The Pool...

The Pool...

Have you ever been out on a day hot as shit?

Now I'm not talking an average summer day, I'm talking about a day so ablazed, so steamingly hot, that everyone has changed the name of the day from "Monday" or "Tuesday" to "Its-Too-Fuckin-Hot!" Or have one of those smart-ass wanna be weather person tell you "It's not the heat, it's the humidity..." Like anyone really gives a shit which one it is. A day so hot, that walking from one side of the street to the other is a like a chore from hell? A day so hot, no matter what type hair a person has or what type hair style, that by the end of the day everyone's hair looks the same... Hot or Flat or Hot and flat. A day so hot, everyone has the same attitude... "Don't Fuckin Touch Me!" A day so hot, that even the perverts and molesters want to keep their hands to themselves and everyones shirt or blouse has the same two ugly wet stains under each arm...

Have you ever had a day so hot, you knew at dawn, that tonight you would either need an air conditioner or there would be no sleep? Just that constant, sweaty rolling about on the bed, looking for one cool spot and not finding it. Only to eventually drift off into a restless, irritating, fucked-up kind of sleep? Have you ever lived through a day, so damn hot, so damn humid, that even standing in the shade provides no comfort whatsoever and even after taking a cold shower, within 15 minutes your sweaty, sticky and still miserable?

Well, our story starts of during this kind of hot, steaming, sweltering day.

The weather man called it a "scorcher" everyone else called it a day from "hell". The weatherman dubbed it with that name we all hate so much. That two-worded name, that when used, no matter what season it is, Those two words always dredge up fucked up feelings... That... Title, when used, always make the shoulders slump, the heart feel depressed and makes everyone want to stay at home for the rest of the day. You all know those two fuck up words. Both words different and not so bad, but when used when one talks about weather, it's never good. The two words are "record breaker" (God I hate those two words used together) In the winter "record breaker" means too much got-damn snow or too freaking cold... In the Spring it means too much fuckin pollen... In the fall too many gott-damn leaves.

So when the word "record breaker" is used in the Summer, one already knows it's not only going to be hot... But its going to be hot as a mother fucker. Mandy thanked God for the pool. She hated the damn thing, when her husband first built it out back. In her mind, a pool meant higher water bill, expensive maintenance and too many damn neighborhood kids and their hot, sweaty parents infringing on her privacy. So, when her husband insisted pool, she insisted fence around the property and tall trees to boot. He did what she asked but still she hated the damn thing. What she hated the most was because her husband was always away, on some business trip or another, the chore was left to her to keep it cleaned, keep it at the proper PH level, keep the proper amount of Chlorine in it and make sure it looked good for when he did finally bring his ass home.

She bitched but Mandy really didn’t mind too much that her husband travelled a lot, it was his traveling business, that kept a very expensive roof over her head, very fine clothes on her back and a beautiful, red Camaro in the garage with her nick name "Bitch1" on the license plate. Yes, she was lonely, and most times sexually frustrated but she was more materialistic then anything else, so she got too lonely, she entertained herself with girlfriends in the day and if she got too horny, then the internet and a sex-toy at night.

For some, this would not be considered a happy marriage, for women like Mandy, it was just enough. She didn't marry for love, she married for the comfort and the luxury of what good money could pay for. Some would call her a gold digger others might use the word opportunist, but to Mandy that’s the way "a lady" should be. She came from a "well-off" family, she was raised "well-off" and bred to marry a man who was "well-off." As her father would put it, "Love is for Hollywood, the Middle class and the poor." Actually, even after 10 years of marriage, Mandy still could barely stomach her pompous, fool of a husband but he could provide and when he didn't talk, he could screw. So when he wasn't home, she was actually relieved, she didn't have to stroke his ego and if she got hot and horny, she had a toy that didn’t talk back, didn’t need its ass kissed, always provided her with sweet orgasms and the only attention she had to pay it, was to change the batteries.

Even though she could barely stand the man, Mandy didn't fool around on her husband. She was from "good-stock" and ladies of her caliber didn't have mindless "affairs" that also was for the middle class, the poor and unkempt. Women of her status dealt with the pains of sexual-frustration, "That is the price we pay, being of selected and good breeding." As she would tell any of her "rich-bitch" girlfriends who've either considered or have had an affair. "One does not do, certain things.

