Wishes 12

The scene is a happening place. Dark colors cross and mingle as you sit on a stool at the bar sipping a drink. The place is packed, drinks are being slopped and laughter is in the air. The music is too loud for real conversation but you don't care, you aren't looking to engage in the linguistic arts. There are pairings and threesomes scattered around enjoying plenty of kissing and you watch longingly. This is your second drink and you have turned down 2 offers to go somewhere "private". "Private" would be a bathroom stall or a dark corner where your mini skirt could be hiked up and some lucky stud could avail himself of your feminine treasures. That's what you want, a good fuck- hopefully more than one. The fire is burning strongly inside you tonight and the explicit displays of affection are adding fuel to the heat.

A tall, pale red-headed man and his two friends wind their way towards you. He gives you a raised eyebrow and you give him an appraising look and then check out his two pals. He is good looking, a chiseled face, wearing tight jeans and black tank top. As he gets closer you can make out the clusters of freckles covering his face and arms. You cross your legs slowly flashing him a generous view of your upper thighs, the air hitting your bald pussy makes it tingle all the more and you clamp your legs tightly to control yourself.

"He could be the one tonight", you think to yourself. And as you are about to wave him closer, a dark shape blocks his path. You are expecting it to move but it doesn't and you look up annoyed at having your view blocked. The face that peers at you is tanned, arrogant, and full of confidence. The man is wearing a dark turtle neck shirt that could be spandex. It outlines his magnificent pectoral muscles, broad shoulders, and flat, tapered waistline. You clench unconsciously, this man has an instant power over you just by staring into your eyes. His eyes are a deep blue color, offset by dark hair and long side burns. His voice is deep and melodic, the moment he speaks you can feel your pussy starting to moisten.

"Dave."

"Rita," you gush.

"Dance!" It is more of a command than a question, and you follow him onto the packed dance floor. The beat of the music pounds through the floor, making your breastbone vibrate, compelling your body to gyrate to it. Dave is full of energy but he controls his movements with a grace that belies his size. His broad six foot frame towers over you and he offers his hand as he starts to lead you into spins that should not have been possible in such short space. There is a strong sexual energy on the floor, the limited space is forcing incidental and a lot of intentional contact. You don't mind, the vibration, movement and heat has your body and mind in sync with the musically driven crowd. Dave spins you around and draws you into him so that your back is rubbing against his chest. He holds you close to him and you dance as one. Your pussy is moist with anticipation and you feel the hardness of his cock growing into your back. One hand slides under your skirt, between your thighs and to your willing sex. You open your thighs and welcome his probing fingers into your pussy. Most men would be happy to play with your clit, and get some surreptitious touches, not Dave. He drives his fingers deep inside you, filling you. Despite the heat you shudder, welcoming his digits as he starts sliding them in and out of you.

"Cum on my hand Rita," he growls. You can't speak, you just swallow hard and mew. He is fucking you hard and you don't care what people see or think, you have one thing on your mind- to give Dave what he wishes. You don't last long, you have been simmering away all night long, and you welcome the familiar waves of pleasure as your pussy starts spasming. He drives his fingers deep and presses against you hard. You are shaking more than dancing, head tilted back in ecstasy as you cum violently against him. You revel in the sensations overtaking your body, and then feel a strong sense of loss as he removes his soaked hand from your pussy. He propels you quickly off the dance floor into the men's room supporting your weight, your weakened knees are not up to the task. You head is in a haze. You hear the clank of the stall door closing and collapse onto the toilet facing him. He unzips his pants and pulls out his erect penis. The head is an angry purple, the veins line his magnificent throbbing member. There is no doubt in your mind what is called for. You love cock. You want this cock in your mouth.

Before you can move, he places his hands on either side of your head and pulls it towards the cock. You open your mouth involuntarily and taste the salty residue of his pre-cum as it slips deeper into your mouth. You suck hard on the head and Dave grunts with pleasure. The cock is filling your mouth, but Dave wants more. You open wider and his cock slides down your throat. Your eyes water as you control your gag reflex as he goes deeper until your feel his balls against your lips. His hands clasp you tightly as he starts fucking your throat. Tears stream down your face as you try to retain what little control you have left. He fucks harder and harder, his cock bruising your throat. He does not care. The veins in his head are bulging, his eyes are closed as he drives to the ultimate climax. And then he goes deep one more time and his peaty flavored cum coats your throat. He groans and moans and holds your head tight for over a minute as he thrusts his way through the climax.

