Doreen: Full Figured Assault (Part I)

DOREEN: Full Figured Assault. (Part I)

by Sir Peter Stone.
Jan 2000

She was sometimes called "high-yella" while other Black folk referred to her as "light skinneddaded" (pronounced "light skined-da-did" with vocal emphasis on the "-da did"). Still men of color (and most white men) simply called her "redbone". Of course the correct and accepted terminology for this young lady’s skin pigmentation is simply called "mulatto" and she hated every "off-colored" nick names (excuse the pun) always bestowed upon her because of her fair complexion. She is the love child of a bi-racial relationship and her name is Dareen or "Dar" as her friends called her.

Her father was a big, hard working, African American named Douglas and her mother was a petite, Pennsylvania born, very pale, very lovely, Angelo-Saxon woman called Marie. Thanks to Doug and Marie, the law of "opposites attracts", strong drink, a reduced range of sexual inhibitions and a hot summer night in the back of a used Cadillac, I can even tell you this tale. So dear reader if you ever run into a Black Doug and a White Marie, kindly thank them, for their part in this story. Now my loyal readers though it's been sometime since you've last heard from me, you know how I am. I could to make this story sound more exciting, more sexual, more sinfully delicious by telling you "Dar was a tall, slender, young mulatto girl, perhaps twenty years or much younger. A young girl with a set of big tits, long legs and a slim, hot body." To further enhance the story, I could also say Dar loved living life in the fast lane and enjoyed wearing as very little clothes as possible.

I could write my story with passe erotica cliches such as "she was a cock-tease and a virgin, that never knew the touch of a man... Until that night..."

I could say all of those things and jot down many more highly descriptive, extremely explicit, lewd and sexually charged analogies about her body and her personality. Which eventually led to her assault. The things I could write, would make an impotent man get a "hard-on" faster then a dose of Viagra. Trying vainly to make this story come off more steamier then it already is. I could make her assailant tall and dark with a jaw of iron and a "cleft" chin, a cold face with cold blue eyes. I could say his body is lean and muscular or "cut-up from the butt-up" as we say in the weight lifting game and then put great emphasis on the size of his hands and feet. Then this story might induced in my very lovely women subscribers, raspy breaths and soft moans as they read each line imagining it was they themselves in the story "He held his victim down." Soft moans would be accompanied by rapid heart beats and delicate wet, probing feminine fingers as they read next "She gasp, as he penetrated her deep from behind."

Yeah, I could write a fake ass story like that but I won't...

Those things would be lies, false-hoods, merely done to "spice" up a story that really doesn't need "spicing up." Yes, a story like that might have everyone of you dear readers, looking and waiting for more but that would not be my style, nor would it reflect the world we see it. As always, I write this story dealing with reality and its dark, ugly, side. So instead of bull-shitting you with a lot of "fluff" I'll tell you the truth. How she looked, how she acted and most of all what happened to her. So sit back and let your deviant minds flow freely and imagine...

Dareen or "Dar" as we called her back in the day, stood about five feet, seven inches tall and possessed a flawless, golden "light-skinned" complexion. When she was younger (in her early teens) she was hottie and though she was always good natured, she was somewhat of a tease and regular party animal. At a young age, when she realized she possessed certain... Uhmmm... Physical attributes, other girls her age did not, she used her "gifts" to her best advantage. Dar liked to drink hard, party hard, get "high" hard and fuck even harder. Now after two kids, a failed marriage to a junkie ex-husband and a few years later, she was a sole parent trying to get decent housing, barely making it on food stamps and two low paying jobs, as well as trying to finish night school at the same time.

When she was younger, she was almost perfect... Her face was flawless, her skin was sublime, her smile to die for and her tits and her ass... Well, let just say they were the stuff of fantasy (Seriously). She had men lined up around the corner, trying to provide what ever needs she had or yearned for and they brought her fur, jewelry and one guy brought her first car. They gave her money and kept her pampered, just so in her gratitude (and sometimes in drunken or high state) they could to get her into bed. Now, after going through a bad alcohol and drug addiction, she was a more settled down, more matured and interested only with taking care of her two babies. Dar was never a bad person, though she dated some very bad men. She was in fact a sweet heart. The only problems she ever had, is that by dealing with bad men, she learned bad habits when she was younger and because she knew she was hot, she knew men wanted to fuck her brains out, she didn't mind accepting the "gifts" they gave her in order to get close to her. She didn't think she was doing anything wrong and in her words "I don't use men, I just take their shiny "trinkets" and just because they give me money, that don't mean I have to sleep with them, now does it?"