Today Mandy was glad for the pool. It was far too hot and she needed to cool down. She grew tired of being inside, she wanted to be outdoors. As she rose to the top of the cool water and broke the surface a wondrous smile cross her lips. It felt good... Good to be immersed in the cool liquid, for some reason today, the clear water felt "intimately" succulent, as her naked body knifed through it. It washed lovingly over her 40 D-cup breast, hardening her eye-catching nipples, down over her tight, round ass as glut muscles, moved gracefully back and forth, down her firm stomach as "worked-on" abs constricted and relaxed and between soft milky white legs, putting an excellent chill, in a very hot spot. The feeling of the cool water became so intoxicatingly erotic, Mandy said to herself as she swam to the edge of the pool "Oh yes... Its about that time." meaning she was feeling a bit hot and randy and tonight, it would be a Cognac, her favorite sex-toy and the dirtiest, sexually explicit part of the internet she could find!

Mandy stood about five feet six inches tall without heels, with the skin coloration of "fish-belly" white. Her shoulders were shapely and refined with small, red freckles delicately doted across them, to match her strawberry blond hair. Her back was strong and straight from growing up with many years at a private Charm school, learning to stand, sit and walk like the lady she was born to be. Mandy was indeed a lady of refinement, poise and mannerism but that was during the day. At night, she had a secret self, one she was ashamed of and no one knew about, not even her husband. A secret identity that couldn't wait for her husband to leave on business trips, a persona that late at night, enjoyed a good-strong drink (to remove the fake, inhibitions) and the adult "red-light" section of the web.

She tried to fight it, she would leave her computer alone for days at a time, but like a silent seductive lover it would call her back and like the sex-addict she was, she would eventually answer the call. On line, she called herself by many names, set up many accounts at many websites, once in cyber-space, the facade of "well-bred lady" dropped and a new image named "untamed-slut" took over. On line, she was both "dominatrix" and "submissive" she enjoyed insulting, controlling and totally ruling over the other "fake" identities, for Mandy was naturally demanding and in Cyperspace she could take her demanding personality to the next level. Under another name however, there was a part of her that wanted to be dominated, though she hated that part more than she hated being an addicted "cyber slut" the things men (and some women) wrote and said they wanted to do her, took her over the edge. Her drunken orgasms were fierce, as they convulsed her half-nude body. She normally saved the submissive role for last. (After she was nice and drunk, played the dominating queen role for some time and was now ready for a good-nights sleep).

Mandy swam to the edge of the pool and pulled herself from the sparkling water. She strolled her nakedness over to the large, terricloth bleach towel and laid down in the sun. She knew she couldn’t lay there too long, not because she might get spotted running around in the buff (thank God for the solid fence and tall, finely trimmed hedges, she would say) but because her fair complexion, really couldn’t handle too much sun. When her husband had the fence put in, using the cheap labor of illegal aliens, she thought it was a stroke of genius. She felt, the US companies charged far too much money, to do such a little thing as fence their entire estate and plant some trees. After all, the fences were long solid pieces and not the single, individual slats, that needed to be individually pounded into the ground. Mandy also had a problem with the length of time it took for the fences to go up, like the typical rich, snotty, self-centered bitch she was, she felt "Those people are cheap labor, because they are slow and lazy workers." She threw a glass of Lemonade in the face of one worker because he had the nerve to come into the house uninvited, who cares if he had an important question for her husband. The "good for nothing should have more respect, for his betters." she scolded.

Now you know why her husband took repeated business trips out of town, he could barely stomach her as much as she could barely stomach him, but she fit the part, whenever he had to attend a very important, tux and tie evening dinner invitation or play host to a very important client or foreign dignitary. As for the poor, insulted worker, the husband threw a fifty dollar bill in the face of the big Mexican and simply walked away. After all, he was an illegal immigrant, what could he do? However, Miguel still seethed and burned from his humiliating treatment. Normally, whenever the husband hired a group of workers, after the job was over he would throw the hired hand a cook-out as his version of "giving something back to the community". Still feeling insulted Miguel quickly took his pay and departed the area, "Fuck dat gringo" he thought "and fuck dat beech.. She needs sometin hard pushed into her." The large man laughed to himself as he walked down the road.

