one, we'll get a lot out of him!"

I was then led into a large room and strapped to a platform, and there

I was: my ankles and wrists tied, spread-eagled, and facing about 200 to

300 anxious co-eds. I had been abducted by a sorority. And the girls were not only hot and ready, they, were in the mood for what they called fun.

The girl in charge took a microphone and said "Here we have a teacher.

Girls, we really have him!" [A loud cheer, like men at a strip show.]

"What am I given for his shoes?"

The shoes got $5. The socks $6. After each piece of clothing was stripped form me, loud screams rang out from the crowd of nearly uncontrolled women and girls. I suddenly realized that I was the prize in a fund raiser! The shirt got $50. Then came the pants. The bidding was competitive, and meanwhile I tried to escape. The bidding continued for some time, and every few seconds she would prod me with a needle in order to make me squirm more, and this had the result of raising the bidding, screaming, and applause. The girls were frantic, but one finally came up with the top bid. She got to cut off the pants, and I was left wearing only my thin new posing suit.

Then a new wrinkle came into it, one I did not expect at all: "Who would like to bid on the torture?" was the question. I saw electrodes, and they were connected to my chest, thighs, and biceps. With each bid, the money was collected and the voltage was increased. I jolted and throbbed on the stage in front of 300 women.

Then a collar was put on me, an electric one. "What song shall we make him dance to?" was the call. $4,000 was the winning bid, and I was forced to throb and pulsate to the rhythms while the women in the audience screamed and yelled. Each time the music gave a strong beat, I was given a strong jolt, sometimes on my neck, sometimes on my stomach, sometimes on my legs. BOOM, JOLT; BOOM BOOM, JOLT thighs; BOOM, BOOM, NECK STOMACH; and

so it went.

I was exhausted, but the electric shocks made me keep pulsating. Then the shocks stopped, and I was given a rest. The sweat came from every part of my body and began to cool. This caused me to shiver and my muscles trembled. I almost cursed to hours I spent in the gym lifting weights. I wanted to sleep, but as soon as I started to rest, another electric shock would hit my abdominals.

The mistress of ceremonies then did something I didn't expect: "WHO

WILL BID ON THE TRUNKS? THESE LITTLE BITS OF CLOTH? WHO WANTS TO SEE HIM COMPLETELY NAKED? COMPLETELY!?"

The bidding was frantic, and I don't remember the amount. But I was soon naked in front of 300 women, who were screaming and shouting, and I was throbbing to the rhythms of the rock station they hooked up to my body.

"WHO GETS TO PLAY WITH HIS SHAFT?" was the next call. I had no rest while the bidding went on, still vibrating to the rock music. One of the women won, and she came to me. She slowly put her hand on my penis and stroked the under-side of it. She tried every variation possible, and was very slow. I was torn between a desire to escape and a desire to come.

Every time I was about to come, she would stop until my shame and humiliation caused me to loose my erection. She put a cock ring on me, and I found that I no longer lost it despite my embarrassment of being so exposed and dominated in front of 300 women. She continued to play and, after what seemed hours of her squeezing and stroking which caused more muscle tensing on my part, I came. I was then put out into another room and told that I could put my clothes on and continue with my business. Now anytime I walk down a street and see some women coming the other way, I remember that day.

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