You feel his cock start to shrink and he pulls out and deftly places it back into his pants. His arrogant face, leans close to you. His hand returns to your cheek and strokes it gently. You can smell his peppermint breath on your lips as he murmurs:

"Meter-maid Rita. I hope to see you here again." The door clanks open and he walks out. Your skirt is hiked above your waist and your legs are open wide showing your soaking pussy to anyone walking past. You push the door shut and wipe yourself quickly. After a quick re-arrangement of your hair you walk out of the bathroom. No one stares. No one cares. You find another stool, order a drink and take stock. Dave is nowhere to be found and the music is pounding away. Your orgasm on the dance floor was as good as any you have felt recently. The way Dave held your head and drove his cock down your throat re-awakened the tingle between your legs. It was primal, urgent and turned you inside out. Now there was a man who knew how to use a woman! You long for more of him, you want his strong hands on your hips, his thick cock thrusting inside your willing pussy.

The evening winds up. You have 3 more drinks. Three more come-ons but no one remotely close to Dave. After Dave you need someone who will take you and drive away that growing feeling between your legs. You could go home and help yourself with one of your toys, but that won't suffice. Vibration is nice but you want to be pounded. It is getting late and with a sigh you get up from your seat and make your way to the door. The scent of perfume, cologne, sex and beer leaves your nostrils to be replaced by the crisp freshness of the late night air. You stumble slightly and frown, the drinks had more of an effect than you thought. You turn right and head down the street. You are parked a block away. At the end of the block you realize that you have turned the wrong way. You turn around and can hear the faint sounds of music and laughter coming from the bar. You notice 3 men walking towards you at a fast pace. Their intent is clear from the beginning and you turn back to try and catch someone's attention. You walk away faster, but the men also walk faster. You turn down a dark side street and start running. The red heels impede you but you dare not stop, maybe the men will not see you in the dark. Your heart is pounding, you are out of breath. You can hear the inevitable patter of running feet behind you. You have no illusions that they will catch you now. You are a good runner but no match for these men.

The fog in your brain has lifted, you are thinking quickly trying to select the best option and analyzing why you went this way. You KNEW that when you left the bar this was the wrong direction, you heard the men following you before you got too far from the safety of the bar. You body is sweating from the exercise, and your pussy is soaked. You know what you did. You dread what is about to come but you are excited, trembling and breathless as you stumble on.

The events that have transpired so far have followed an unpredictable path in your mind. But in the minds of the three men stalking you it will be a reward for hours of patience. The men were sitting in a dark corner close to the door so they could check out all the girls as they entered the bar. They noticed you right away, all three of them wanted you and were bantered among themselves about who was going to be the "lucky" one. As the tall red headed guy approached you, they thought their chances were done, but to their astonishment you quickly trundled off to the dance floor with dark and tall. Three cocks got painfully hard as they watched you being finger fucked. They enjoyed the show, and were equally surprised by the short trip to the bathroom and your coming out alone. Figuring that you were still looking for more "action" the three men drew lots to attract your attention first.

Wearing tight white jeans and an unbuttoned red shirt, the first candidate was up first. Long flowing blonde hair, golden chains dangling from his throat he sauntered hopefully in your direction. His erection was clearly visible in the tight white pants. The delivery was awkward, the speech clichéd and unimpressive, no interest was garnered and the candidate returned to the table without even buying you drink. As he returned back to the table, #2 set off and saw you cross your legs flashing plenty of upper thigh. #2 had a raging hard on, his baggy pants did little to hide the condition. This was a cock that every women wanted to suck and fuck. Unfortunately, the receding hairline and diminutive stature of #2, meant that you didn't even see his manhood. The sweaty, glistening forehead was a huge turn-off and #2 quickly returned to the table. #3 was so disgusted that he did not even try to approach you. He fed ideas into the head of his friends about how they would wait until you left the club. He was the athlete of the three men- stocky, tall, well built and very black. He is a sexual animal who loves abusing women with his monster sized cock and he is clearly the leader of this pack. They are primed and ready for a hunt.

So as you approached the door and slip out, the men were ready for action. They wanted only one thing- to rape you and teach you a lesson for causing the painful, hard, unrelieved erections all night long. The men catch you. You are lying on the ground nursing a twisted ankle thanks to one of the heels that had given out. The men don't say much. They grab your arms and tear off your black thigh high stockings. They bend you over a railing, spread your arms wide and tie your hands to it. There is a sharp coolness pressing in your back.

"Don't move or this will hurt," a deep voice whispers in your ear. The sharpness follows the line of your spine and you feel your blouse fall away. You are trembling, hoping the man does not reverse the blade to slit you open.

"Personally I don't mind a little blood while I am fucking, what do you think? Should I make you bleed? Should I drive my blade between your ribs and fuck you until you bleed out? You deserve some pain for being such a fucking tease in that bar," the man slaps you across the face. You neck twists and you taste the iron laced liquid from your bloody lip. He hits you again, both cheeks are red now, blood is dripping from your mouth onto the concrete under the railing. You whimper and shudder.

"What do you think boys, do you want to see her bleed more?" he asks. You feel your skirt being torn from your body. The cool knife slices through your bra and your ample breasts spill out. The knife blade circles one of your nipples which crinkles in response to the cool air and the hardness of his blade.