She got pregnant when she was sixteen and like most young girls, after she gave birth, her body turned into the body of a sex goddess and Dar loved dressing that body like a porn star! With big tits a nice waist and a fat, firm, round ass, Dar looked and Acted older then the other girls her age. This gave her the ability to get into the local bars and hang-out with the older crowd. It was at this time I believe she had her first taste of cocaine. I'm sure you've met or you've known some young girl like Dar, "too gorgeous to be so sweet and too fast to be so young!" When she walked into the bars and after hour spots, the men would literally turn in their seats and ogle her young, sensuous body as it passed by. She never paid for drinks and some men would even fight, to be the next "fool" to get her something strong (and expensive) to pour down her delicate throat. I've heard it said that there had even been a "shoot-out" or two because when it was time to go home, two or more men would pull out their pistols, believing it was their turn, to drive her beautiful (but intoxicated) body home (or to the nearest hotel if they could).

... But that was back then...

Right now, today, Dar was almost in her mid-twenties, a bit more older, a bit more tired and a bit more mature. She couldn't hang out all night like she used to do, now she had two kids and put on a few more pounds, than she wanted to. I'm sure at times, she didn't feel as "pretty" or as "sexy" or as young as she used to. (Ever feel that way sometimes?)

Now dear readers don't get me wrong, she was still gorgeous, she still had a very pretty face and a nice voluptuous body... In my eyes, she was still very, very "fuckable" even if she didn't think so, if you know what I mean. I think have great taste in recognizing passionate women, for they draw me with their aphrodisiacal, sexual nature. For me, there is no sexier a woman, than one with a strong sensual natural state. When I'm close to a woman like that, I can almost taste the Pheromones oozing from her skin. I refuse to let society tell me what shape, size or color is sexy or beautiful, I leave that to my instincts. I see in most women what sometimes they don't see in themselves and that is their raw, naked beauty. In my eyes Dar was still "hot" she was just a bit more settled-in with a bit more "thickness" in all the right places, then she was in the old days. Actually, she looked better now then she did back then, her body had now come into it's completion and it fit her fine.

In her eyes, she wasn't happy with what she saw in the mirror but a lot of us are like that, what we think is a "flaw" of age, others see it as a thing of beauty. Her hair was still long, thick and jet black, the mixture of both her Italian and African American heritage and to be honest, every time I saw her, my cock stiffened as I imagined running my hands through her dark mane and pulling it back as I rode her body to a perfect climax. Her black hair came down to just above the middle of her back and it was an excellent contrast, against her light-skinned complexion. Though she wore glasses, her eyes were very sexy, they were doe-like, dark and seductive. She could stop a man at ten paces when ever she flashed those bedroom brown eyes, and especially if she gave you her innocent "you know wanna fuck me" bright innocent smile.

Her breast were now bigger, not flabby or sagging but plump and big. Her hips were wider and her nice ass was also fatter as it sat pleasingly on her back and looked so good, I always restrain my self to keep from grabbing it (God I love big butt women). Because Dar was now, also a little self conscious about her weight, the only thing tight she ever wore, was her blue jeans, a leather skirt or her black form-fitting-going-to-church evening dress. All three made her big ass look tight, sexy and as I said earlier, very, very fuck-able (if that's a word, if not it is now). Guys, have you ever seen a woman with a big butt so sexy, so sweet, so juicy... That every time you saw her, all you could do is imagine yourself anal-fucking her? Well Dar had that kind of ass, fat plump and pear shaped. Where I'm from we'd call her ass "ghetto-booty". In the winter she only wore baggy sweaters and in the summer big tee shirts. Her sweaters and tee-shirts were cut in a low "V" in front, just so she could reveal her large "high-yellow" soft, mulatto 40D cleavage, which also drew her, lots of attention. Dar tits had blown up like balloons, when she got pregnant with her second child and she thank God, that the growth of her breast didn't include stretch marks. Whenever she saw a guy, she wanted to tease, (especially the older men) or attract (especially the younger men) she'd drop something, (or act like she did) just so the man would almost break his neck, trying to steal a glance at her "golden globes" (excuse the pun). As I said, though she wasn't as young, not as slim as she used to be, but she was still hot and a lot of men still lined up to get her in the bed.

