Rachel Westin had always done the right things. She never gave her parents any trouble. She excelled in school, went on to college and became a teacher. She had a list in her head of how she wanted her life to go and so far everything was right on schedule.
Currently she was working as an English teacher at a private academy for young men. She taught upper classmen and enjoyed her work. Although she was quite attractive, she dressed conservatively. This was her first year teaching and she was still excited to get up every morning and go to work.
Her only flaw, as far as she could tell, was that she had a very high sex drive. She tried very hard to suppress it, but usually about once a month she would get so horny that she would drive to a town about an hour away. Once there she would choose a bar, have a few drinks, and pick up a random guy. She would take him to a motel and for the next few hours she would become a cumslut. She licked, sucked and fucked her way into a sex coma. Once she came out of it she would get rid of the guy, giving him a fake name and number. She'd been doing this since her college days. Always in another town. No one ever knew that prim and proper Rachel was, in reality, a sex pot.
One weekend after spending several hours grading essays, she felt the need bubbling up inside her. She tried to ignore it, but it became the only thing she could think about. A nice, hard cock in her pussy. She couldn't concentrate anymore. She found herself stroking her clit through her panties. She was already wet.
She was wearing a pair of jeans, a light blue tank top with no bra and a short sleeved denim shirt. She went into the bathroom and added some eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. She shook her hair loose around her face. Now she was ready. She grabbed her purse and keys and set off. She drove two towns over and saw that a new bar had opened and decided to try it out.
There was a row of bikes parked outside the bar. Bikers really made her horny. She took off the denim shirt and left it in the car. As she walked in she stopped for a moment to let her eyes adjust and someone whistled. She just smiled and moved to the bar. She ordered a drink and looked around. There were about twenty other people there.
A large man in a leather vest walked up to her and asked if she wanted to shoot some pool. She politely declined and looking disappointed he walked away. She had spotted what she was looking for. A man sitting by himself, well built, focused on his beer. She stared at him willing him to look up at her. When he finally did he raised his eyebrows in a silent question. She got off the barstool and went to his table.
"May I sit down?" She asked.
"I don't care."
"What's your name?"
"Tony" His reply was short.
"I'm Melanie." Rachel said.
"You wanna fuck?"
"What?" Rachel was taken aback.
"Look, whatever your name is, you came here looking for some action. Do you want it or don't you?"
"Well, yes I do."
"Then let's skip the bullshit. You got a room?"
"Yes."
"Let's go." He stood up from the table and threw down a few bills.
Rachel wasn't quite sure what the protocol for this was. Normally, there would be eye contact, then flirting, then an invitation. This guy skipped right to the good part. She actually had butterflies in her stomach.
They walked back out into the sunlight. Tony went to his bike. "Get on."
She had never ridden on a motorcycle before, so she had a little trouble swinging her leg over. Once she was on he asked what motel and she told him. He took off with her grabbing his waist and pressing up against his back. Scared at first, she slowly relaxed. Her knees were spread on either side of his hips and her nipples were hard against his back. She was really turned on.
He pulled up in front of her room at the motel. She got off the bike and went to the door. She got it open and Tony walked past her into the room. He took a seat in the chair and waited for her to come in. Rachel closed the door and turned to Tony.
"What would you like..?"
"I want you to strip and then crawl over to me." There was a hard note in his voice.
"I'm sorry, what?" Rachel was confused.
"You heard me. If you want some of this cock you're going to have to work for it!"
Rachel stood there for a minute, she was usually in control of the situation. She wasn't sure if she liked the role reversal, but her body seemed to be responding to it. She slipped off her shoes, her jeans, her panties and finally the tank top. She looked at Tony.
"Crawl."
Feeling a little foolish she got down on her hands and knees and crawled the short distance over to him. When she got to him she sat on her knees in front of him, her cheeks flushed. While she had been doing as she was told Tony had taken out his cock and was stroking its hardness.
"Suck me." He said.