Mandy never gave it another thought, as a matter of fact, she never gave anything she ever said wrong or did wrong to someone else, another thought. She didn’t mean any harm, she was just that kind of bitch. She never thought that one day that kind of behavior, might get her in trouble. As young children, most of us are taught "what you do to others, will eventually come back to you." and "What goes around, comes around" as well as a bunch of other cute epigrams, which all have the same basic teaching "What you give out, the Universe will eventually return." Someone should have told Mandy this, because if they had, then maybe she would’ve been a lot more carful.

Maybe she would have watched her back more, maybe she would have sensed, that as she laid on her thick, soft, expensive Terri cloth towel, by her large, Olympic sized pool, enjoying the hot rays of the sun and feeling the cool water slowly evaporating off her body, that sometime during the night, someone... Someone angry, made it past the sophisticated alarm system that had been set, had drilled a hole through the fence and was now watching her nude form, through a small, unnoticeable opening in her hedges. Had she been more careful of her surroundings, aware of anything other than herself, she might have seen the "eye" as it peered through the opening.

She may have heard the soft, raspy breathing, as it watched her naked, milky white form, lay spread eagle on her towel. She may have sensed that even as she reached her hand down, to lovingly caress her wet snatch, planning what type of pleasure she would give it tonight, another hand reached down and grabbed it’s own bulging crouch and emitted a bestial groan as it pulled at the bulge and stroked the hardness back and forth. Mandy should have sensed something... Most women do, but she considered herself safe behind a large fence, some shrubbery and the best alarm system money could buy. In the world will live in today, is anyone truly safe? Or like Mandy, is that a simple illusion we simply use to fool ourselves in order to secure a good nights sleep?

Who was this person... This body, that had obviously bad intentions for our dear Mandy? From the size of the body, we can see that it is a male, but what male? Was it the potbellied cook, who grew tired of her constant bitching and her tantrums as she would sometimes throw her delicious meal against the wall after he slaved all day to prepare it? Was it the elderly butler, who couldn't stand dear Mandy either, but sneaked quick glances at her body, whenever she bent over or wasn't looking? Was it the maid, who was secretly a hardcore lesbian and would be in the room when ever Mandy changed clothes. (to pick-up the outfits Mandy didn’t want to wear and casually threw on the floor) The maid, who at times dreamed of throwing the woman on the bed and raping her with a strap on dildo? Was it the fat, balding, overweight grounds keeper, who Mandy loved to insult, who hated her in the worst way and had even said openly, that he wished her dead. Was it a person hired by her husband, an assassin if you will, to remove her money grubbing hands out of his pocket and her shrill voice out of his head?

It was Someone, someone who watched our dear Mandy and waited for the right opportunity. As Mandy lay on the towel, the strong sun started having its affect. She wished she didn't give the entire house staff off today, that way she could called inside the house and have the butler bring her an umbrella. Whenever, she planned on taking nude swims or drunkenly pleasuring herself, during that night, she would tell the staff that they could go after breakfast and she would spend the rest of the day alone. Which is how really Mandy liked it, by herself with no one to get in her way, ask her stupid questions or stand around looking stupid. If it was possible, she wouldn't even have a staff, but someone had to do the "menial" labors around the house and it was not going to be her.

The sun grew hot and she knew she couldn't lay out there too much longer, but the heat and her long refreshing swim, made her feel euphoric and soon she drifted off, into a light sleep...

Suddenly she was abruptly awaken by the sticky feel of thick Duct Tape as it covered her closed eyes and locked them shut. Startled by the unexpected and thinking this may be a dream, she tried to sit up as next, her arms were swiftly taped together and she was rudely pushed back. Her head hit the concrete surface and if not for the thick terri cloth towel, she may have sustained minor injury. Still, the blow of hitting her head momentarily staggered her and she saw small stars flash, in the darkness of her covered eyes. Suddenly, she felt the weight of a heavy body as it laid upon her and forced her arms over her head, still not realizing her plight, Mandy fights and boastfully yells out "WHO THE HELL IS THIS.... LET ME GO!!! WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA WITH WHOM YOU ARE FUCKING WITH!!!

Still fighting against her attacker, she launches another verbal threat... "WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU WILL PAY WHEN I GET UP FROM HERE!!! I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GOT IN HERE BUT THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY!!! MY HUSBAND AND I, WILL HAVE YOU PUT, UNDERNEATH THE DAMN JAIL. Suddenly the hand of her attacker, tired of her smart mouth, slaps her face, her head turns with the blow and a stunned Mandy does not stop. "THATS ASSAULT YOU BASTARD... YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT SHIT AS WELL!!! Mandy kicks and fights against the heavy body as it lays on top of her naked form, when she feels a knee, move between her legs and roughly spread her legs apart, it dawns on her what’s about to happen.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She yells out "STOP THAT, GET OFF OF ME..." The heavy stranger pays no mind, she feels his weight shift and move between her legs, then shifts again as one hand go down between them and fumbles at a zipper... "W-WAIT.... S-STOP... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She cries out as her heart now beats heavy and panicky in her chest. The hand reaches into the opening, and pulls out a harden, meaty flesh. The cock is throbbing rock solid and is long and thick. She feels the body shift again as the hips move up closer to it's tender prize, Mandy is begging now, promising any price, then she feels a bulbous head press against her vulva’s lips.

"W-WAIT... PLLEEASE... DON'T DO THIS..." Her words were cut off as hard, thick meat begins to force its way, into her dry hole. "OHHHGAAWWDOOONNTT..." Mandy shrieks. Her cunt-lips burned from the blistering friction, of tough, dry, vein covered skin ploughing through dry, soft flesh... Cold, rugged man-meat, pushes slowly... forcefully... painfully... between the tight dry lips, of a spoiled pampered cunt. The large bulbous head, tears brutally into her and then stops... and throbs.

Mandy is now crying, she's begging the intruder to stop. "P-PLLEASSE N-NO MORE...IT.. HURTS.." She wasn't used to having her cunt penetrated in such a cruel fashion, she would make her husband lubricate himself with K-Y jelly, then he had to play with her pussy for some time and lick it until it became soaking wet, before she allowed him to enter her delicate hole and even then she would wince at the discomfort of first entry. Now it was different, she felt the agonizing cock head pulsate within her and her body involuntarily jerked, each time it twitched. Her vulva stung from the abrasive, tough skin as it forced the tight lips apart and penetrated...

And this was only the beginning!

As she whimpered and begged, she felt a powerful right hand lift up one of her struggling legs and put it over one strong shoulder, then that hand replaced the left hand, that was being used to hold her taped arms over her head. The left hand reach down and brought her other leg up, and beacause the rapist wanted to punish her further, he put her second leg over the same shoulder. As one leg rested on top of the other, they were both held in place by a strong and powerful arm. With her arms held over her head with one hand and both her legs resting on one shoulder and gripped by the other, Mandy knew all her struggling was in vain. She also knew the position he had her in was a painful fuck, without proper lubrication. It brought the legs together and made her tight "babied" cunt, that much more tighter...

That much more smaller.

With the head of big cock, throbbing painfully, maddingly between her cunt lips, she felt the body shift as his hips prepared to smash his cock home. She panicked when she felt her legs moved all the way back towards her body and begged even harder... "Oh n-no-no-no Please... Don't do this to me... N-not like this... N-not this way... I-I can give you money... I have money in the..." Her voice cut off again, her face a vision of contorted anguish... Her mouth open wide by a silent scream that wouldn’t come out. Muscular hips slammed thick, hard dick into her shaking body...