She had two big problems though, one problem was when she was younger, there were four age groups that wanted to "jump her bones" the boys younger, the boys her age, the young men, and of course the older men. Back then, she literally had her pick of the litter. She ignored the boys younger than her, though they begged her constantly for sex. She was very picky about the boys her age because most of them were broke. She liked the young men because a lot of them had jobs and they did spend money sometimes. She adored the older men because they spent plenty of money and didn't hassle her or whine for sex. Now things were different. The younger men wanted the slim or smaller bodied young girls in the skin tight designer jeans, or they chased after the older women who had the damn good, high paying jobs. The men her age, wanted the girls younger than her that wore the skin tight designer jeans and the men slightly older then she, also wanted the young slim girls (with the jeans). So the only group of men, that still thought of her as a young and hot with a body to dream and cream over was the ones what she called "the geriatrics".

The men pushing fifty years or better. Dar was still early twenty-something and though she could have had plenty of "sugar-daddies" her other problem was, she found older men to be a turn-off. When she was younger she adored them, after all they were in their mid to late forties back then. Now, they still had money, they still wanted to "splurged" on her but Dar would not have it. She was attracted to, and she aggressively pursued, the young hard bodies, the "young boys" as they were called in our town. All the "young boys" wanted from her, was some money and a blow-job. (It was known all around, that Dar gave the greatest head in town... And it was true!) So other than a "quickie" from time to time from a drunk, "young boy" she could pick up at the bar, Dar found herself most times alone and always, always horny.

The young boys in our town also had a bad habit of not spending their money (if they had any at the time) on an older woman. Being young and stupid, they felt an older woman should be doing the paying considering, it was the older woman, that wanted some "hard young dick" but poor Dar, was a struggling single parent with a very limited income. That's one of the reasons she had decided to go back to school, so she could get a good job and afford to keep her a young stud around the house if she wanted to. She totally ignored the older men that tried to woo her. The ones that wanted to be her "sugar daddy" pay all of her bills and even put her through school. All they wanted was her company, the occasional sweaty ride between her luscious yellow legs and then leave her in peace and only come around when she called. Those men she ignored (dummy)... until she was flat broke that is.

Though older men grossed her out, one thing she did like about them, they always kept some money and they didn't mind spending it on young girls. Even flat broke, Dar could not see herself sleeping with an older man, or having an "old-guy" for a boyfriend. The thought of sucking-off an old wrinkled, gray dick was nauseating in itself and the very idea of being "fucked" by one and he shoot his "old man" cum into her belly made her want to throw up. Plus she heard a rumor that old men can give a young girl worms (-whatever the fuck that means). No, Dar didn't sleep with older men, instead, she "teased" and played them for their money, she would get their money by hook or by crook, but never by sex. She would go by their houses late at night, so not to be seen, (Oh God the shame and embarrassment if she ever got caught) visit with one, turn her back and slightly rub her body against his. She would then act like she dropped something and bend over. Elderly hormones would kick in and their mouths would water as elderly eyes feasted on the sight of her fat round ass. or she would bend over in front of them and turn her head so they could sneak a peek down her shirt. Then while she had the poor old fool all hot and bothered, she would then borrow fifty or sixty dollars and never pay it back. She would see an old man sitting by his self in the park, look around then walk over (to make sure none of her friends were around) then sit on his lap. As she made chit-chat, she would borrow a hundred dollars and again never pay it back.

She promised one old man, that she would stop by his house that evening and pay him a very special "visit". Then she would get his money and never show up. She told one poor soul that she would come by his house and give him her patented "blow job" if he would only lend her two hundred dollars. He agreed but he had heard about her "slick" ways so he wouldn't give her the money until she came by his house and delivered first. Upon arriving at his house with a bottle of gin and after him consuming almost all of the large bottle, she convinced him to show her the money, after doing so she sat his drunken ass down in his lazy-boy chair and told him to close his eyes and just enjoy. Instead of wrapping her full lips around his elderly cock, she simply jerked him off and after he orgasmed, he fell into a drunken sleep. She then stole the money, his cashed pension check and his Social Security money.

