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"Louder you little slut!"
"PLEASE....fuck me," I say...as loudly as I am able in my constraint.
"That's a good bitch."
His fingers hook the waist band of my underwear, and he yanks them down hard -- leaving them stretched and cutting into my legs at mid-thigh. I feel his cock pressed up to the opening of my pussy. He slides it between my legs and gets it wet before roughly shoving it deep inside me. I gasp uncontrollably, and begin to cry out but feel the belt tighten and a hand come down hard on my left ass cheek. "I'm warning you little bitch...not a fucking sound."
With one hand on my hip and the other still clenched close to
my neck, he drives his cock into me relentlessly...the same hard, fast, pace...and every time he pushes his whole length inside, it is everything I can do to keep from screaming out. With every thrust I can feel my arousal heightening, and my fingers curl around the lip of the table to steady myself as I feel myself getting off. He feels me climaxing, my cum dripping down the shaft of his dick and onto the crotch of my stretched panties. He fucks me harder and harder and within minutes I can feel his legs stiffen. His breathing intensifies, and grunting, he fills my pussy with sticky, warm ejaculate.
He pulls his cock out and I can feel the pressure release, and then vanish from my neck. He does up his pants and I can hear him re-threading and buckling his belt. I slowly push myself away from the table and hesitantly turn to look at him.
"Remember, channel three if you need anything at all sweetheart," he says with a grin, patting his radio as he leaves the room.
The End.
A Wild Life
Bobbie maneuvered carefully down the dirt road that was rapidly disappearing under the heavy snow fall. Old Ned Hoover had said he saw someone prowling around the bluffs at the back of her property. Sneaking back here at the beginning of what was forecast to be the worst snow storm of the year was not necessarily smart, but she was well prepared for weather and trouble.
Betsy her nearly antique but well maintained Jeep could climb through anything short of an ice age, was kept stocked with enough emergency supplies to handle a natural disaster and the weight of her .44 rode comfortably on her belt.
She wound her way through two switch backs and a hairpin on the old access road in disgust. It was probably the local teens deciding her back 40 was the best place for this years pot crop, and with the new state laws that meant they could seize any property used for drug production everyone had to keep close tabs on their property for fear of losing it.
She hadn't spent an entire career flying all over the world taking wildlife photos to loose her retirement dream to kids growing pot. It wasn't growing season yet, but last year they had started hauling in and hiding supplies on Mary Fords place in the middle of January.
Bobbie turned the last sharp curve and came out at the bottom of the rock bluffs. Parking in the shielding branches of a cedar thicket along side the dirt track she swung down from the Jeeps formidable height.
Just as she rounded the rear of the vehicle to begin checking around for signs of recent activity her cell phone went off. Damned modern technology! It didn't do much good to hide the Jeep when that damned thing was chiming loud enough to echo off the bluff.
"Hello!"
"Hey Bobbie this is Jim Birch down at the bait shop in Green's Valley."
"Hey Jim! What's the problem this time, not another Osprey I hope?"
"No, no, this time it's a screech owl, one of the tourists hit it with a car last night up on Bakers hill and brought it down to Julie. We've had it in a box like you showed us since last night and it seems to be doing fine."
"By fine do you mean capable of flying on home fine or just not bleeding and unconscious? Is it alert and combative or meek and timid?"
"Damned near took my hand off when I opened up the box to check on it this morning."
"OK, that sounds good, did you notice any wing feathers missing and was there any blood at all, at any time?"
"No, never any blood and doesn't seem to be missing any feathers. I would just have turned it loose but Julie said I needed to check with you first. I'd hate for you to have to come way out here in this weather if all is well though."
"Well it sounds to me like it just got a mild concussion last night and has recovered on it's own. This March snow storm has everyone and everything confused. Do you know the general area where it came from?"
"Yeah, she met him in that big bend right in front of George's place. Want me to take him up there and release him?"
"Sure, go ahead and do that, but just to be safe take your welding gloves and a fishing net. I've had more than one look fine and then had to chase it after it couldn't take off on its own. I'd rather do a good exam on it but in this weather I probably wouldn't make it to you and if I did I'd be stuck there till the roads were cleared."
"Don't you worry one bit. I'll set him free and if he doesn't take wing immediately I'll bring him back and take care of him till you can get here safely. You have too many others depending on you to get stuck out here in a snow storm."
"Thanks Jim, you're a big sweetie and let me know later this evening how it went."
As she put her phone away Bobbie heard a tremendous crack followed by a female voice spewing expletives ending in a strangled cry and a loud thump. Out of the corner of her eye she saw and old oak stub on a shelf about halfway up the bluffs fall over then slide down the steep rocky incline lodging itself in a crevice.