"Shut de fuk up and take my hard deek, du beetch.." said the heavy accented, Mexican voice, Mandy felt as if she was being ripped in two as nine and a half inches of thick, pulsating, primitive-like meat tunneled deep inside her, and then paused... Then like some large, obscene "cho-cho" train in reverse, it slowly pulled back, the insides of an agonized Mandy, felt instant relief as the much too large, club-like object retracted from inside her. Her breath now came ragged, she breathed like her body was in pain... She sounded like she could barely catch her air. "Dees is what yo need...Beetch." said the Mexican with a growl, then he grunted like a beast, and once again slammed more, dark cock into her. This time, the force knocked the very air from her lungs as long, hard meat ripped into her and banged against her uterus. The sudden trauma to her pampered, spoiled, cunt of being so brutishly ravaged, sent the sensitive nerve endings in her pussy, into "shock" and her cunt muscles spasmed and then gripped, around Miguel's harden tool, like a small glove on a very big hand.

"Dees iz yo problem mommie.. You need a goot fuc-king" Came the heavy, Spanish accent again, Mandy finally recognized it, it belonged to Miguel, the large Mexican hired hand, whose face she threw her Lemonade in. "M-Miguel.." She said in a horse whisper... Mandy could barely speak, barely get his name out, that was the affect due to the voracity of his sudden and vicious sexual assault. "M-Miguel P-please... S-stop... N-no more... I-I'm sorry for w-what I-I did... Pleeeease... N-no more.. I c-can't take any m-more... I-I c-cant... I j-just cant.." then she broke down, tears flowed like a burst dam down her face, the Mexican's large, dark, throbbing muscle was too much for her. She could feel it inside her move and twitch, each time the big man laughed at her tears. She felt him pull back slowly and for her it was like having a large bludgeoning instrument pulled from her body, Mandy knew what was next... "P-please Miguel..Pleeasepleasepleasepleasepleee.." The big Mexican arched his strong back, grit his teeth and hammered into her tight hole again...

"Yo talk to mush, bozz lady... Shut da fuc up and take des deek." Mandy, was seeing stars from the force of this last violent, deep penetration. She had never had a man this big so deep inside her... To fuck her with such a wild abandonment. Actually other than her husband (who was barely adequate) she had never had dick before, so to have her cunt despoiled this much... So hard... this bad was more than she could handle. Once again Miguel looked down on the woman and laughed. He knew his large monster was tearing up her insides. This is what he wanted, he wanted to make her pay for his insult. He wanted her to see and feel what a real man was like... Most of all he wanted to hear her scream. "Senorita.. All I wan du to do, iz take my deek.. And scream for miguel... Scream heez name..."

He pulled back again...

"W-WAIT" She screamed out, "W-WAIT... WAIT..WAAAAA" Miguel slammed into her again... He pulled back and thrashed in harder. Mandy was in tears as her poor cunt was worked over, her uterus felt like it was being beat on by a heavy bat, He pulled his hips back again..

He roared out the words "TAKE DEES DEEK... BEETCH... TAKE IT" and rammed into her womanhood again and again... Each time, hitting home harder and harder, each time telling her to "TAKE IT!!" "TAKE IT..." Mandy bawled in torment, tears rolled and built up in eyes that were taped close, she let out excruciating cries of pain each time the large Mexican hammered into her quivering body. Her legs trembled as her muscles responded to her cunt's savage attack. Her body thrashed wildly as Miguel now picked up some speed. "Take it.." he yelled.. "OHHWWWGAAWWDDPLLLEEASEEMIGUELPLLLEEZEE" she responded, her voice now raw from her screams. With his sexual senses now heighten, his greedy mouth went to work on her tits. He sucked them long and hard. His lips pulled on her nipples and he bit them with his teeth. His tongue lapped, her breast and soon her nipples responded by hardening. He bit it again, she cried out and whimpered, licked both tities, taking her large breast fully in his mouth and at the same time, his lower torso kept up his rhythmic pace, slamming in and out of her cunt like she was a piece of raw meat.

Sexed crazed, his tongue went to her shoulders and up her neck, Mandy felt the hot wet mouth, suck on her ear lobes, then like a slithering intruder, the tongue crawled into her ear, and dug its soft, wet tip into the ears hole, she let out a frustrated cry as he did this to her, Mandy's ears were her "sensitive area" one part her erogenous zone and she didn't want his mouth near there. Her breast were her other "hot-spot" and as his tongue did its dirty work, fingers was now squeezing her nipple. Caught now in the throes of mad passion, he grips her body and pulls up, into a sitting position. His cock pulls suddenly our of her aching hole and her body literally sighs as it slumps in relief. He puts her taped arms over his head and locks them around his broad neck. He tears the tape from her eyes and she howls from the pain and the sudden bright light. "I wan yo to see me, bozz lady... See me fuckin you... Fuckin you hard bozz lady, fuken you hard and makin you scream!.."

With herculean strength, he lifts her body and pulls her on his lap, her legs dangle behind him and with one hand gripped around her waist, he uses the other, to insert his still hard manhood back into her. She gasps as it slides back home, once again her cunt muscles lock around his rock-hard member. Mandy tries to pull back... Pull off the hurtful fleshy pole, but the rapist is too strong, he pulls her body back sliding his meat in deep. "Look at me beech... I said look at me." Agonized and in shame, the woman meekly looks at her attacker, her eyes are puffy from crying and her hair is wild and matted to her sweaty face. He sneers a cruel smile at her, this is the way he wanted her, this is the way he wanted to see this rich, high born bitch. Broken, humiliated, being despicably fucked and totally afraid!

He pulls her hips and his cock rides angrily into her body, she lets out a cry of pain and tries to pull back, immediately he pulls her hips to him, once again his meat barrels into her. Now he grips her hips and begins to pull her back and forth, she closes her eyes and bellows her pain with each plunge, but since he is sitting now, she's not getting as much of his hard meat into her, not hammering as deep. Her worn out cunt now goes numb as it slowly acclimates itself to the large intruder. He bounces her body on his manhood, enjoying the deep warm feeling of her snatch. He grabs the back of her head and pulls her close, she feels his hot breath in her ear as he whispers "Dees puzzy iz-zo goot, mommie... So goot!" Now he's has one hand behind her head and using the other to jerk her hips back and forth into his tight body, his muscular hips bounces her body up and down as and she gasps as his meat now rides more smoothly into her.

His hot mouth is back on her neck and then in her ear, his swollen tongue goes deep and squirms around. He keeps their sexual rhythmic ride going for some time now... Pulling her in... pushing her back... His long manhood stretches her love-canal open and fills it up... Then pulls back... Exiting her warm-chamber, just as fast... Only to come back, full force and barreling in... then pull back again and again, his hips rhythmically bouncing and pumping, lifting her up, only for rough hands to jerk her down, as he slams back in. The force sends shock waves through out her body, his maddening, greedy tongue licks deeply into her ear and filling it with his spit and hot passion. Soon after, her worn and battered body starts to answer back to the despoiling punishment. The part of her that is submissive... The part of her that has always wanted to be taken by a strong sexed-crazed fiend... The part of her that has always climaxed, after reading what men (and some women) wanted to do to her, reluctantly starts to betray her.

With difficulty, it fights through her iron will and slowly oozes through her tormented mind. It emerges into her consciousness and grudgingly begins, to accept its fate. Slow at first... Subtlety... her submissive side starts to turn her painful rape into something else. "No.. Not now" she thinks to herself, as her body continues its bounce on hard meat. She pulls her head from his grip and violently shakes it, trying to rid her mind of the sinful thoughts, only to have Miguel grab a hand full of her hair and snatch her ear back to his mouth. Slowly, the sensation creeps back... Mandy fearfully hopes the big Mexican will cum in her, before what she dreads happens next.

Miguel does not, oblivious to her rising predicament, he continues to ride her on his lap, and pulls her hips into his as his mouth now sucks her neck. With her arms taped and locked behind his neck, she feels the hand holding her head, release her hair and move down and cup her tit. It squeezes her soft breast and then grips the nipple between the thumb and the first two fingers. The three fingers pull the nipple... Then they pinch it... Then the fingers slowly twist... Sweet erotic needles, prick the nipples harden skin, then decadently, the needle dance over.. and then travel through her breast, making the areola turn reddish pink, and then puff up with excitement. Mandy's hips relax and welcomes the piston-like meaty, intruder on the next bounce...

Pleasure...

"NO" she screams out, her body stiffens, once again her body rejects the rhythmic, bouncing, invading trespasser, once again it stiffens and endures its punishment... Then slowly... Her worn down body relaxes again and opens up... It relaxes and welcomes the in and out feeling... Mandy squeezes her eyes shut and tries to mentally block out the sensation but soon she feels a warmth building in her loins and then a moistness flows within her canal.

With futility and shame drowning her poor heart and hot tears stinging her face, her body pushes down once more as Miguel's hard cock punches in, this time her cunt willingly accepts his dark meat. Nerve endings tingle and spark small electric-like fires ignite, and a hunger begins to burn through her abdomen. She denies the warm feeling... She rejects the heat... Yet her body continues to betray her and catches the next bounce and pushes down against it. Her thighs and pelvic area shudder... Pin-pricks of pleasure tickle her inner thighs, she catches the next bounce and pin-pricks turn into stabs of pure ecstacy... Her mouth emits a hollow gasp and she catches the next bounce... Pure ecstacy turns into sexual rapture... Her skin flushes and burns white hot in a wanton-like frenzy. Mandy squeezes her eyes closed, her teeth grip her bottom lip. Her whimpering sobs turn into something else...

She bites her lip trying to muffle her deep, earthy grunts. Her cunt now a ravenous, wet orifice, swallows Miguel's swollen cock each time it penetrates deep. Her hot, sweaty body gyrates and bounces, in perfect unison with the dark Mexican, like some perverse, lap dance gone to far. Miguel's hard meat strikes deep... Hits the right spot and Mandy lets out a loud cry... Not of pain but of sheer, naked pleasure... "O-MIFUCKENGAAAWD-YESSSS!..." She yells, her mind now consumed in the throes of sexual madness. Miguel feels her white creamy legs wrap around his waist as his hard meat slides effortlessly in and out of her wetness. A wicked smile of triumph crosses his lips and his strong dark fingers dig into the milky white flesh of her ass. He grits his teeth and grunts barbarically, as with all of his strength he slams her body down on his large cock. Mandy lets out a cry, each time his fleshy monster punches in her, yet with each powerful thrust, she pushes back, taking as much as she can inside her.

Miguel rises and pushes her back down on her back, down on her soft terri towel, with her hips raised and her legs as spread apart as possible, Miguel now slams his glistening tool as far into her as possible. "OH.. GAWD... OH...GAWD... OH... GAWD... She screams, as raw dick hammers deep, his fat, massive tool easily separating her blood gorged vulva... Her hole, sopping wet, numb and stretched open... Mandy's keeps her eyes tightly closed and accepts the blissful pummeling punishment being served on her body.

She feels the strong, Mexican body speed up and fuck harder... Her body rushes up and meets each pounding thrust. A white hot pain returns to her pussy and she feels her body also climbing in passion, the heat in her now unbearable.. Yet the cock is too big, he giving too much too quick and going too deep... She gasps and tries to catch her breath, she bawls as the Mexican tears her cunt in two. With his now hurried speed and deep hammering thrusts, she realizes his orgasm is close... So is hers. Mandy doesn't want his vile cum inside her body, yet for some reason the very thought of receiving his juices, amplifies her passion even more, its as if a part of her wants this... "NOOO" She yells angrily at herself... This is no internet fantasy... No chat room thrill... This is real, she being savagely raped the Mexican is not wearing protection and she is not on the pill.

"Oh gawd... I might get pregnant..." was the thought that scared her shitless! With her legs spread wide, She begs the big man to stop... To slow down... To not cum in her... He merely laughs and slams harder... With her arms still tied together and around his broad neck, she pulls him to one side, lowers her legs and tries to pull her hips away, he catches himself with one strong arm, lays her flat again and slaps her head to the side. "Let me feenise dis ting senorita..." he growls, "P-please.." a stunned Mandy stutters, "D-don't c-cum inside of me..." The big Mexican smiles as he lifts her legs over his shoulders, and grips her ass. "Beetch.. You gonna take all of Miguel...Even his juuzce.." He hammers into her body, preparing to give her his final humiliation, His dark powerful hips thrust deep between white thighs, he growls as he takes her, pushing deep within her again and again, she cries out with each painful stab, the Mexican drinks in her pain and slams harder and harder... agonizing, torturous, ripples of pleasure and pain flow through her cunt.