She feverishly washed her hands and threw the dirty towel in his sleeping lap. When she got home, her phobia sent her straight to the bathroom. "Serves him right" she scowled to herself, as she scrubbed her hands with plenty of soapy hot water. Like a movie the scene played over and over in her mind, she could still feel his penis throbbing in her hands as it pumped his wretched semen on her skin. "Old foolish, dirty fuckin bastard..." She muttered as she scrubbed her hands again, then she walked over to the toilet bowl and politely upchucked everything in her stomach. To say Dar didn't find older men sexually appealing to her eyes was an understatement, to say she found them totally detestable, absolutely vile and disgusting as well as creepy and perverted was a little closer to the truth.

Dar didn't like older men, she just enjoyed using them, flirting with them, teasing them and definitely stealing from them. Dar was also an "equal opportunist user" she didn't care if the men were Black or White, if they were over forty, they were meant to be "played". "Fuck-em" she would say, "They should be grandfathers... Not old dirty perverts". Other than taking old men for everything they had, whenever she was desperate for cash, she also avoided them like the plague. One old man in particular, she definitely tried to avoid, not because she was afraid he would "hit" on her in public, nor was she afraid he might proposition her at the wrong time or the wrong place. She avoided him because he scared her.

His name was old Pete Stone and like the typical older, black gentlemen he drove a big Lincoln Continental. He owned a large house up in the deserted area of Prosmont City and he wanted her body in the worst way. The first time she ever laid eyes on him, she was sickened by his very presence. She first met him outside of the local Supermarket. Her last "young" boyfriend had borrowed her car and was suppose to be picking her up. Two hours later and a lot of unanswered calls to his cell-phone, Dar realized, she got "played" on again. Old Pete drove into the Supermarket parking lot and saw her standing at the doorway of the store with two large shopping carts full of groceries. As he drove by, his eyes scanned the young girls voluptuous body and he imagined in his mind, all he wanted from her and what he could do to the big, healthy "yella-gal" if he could only get her into his bed.

Meanwhile, unaware she was being sized up by cold, lusting eyes, Dar fumed in anger and seethed in humiliation. She stood waiting, frantically looking up and down the street hoping at any second, she would see her old, beat-up 79 Chevy, come cruising around the corner. So caught up in her angry thoughts, she was almost startled as the large car pulled up in front of her. The electronic tinted window hummed as it smoothly slid down and a baritone voice softly asked "You Need a ride lil-lady?" After recognizing the car as the kind those "dirty old rich and retired men" normally drove, the slightly startled Dar, purposely bent low (she had on her loosely fitting "V" neck sweater) and peered into the large car. With tinted windows, the inside of the car was dark, the man that sat behind the wheel was even darker. Her seductive gaze was greeted by two blood shot, red eyes and the brightest, whitest smile, on the darkest, blackest man she had ever seen.

As Dar bent forward, Old Pete's degenerate, blood shot eyes caught sight of the light, golden-skinned cleavage and his vision instantly charged inside the open "V" shape sweater to peer at her large bra-less tits. In his mind, he imagined his black cock coated in warm baby-oil, throbbing rock hard and sliding back and forth between the two, soft mountains... His wicked smile grew brighter. Dar was a little shocked at this dark fellow's flagrant attitude, normally older men tried to "steal" glances at her breast or sneak a "peek" when they thought she wasn’t looking, which is why when she wanted to tease one, she would bend over and look to the other way. Giving the old gent an opportunity to "oogle" her breast in peace. After all, they may have been old, horny and desperate, but they were all gentlemen. Not this man, she could see his dark "beady" little blood shot eyes focused on her breast, like she was some cheap "two dollar hooker" being inspected by an intended customer. He didn't even make an effort to hide his crude lust. "Uhmm... Sure!" Dar replied. Not really wanting to ride with this strange old fool but at the moment, she had little choice. It was starting to rain.