She was so turned on. She took his cock in her mouth and began swirling her tongue around the head. She felt him take a handful of her hair. He pulled her back and then shoved her down on his cock. All the way to the back of her throat. She gagged. He pulled her back up and shoved her down again.
"Now, stroke it and suck it." He demanded.
Rachel slid her hand up and down the length of him while she sucked on the head. She took her other hand and fondled his balls. She could feel the wetness on her thighs from her dripping pussy.
Tony pulled her back by her hair again, only this time he reached down to her breast and squeezed hard. He pinched the nipple and twisted. The pain almost brought tears to her eyes. Then he slapped her breasts one after the other until they were stinging.
Rachel gasped for breath as the pain and pleasure melded together making her squirm in both agony and ecstasy. He stopped abruptly and pushed her back onto the floor. He finished taking off his clothes. She lay there panting, watching him.
"On your hands and knees!"
She turned over and did as he asked. He grabbed her by the hips and slammed his cock into her soaking pussy. Rachel cried out as he began hammering her cunt. He pushed her face into the carpet. He was fucking her so hard she was getting rug burns on her knees. She came hard, her pussy grasping at his cock.
He pulled his cock out and pushed it against her the brown rosebud of her ass. Rachel had never been fucked there and was not ready. She tried to stop him with words, but he just grabbed her panties and shoved them in her mouth. Rachel was more than a little scared.
She felt the head of his cock against her sphincter and tried to relax the muscle, but Tony wasn't being gentle about it. He spit on the head of his cock and resumed pushing his way into her ass. It burned and hurt. She tried to crawl away, but his strong hands held her hips up and he inched his way in. This was not what she had intended.
Once he was in he began to fuck her ass. Long slow strokes. He filled her completely and then withdrew. He began to go faster. Rachel knew she was in for it. He ravaged her ass. She felt him get harder and then felt the hot jets of cum shooting into her bowels. He reached around and rubbed her clit as he came and to her surprise she came too. She spit out her panties as she collapsed on the floor. Her face streaked with tears. She was naked, in a heap, with his cum seeping out of her ass.
She heard him stand and zip up his pants. Then she heard the snapping sound of his phone taking pictures. She flipped over.
"What the hell are you doing?" Rachel demanded
"Collecting my souvenirs." Tony said with a smirk. "It's not every day I get to take a virgin ass!"
"I'm sorry, I don't allow people to take pictures of me." Rachel said.
"I'm sorry" He mimicked her, "You don't have a say in this!"
He picked up his keys and headed for the door. Once there he turned back to look at Rachel, "Thanks for the good time...Rachel."
She felt her stomach clench. How did he know her name? She never used her name. Her wallet was in her car and they had come on his bike. Did he know her? She didn't recognize him, she didn't know any bikers. And he had pictures of her. Dammit!
She got up and looked out the window. He was gone. She went to the bathroom and took a hot shower. She was sore, her ass hurt and she had rug burns on both her knees. How could she have let this happen? She was always in control. This was her game.
Rachel drove back home and tried to concentrate on the essays again, but she kept replaying everything in her mind. He hadn't said very much to her. She had no way of finding out who he was. Maybe if she just forgot about it, it would go away.
Alas, it didn't. Sunday night her phone chirped an incoming message. She casually reached for her phone to check the message. There it was. A picture of her naked on the motel room floor. There was no message. A million things ran through her mind at once. Number one being how did he get her cellphone number? She managed to calm herself down enough to write back
What do you want?
She waited and waited, but there was no reply. She didn't know what kind of game Tony, if that was his real name, was playing, but she didn't like it one bit. She finally went to bed and had a restless sleep until her alarm went off. She was dragging, but she got up and took a shower and got ready for work.
She wore a pair of slacks to cover up her knees and a pale pink blouse. She grabbed the graded essays and headed out the door. There was a white envelope on her windshield with her name on it. She put her things in the car and picked up the envelope. It was sealed with a piece of tape. She opened the envelope and pulled out a picture that made her gasp. It was a close up shot of her ass. You could see the cum dribbling out of it and you could just see her face. There was no mistaking that it was her.
There was a note on the back of the picture:
