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“Noooo, no, not that. I’ve only done that a few times…I, umm, I…” Allie stopped talking as the man slid his hand under her belly and pulled at the top of her pussy.
“We need to get that little cork to pop if we’re going to fuck like this.”
Pulling her abdomen off the bed, he rested the length of his cock along the split of her ass. The sticky coating from her pussy made it cool and he was hard as steel.
“Nooo, don’t! Just, oh man…it’s been so long.” The personal lines she didn’t cross tore at Allie as she battled her burning thoughts of succumbing to his wants. He’d already had his way with her body, now he wanted to
break down more of the walls she’d built.
Allie looked under her raised chest and saw the dark man lower his cock with his hand and let it rub between the lips of her pussy.
“Got to make sure I’m all lubed up.” With that, he slid back into her pussy.
Allie closed her eyes, feeling filled again, and the continued tugging around her clit made her cream. Her juices stirred with his cock, and she began to moan once more.
“Yeah, oh yeah, yessssss. Mmmmmm, go for it, mmm…” Allie was encouraging him to take her now. The first line was broken.
The feeling of him stroking the firm texture of her clit and the long slow thrusts had her feeling flushed again.
“Damn, baby, you are so fucking hot.” His voice again burned in her head. “Mmm, so tell me how you feel?”
“Oh God, I feel like a woman.” Allie’s reaction was inbred into her reserved life.
“Noooooo, tell me how you want to FEEL…” To add emphasis to his last word, the man slid his finger into her pussy and stretched her wider open as his cock moved side to side.
Allie’s throat clogged with tears and she choked them back. Water beaded up in her eyes and she fell to her elbows. “Make me feel like a whore…”
He had broken her.
Pulling out of her pussy, he rubbed the tip of his wide cock at the opening of her anus and slowly spread her wide. His finger still rubbed small circles over her clit.
Allie reached her arms out like a cat stretching its back. Her fingers were cramped and rigid.
“Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuck.” She began to come again from the pressure inside and her clit popping like a cork on a champagne bottle. His swollen cock penetrated the tight hole. The pain was excruciatingly painful and pleasurable—the line between so thin it could snap at any time.
He had her totally exposed, fully naked, and so wrapped up in her twisted fantasy she became dizzy. His cock, buried to his balls in her ass, caused her body to open up and explode.
His grunting only heightened the flashes of light she saw in her head. Total abandon unfurled and wicked lust took over. Allie was this man’s prey and he was now freely devouring her. Each probing inch thrusting in and out mercilessly fucking until, with a final hammering stroke, she felt him shake and erupt within her. The burning seed from his loins shot like a fire hose releasing its pressure.
To her delight, she believed she had evened the score in a twisted sort of way. On this thought, she passed out, unafraid and uncaring of what boundary he would break through next.
The Peep Show
The row of doors surrounded a peep show where women would dance and do almost anything for their concealed admirers. It was a dark room the size of a closet with a small wooden stool. The floor was sticky and the only light came from a small window on the far wall, not much but enough to show that it obviously hadn’t been mopped in a few days. Or maybe weeks.
Daryl had been away from home for ten years. He was technically “Sergeant Daryl” now, but being wounded in battle had gotten him discharged from his duties. He had decided to come back home to a small town outside of Dallas, Texas.
Things had changed to a point where he didn’t recognize very much, but although the World War had ravaged many towns in Europe, this still had the smell and feel of home for him. Most of the storefronts were now upgraded with lights and shiny new signs.
Mayble’s had been a favorite spot of Daryl’s before he left for Germany. In fact, most men hung out there to try and forget the terror of the looming draft. Mayble’s was a whorehouse and it was still run by the same woman who had run it ten years ago.
She even looked the same. Except her tits now hung to her belly instead of resting near her waistline. Picture Tammy Faye in an early twentieth century costume. Scary—ewwwww.
Anyway, back to the window.
Daryl sat on a stool and peeked through the glass. In front of him was a woman sitting calmly in a chair. She wasn’t naked, didn’t have a phallic-shaped candle or any deformities, like a third eye. If she’d had three breasts he wouldn’t have been surprised because most of the women that worked in Mayble’s peep show weren’t normal.
In his youth, he’d seen a woman and a rooster. Now THAT was a cockfight he couldn’t believe.