Pete didn't get out of his car, but from the inside he pulled a latch and the trunk opened. Dar stood by the rear of the car with her groceries, waiting for the elder man to make a move... He did not. So she placed her groceries in the large trunk and returned the shopping carts back to the store. This was the other thing that bothered her about Old Pete, all the older men would break their necks getting out of their vehicles to help her out, just so they could play "the gentlemen" role, and pack her groceries nice and snug in their car trunk. Old Pete did not move a muscle. When she finished returning the shopping carts, she climbed into the passenger seat and tried to make small talk as the large luxury car pulled away from the curb and drove her home. She disliked this old guy she drove with, there was something about him, she just couldn't put her finger on. He had an attitude she was not used to, nor liked. The dirty older men she was used to being around, continuously complimented her and fawned over her as they told her how beautiful she was. It would be then she would take control of the conversation as they responded to her inquires in their old, horny, submissive way.

Pete did not. Though he spoke softly and respectfully, his conversational skills were aggressive, he repeatedly interrupted, talked about only what he chose and somehow maintained control of their conversation. He guided their talk where he wanted it to go and away from where he didn't. He spoke as one, who was used to being listened to and even obeyed by most people and especially by women. Dar could sense, he had a brutish, "cave man" dominating nature and add that to a deep baritone voice, this "masculine-macho" combination made her a tad nervous. She also hated the way he looked at her. She was used to being undressed by men's eyes, that she enjoyed, but Old Pete eyes did something else, they blatantly stripped her naked, then he would lick his big, black lips and smoothly speak.

His eyes felt as if they literally tore the clothes from her struggling body in a bestial, animalistic sort of way, yet his voice sounded smooth and oily as if a snake had gained the power of speech and was talking his next meal onto his plate. Dar was used to dirty, old men trying to talk sweet and sneak a "quick" glance or two at her body but not like this one. He leered at her, stared like he was something ancient, hungry and perverted. His bloodshot eyes didn't hesitate to let her know what he wanted. Ladies, have you ever met a man and though he was nice, for some reason he "creeped" you out or scared you shitless? Well Old Pete was this type of man. I call them "sexual-psychic vampires", men whose lust and depravity are so strong and deeply entrenched, it literally pours from their minds, climbs into a woman soul and makes her shudder in fear.

Though he spoke softly and quietly and though he treated her with the utmost respect, still she felt very uncomfortable. No matter how she tried to figure it out, it all came back to his dark and sinister gaze, even his body language frightened her. He gave her the impression that his true nature was no where as nice and definitely not as polite as his current mannerisms. Whenever she spoke, he would look strangely at her, stare down he throat, like there was something he wanted to put in her mouth. Then he would peer deep into her eyes, as if he was trying to read her mind or steal into her soul. She could almost "feel" his dirty psychic energy trying to ravage her total being. As if trying to drag her mind to some vile, filthy, dark corner of his warped brain, cover her mouth and then to do unspeakable things to her. He made Dar feel soiled, dirty, cheap... As crazy as it sounds, she felt as if his mind was trying tp "rape" hers... Like some greasy... Hardened... Mental male organ, pushing against her will and forcing himself in.

His words were smooth, yet beneath them Dar felt his wicked sexual energy. It slid deeply between the soft folds of her brain and painfully throbbed. It retracted slowly and then forced its way back in. Her head began to softly pound as her aura was being assailed by his much stronger persona. He would speak, lean towards her and the stare into her eyes... Speak, lean and stare... What was he doing to her? What did he want? A fast carnal image blinked into her mind and in disgust, she shook it from her head. It was an image of his face looking down on her face, she felt restrained... Held down. Now her head throbbed even harder as the ache became more prominent.

His frightening glare became so intense at times, so strong that after a while she stopped looking directly at him and simply kept her eyes glued forward as she watched the soft rain bounce on the windshield, then get pushed neatly to side by the wiper. She listened, he spoke. He questioned, she nodded yes or no. Her breath now came in fast gasp and her heartbeat increased, she sat nervously as she felt his malevolent eyes wash over her big breast, she could almost feel them squeezing and mashing her soft skin, then she felt his eyes slime over her stomach and down to her thighs, Dar wished she would have brought her long jacket instead of her skimpy sweater. Her head pounded harder. She enjoyed being the "eye candy" for some man but this was far too extreme, far too soon! She wanted to turn quickly, catch him staring... Embarrass him in the act of his visual violation of her body, but she was afraid to do so. Her head pounded now, the pain made her squint in its intensity. Dar was afraid. Afraid that if she turned around and caught him glaring at her, he might take her gaze as an invitation and then... Do something... Something she didn’t want to do, something she didn’t even want to think about..