"You picked a perfect spot for us. You can scream your head off and no one will hear. We could dissect your body right here and no one will know until Monday when they collect the trash," he taunts. You hear his zipper slide down. His hands grabs your hips and in one motion he is inside you. His cock drives into you to the hilt and then he starts fucking you. You are gasping for air, the speed of his entry shocks you and catches you by surprise. Before you can get your breath back you feel powerful hands prying your jaws open and a cock enters your mouth for the second time tonight. You are trying hard to breath and also give yourself enough room so your teeth do not graze the sensitive member's skin in your mouth. You feel it expanding as you suck it hungrily and a pair of hands grabs your hair and starts to slam your head down onto the member. Your pussy is tingling and throbbing. It wants to be used and the man behind you is doing just that. He is brutally pounding deeply into your soaking pussy. You can hear his breaths get closer and closer together. All this stimulation is too much, you are cumming, your pussy is spasming again and you close your eyes. You are oblivious to the pounding and to the hands dragging your head up and down like a rag doll. The man behind you groans and you feel his seed coating your insides. The fact that you are not on birth control perversely intensifies your orgasm. The danger of the knife, the life threatening situation, the thought of a rape derived pregnancy makes you crave more. The cool night air hits your pussy as he pulls out and you are filled with regret and longing. You want more.

"You are such a fucking tease, but your cunt is hot!" exclaims the man from behind. "She was cumming like crazy while I drilled her!"

"Time for some more pain I think," says a third voice. "There is nothing better than listening to a hot bitch begging." You feel the cold swish of air on your bare bottom, followed by the dull pain of a belt hitting your cheeks. You want to cry out but your head is controlled by powerful hands intent on mouth fucking you. One wrong twist and it would end badly for you. Another blow is delivered, followed by another and another. The flogger is in a steady rhythm and the dull pain becomes sharper and sharper with each delivery. A steady flow of tears drips onto the cold grey concrete as you try to cope with the cock gagging your throat and the heat burning your sensitive derriere. There is a short break in the beating.

"Oh man, look at that! Beautiful rosy cheeks. But I prefer red roses..." the excitement is growing in his voice. "Twist her nipples while I beat her more..."

In a strange twist of perversity, a softly manicured hand reaches underneath you and starts to roll your nipples until they are hard. You welcome the distraction, and instead of yanking on them hard or biting them, the man gently pulls and tweaks them. You feel the creamy discharge of the first rapist dripping down your leg and combined with the nipple play it spurs on the burning fires of desire. The beating resumes, the kissing leather on your soft skin cracks loudly each time. The man is putting his arm though each stroke, the pain becomes intense and yet you welcome it. There is more and more, eventually turning your skin from pink to a bright flaming red, interspersed with blue and black angry bruises. The hands leave your breasts and your mouth is empty. Your head is left to loll and the cock that was entertaining your mouth plunges into your pussy. You welcome it, and close your eyes as you savor the fullness stretching your insides. It is thick and fills you like you have never experienced before. It goes deeper and deeper until it hits bottom causing you to wince in pain.

"Oh god, surely not?" you think. His cock is pressing hard against your cervix trying to push through the small opening. The pressure builds and builds until you feel an intense pain deep inside. The man does not attempt to pull back. He grunts more and pushes deeper until you can feel his balls touching your pussy lips. You are crying from the pain and you feel rough hands grab your breasts and start to squeeze them brutally. The pain builds up in your chest and then something magical happens. The pain deep inside turns to a dull throb, the cock is fucking you now. This is evil and primal and you feel a massive wave of pleasure wash over you. It is followed by wave after wave so intense that you are oblivious to everything. All you care about is the feeling of that huge rapacious cock inside your uterus. You visualize it squirting cum deep inside you, the waves keep coming. Your pussy is contracting, out of control, orgasm after orgasm, bright, white spots fill your vision as you will the abusive battering deep inside you to continue.

You barely notice another cock sliding into your mouth. No hand grabs you, but you suck it willingly, you want to be a whore for these men. The intense contractions are more than the cock can resist and you feel the man cumming. He is louder than you. Panting hard, praising God, you feel his seed splatter against your deepest places. He presses hard for what seems like an eternity and then his cock pulls out. You are still cumming, you ignore the pain of his retraction. Your pussy lips are coated white from the sexual cocktail and flared open from the intense activity. Framed by the bright red, rosy cheeks it paints a beautifully explicit picture than would have turned you on even more if you could have seen it.

The cock leaves your mouth and you feel it enter you from behind. After the two other large cocks it is disappointingly small. You feel the man thrust 3 or 4 times and then he grunts. He cums quickly, but you don't care. You are still feeling the after effects of the previous occupants. Your eyes are closed. You hear the click of feet fading in the distance. The coolness of the evening asserts itself against your naked body making you shiver even though you hot. You have never cum for so hard or for so long. A sense of calm and peace that has not been with you for a long time fills your soul. I guess you did get what you wished for after all.