Her legs tremble from raw, brute force of the big man. He cock punishes her cunt... teaches it... She lays on her back a broken woman, afraid of what's next. He breath now course, his grunts loud... His body continues its maddening pace... Miguel grunts out the words "Beetch... Fuken Beetch... Fuken beetch..." then he starts to howl... "OH SHEET...OH SHEET!" Mandy feels the Mexicans body jerk inside her and she feels his greater weight slam down on top of her. Mandy's eyes grow wide enough to pop out of her head.. As Miguel roars and slams his entire cock, as far up into her as possible... Her mouth opens in a silent scream as pain rips through her abdomen and she feels the monstrous tool twitch... swell even larger.. Then Miguel's body stiffens up and he squeezes his eyes closed and bellows in ecstasy... "OHHFUKENYEAHHHHHBEETCH..." Mandy mouth finally emits a frustrated scream as she feels the harden tool savagely quiver.. And then release... With each pulsating shudder of the twitching cock, Mandy feels Miguel's hot seed pour into her unprotected womb and coat the walls of her pussy. The cock pumps again and again as hot, nasty cum splashes Mandy's uterus. Her body shudders at this final humiliation and then her breath stops...

And she orgasms...

Her hips buck wild and she screams, her sweet release feels aberrant and wicked to her mind. Her body tries to pull itself into a trembling, shuddering ball as wave after wave of enraptured exaltation pours through her moaning body. She utters nonsense.. She grunts and then she cries... Her greedy cunt drinks Miguel's cum, drop by drop as canal muscles pulls it deep inside. Her womb feels saturated with thick, rich sperm and Mandy's groining release shudders from it's lubricating feeling. She orgasmed... She couldn't believe it, her body had been brutally raped and she had the best orgasm, she had ever had (outside of Cyberspace). They lay in each others arms breathing hurried and riding their individual train of pleasure to its end.

Mandy hissed in discomfort as the big Mexican slowly withdrew his monster meat from her body. Now spent, his cock began to shrink and resume some sense of normalcy (Though to Mandy, it still looked big) Both bodies laid panting and covered in sweat. Miguel brought her arms from around his neck and stood up. He then bent down and picked Mandy up. He carried her hot, sweaty body towards the pool... "A-are you g-going to K-kill me now?" She fearfully asked as new tears formed in her eyes. The big Mexican stared at the worn out woman, with a puzzled look that said "Lady, are you out of your mind?" he then responded "No Bozz lady.. I thin the pool water would feel better on you body, dats all." She breath a sigh of relief as he eased her down into the cool water, her body once again welcomed it refreshing, wet touch. Her pussy however, wasn't as thrilled to meet the cool liquid. Mandy hissed again as her cunt was suddenly envelope in cool wetness and pain.

"By the time you get out, free dem hands and call da cops, I'll be back across the border, senorita. But your puzzy was sweet... very sweet." Mandy reached up and grabbed the dark mans arm, "Wait... Before you leave." Before the Mexican can respond, she pulls him into the pool and laughs "You too need to cool off, you raping bastard.." The old Mandy was now back. Arrogant, proud and full of herself. "Your not going any where Mr. Mexico. You assaulted me and either you will go to jail or work off what you did." Miguel was stunned, he did not know what to say "B-but... B-but.." Mandy quickly interrupted "But, but my ass! You will be my new grounds keeper and pool boy! When my husband gets back your new job will be cleaning this big fucking pool, do you understand me?" The big Mexican nods his head, once again feeling trapped and a little intimidated. He had just raped this woman earlier, yet at the moment he was not so sure.

"Now get the fuck out of the pool and go change in the servants quarters. Later on we will fix you up with a room as I issue you other jobs around the house." The large man pulls himself out of the pool and quickly heads to the guest quarters, still unsure what just happened. Mandy smiled as he walked away and went back to her swim. "Oh yes, he'll do perfectly." She said to herself "He'll do just fine."

-Sir Peter Stone
of Daarkwood