Something scary, disgusting... And very fucked up.

So instead, she ignored his words and her headache and paid more attention to where he was driving, then what he was saying. Cutting into his conversation only to give directions, keeping him on track, that way he wouldn't miss a turn. Right now, all Dar wanted, was to be out of this car and in her home behind a locked door. Dar was afraid, that if she wasn't watching... Wasn't paying close attention, he might "accidently" take a wrong turn, drive her to some place as dark as he... Dark and twice as deserted. So as they turned the final corner, heading to her house, she breathed a sigh of relief. "I made it" she thought "I fucking made it!!" then the dreaded question, she knew he would ask, came out (all dirty old men ask the same question as they pulled up to your door) "So yalla gal, (yellow girl) you got an old man to take care of you or what?"

Trying to avoid the question Dar responded "My name is Dar, not "yalla-gal" or any of those other colorfully expressive nick-names, you older brothers dream up, for us much younger, black women." Dar tried to say in mock humor and faked strength. Dar hated those "complexion oriented cliches" she had heard them all, "High-yella" or "Yella-gal" also "Red" or "Big red" "Big yella-thang" or "thick-n-yella" and the worst of the worst "red boned." Women said it like it was a badge of honor, men said like it was a compliment, when actually it was neither, it was more like an insult. Yes, she was a mulatto and she enjoyed the "special treatment" mulatto women received from both black and white men (The best of both worlds, she called it) but sometimes it got on her nerves, especially when it came out of the mouth of a "sleeze-ball" man, she really didn’t like.

Pete laughed at her abruptness, Dar skittishly laughed as well. She watched her house get closer and closer as Old Pete spoke again "That wuz cute young-gal... It seems like, you got jokes... Good, I like jokes..." the elder man flatly responded. "So Yella Dar.. As I said, you gotta fucken man or what?" Since the first time she felt uncomfortable at his gaze, she avoided looking directly at him, now Dar turned and stared at him in a dumb disbelief. She was shocked, even puzzled that this old, man... This horny old goat, who obviously wanted to get her into bed, had just totally ignored her request and decided to call her what ever he chose... This definitely had never ever happened with a elder "suitor" before. Dar now knew, it was time for her to get the fuck out of his car. At the exact moment they stopped at her house, Dar tried quickly to get out the door, instead Pete grabbed her leg and that's when Dar noticed that Old Pete had really big ass hands. They were old, wrinkled, worn and hard, she could feel the roughness of the calloused palm on her skin even through her jeans. The hand locked vice-like around her thigh, it looked as if they had seen some very hard, very rugged work in their long years, like maybe Old Pete had worked in a quarry pit somewhere, or a coal mine...

Or maybe on a "chain-gang" at some Federal Prison!

She instinctively shivered at that last thought and now, for the first time, she took a real good look at this older man. His upper body was as huge as his hands were big, even in this rather large, luxury car, his mass made it seem, like the car was almost too small for him, like he would fit more comfortably in the cab of a large mack-truck. He wore a baggy Italian-styled sports jacket, yet Dar could still make out the size of his massive forearms. His broad shoulders looked like football pads sitting on the top of each arm as if his jacket had too much padding in the shoulder area, that made his thick neck almost disappear into the broad upper body. His legs were large and much too powerful looking for a man his age, after taking note of his large hands and big body and unable to restrain her feline curiosity even in fear, Dar's eyes played over his lower torso and she viewed a very large bulge, struggling to escape his pants.

Caught in his big, black hand, Dar heard the soft baritone voice grow suddenly cold and ominously stern. "I'm sorry yella-Dar, I didn't hear your reply.." this wasn't a casual request he was giving her, she felt as if she had no choice but answer the big man. With one leg pinned inside the car Dar quickly replied "No, I don't have a man and must you touch me?" Dar decided she was not going to be intimidated by one of the "geriatrics." She was not going to let him see just how much he really scared the hell out of her. The large, powerful hand pulled her back into the car and slowly, purposely traveled from her knee up the length of her leg, the hand stopped, patted her leg twice and then rested itself on her upper left thigh. Dar's heart started to beat like a triphammer, Pete's smile became wider, he licked his lips and moved towards her face, Dar thought fast.

"Ya know, I hate my neighbors..." She quickly blurted out, "It seems they are always in the window minding other peoples business, always doing stupid things like writing down the license plate number of every car that stops in our block." Pete caught the hint, the smile froze on his face and he removed his hand from her lap. Dar let out a sigh of relief, the hand reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a large wad of cash "Look here big Yella... You need a couple of dollars til payday don'tcha?" Dar didn't answer, her eyes were affixed to the large knot of money in his hands. "Daaaammmnn" She said to herself, "This old fool has all kinds of loot!" Dar looked up into the dark, sinister eyes that peered back at her and snapped out of her greedy trance. "Huh? Oh... Uhmmm, Nawww thats o.k..... Well.. I do need it but I don't think I should... But.. I-I" Stone interrupted her confusion, "Hey... Personally, I think a pretty yella thing like yourself should have a sugar daddy to take care of you, but that's none of my business. This is just a loan until you get paid... So how much you need?" Still stuttering and pissed at herself for acting like some inexperienced, foolish young girl, she watched as the jet black hand peeled off some bills, folded them up and push them down inside the "V" of her sweater in-between her large cleavage.

As the hand pulled away, she felt large course fingers, lightly caress the soft skin of her bosom, and she shivered at his sheer audacity. Her mind told her to give the money back, throw it in his face and get out of his car. Her mind warned her that it was dangerous accepting money from this devil, but the greedy part of her spirit, that wanted the cash, also wanted to "get over" on another "dirty old fool." It told her to take the money and get out the car. "Plus" she told herself "This isn't stealing... He simply paid for his ogling her body and fast touch of my tits." Dar finally made up her mind "Uhhmmm... thanks alot" she said, and hurried to get out of the car.

"I'll pay you back, as soon as I get paid..." She said "I promise." His response scared her somewhat when he replied "Yes Dar, you will pay me back..." It sounded more like a frightening promise, then a polite response. She unloaded her groceries out of the trunk of his car and breath a final sigh of relief and waved, as the large car drove finally drove off. "That nigger is either crazy, dangerous (or both)" she said to herself. She pulled the folded bills from between her breast, and counted the money, now she really wished, she had never made the promise. It seemed she promised to pay Pete back over four hundred dollars and though she needed the cash, she knew she could never afford to give that same amount back. "Oh Damnn" she exclaimed "Oh damn." What will she do when he comes back for his money? He now knows where she lives...

"I know what I'll do" She thought later on "I'll only use what I need and no more. I can then give him back all of his money, after simply replacing what was used. After that I'll be done with old, degenerate, scary ass Pete Stone." Dar had good intentions on how she would use the money, but as the saying goes "the road to hell is paved with good intentions." When her boyfriend finally came back with her car, knowing she was mad he snuggled up to her in an vain attempt to have sex. He was immediately dispelled from her house. She wished that she could have held her temper long enough to at least gotten laid before she threw him out but she was far too pissed off. Because of him, she had to accept a ride home from degenerate "Old Pete" and her now defunct"EX" boyfriend, knew exactly how much she hated dirty old men. To Dar, Old Pete was the oldest and the dirtiest, perverted bastard she had ever met and probably the most dangerous.

Around Old Pete, she didn't have to look in his eyes or try to glean his intentions from his words, Pete showed the young girl his lustful Dzire, with every look and every gaze and his hunger dripped on every word, once again Dar shuddered at the thought. Dar spent her money carefully, she paid her rent, filled her car with gas (her ex didn't even have the decency to replace the gas he used) and used only what cash she needed. When she got paid, she thought about paying Old Pete back but now her fear of the old man was long gone and forgotten, so instead of paying him back, she shrugged her shoulders, said a quick "fuck Old Pete" and left the house to go buy herself something nice.

That night Dar went out to a bar in her new outfit, she was horny as hell and needed to get laid (Her exboyfriend also hadn't slept with her for over three months, seeing the only thing he wanted from her was money and the keys to her car.) Tonight she had enough money to buy drinks and coax some drunk, strapping young man into her bed for the night. The next morning however, he would learn the truth about her weak finances and probably leave. By then at least by then, she hoped she would have gotten her hot "cat" fucked good and hard and maybe even licked into a pleasured and blissful submission. The tricks men used, to get her into bed when she was younger, she now used to get young men into bed.

She went out that night, avoiding every place she thought Old Pete might show up at, at one bar she ran into a young men she had always had her eye on. He was young dumb and had a strong back, just the way she liked them. Dar flashed her cash and brought the drinks as the young stud nuzzled up to her. Yes tonight she would get laid, and it wouldn't be from some smelly old geriatric pervert, with a limp dick and a wrinkled body. About midnight a drunken Dar excused herself to go use the bathroom, when she got back, she found the young man gone. After inspecting her purse, she also found her money gone as well! Intoxicated, horny, broke and totally pissed off, Dar went home and fell into a drunken stupor. She had a disturbing dream about something old and black chasing her nude body through a supermarket.

The next day Dar woke up with a monster of hang-over and no clue what she would do next. The money the young boy had stolen was not only the remainder of the money Old Pete gave her, but also her pay from her regular job, it seems the universe was not without a sense of humor and what she had done, had now been done to her. She needed groceries for her children and rent day was fast approaching. Plus, she still had to get back and forth from work and she didn't have enough money to fill her car with gas. A worried Dar, paced back and forth in her living room unsure of her next step, she wondered what she could do or who she could call. Her mind instantly went to where it always goes whenever she was broke and needed quick cash, "the geriatric group" rich old men! She then thought about which one she could call and trick him out of his money. All the elderly gents who were known to always keep money, she had tricked or stolen from them so many times, she could no longer go back. The other gents were still waiting for Social Security and Pension checks to come in, that was about a two week wait and she needed the money now.

Then it hit her. There's only one old fool, who seems to always have plenty of money and who doesn't need to wait for a Social Security or Pension check. "Old Pete! Her mind went back to the wad of cash he pulled from his jacket and she wondered how much money, he kept in the house. She found his number he had given her and then dialed it, "Hello.." came the baritone voice "Uhh H-hello P-pete, this is Dar" came her nervous reply "Hey Yella gal... How the hell are ya? You callin to return my money?" Dar stuttered "U-Uhmm, t-thats the prolem Pete, I was going to pay you back today, but last night some young boy stole my all money at the bar." Then Dar went into her act "I'm so, so sorry Pete" she began to cry mock tears into the receiver "I really wanted to repay you for all your kindness... (Now she sobs louder) Then this shit had to happen... (she begins to bawl) I-I j-just wanted to g-go out and have a good time.. And now... Now... I-I feel s-so bad... so bad.. (Her bawling tears, drift off into pitiful sobs and she breaks down...) "Oh gawd...oh gawd..."

"Dar! Dar!" Old Pete interrupted "Calm down, lil yella girl, that couple of dollars don’t mean shit to me, theres plenty, plenty more where that came from..Hell, I got more than what I gave you, lying around the house!" That's what Dar wanted to hear, not only did she want his forgiveness of her first debt but she also needed to find out if he kept more at home and now she found out he did. She brought her sobs down a notch and said to herself "wait for it... wait for it..." She continued to sob and pitifully moan, then Old Pete asked her the golden question "Yella gal, do you need a couple a dollars to hold you over, til next payday?" -BINGO! He took the bait, hook line and sinker..

(...And our next Oscar goes to... Miss I'll-fuck-you-over-if-I-can Dar Smith).

"Uuhhmm I-I shouldn't... After all you've done for me so far... I j-just can't... Pete I'm sorry I just can't." Dar whined.. "Yes you can and you will, here's my address, come up and pick it up." Dar almost burst out in laughter, this old fool wasn't as smart or as tough as she thought, but still she wanted more "C-can't y-you come by and drop it off?" She didn't want to have to sit in his house and listen to his "old man" questions, and his "old man" proposals and mostly, she didn't want to sit and look into his "old man" beady little eyes.

"I-I wish I could young lady but my arthritis has been acting up something bad and it's too hard on me to move. You do need that money don't-cha?" Dar answered "Y-yes.. Yes I do." After that Old Pete replied "Then come on by the house and get it, I'm stuck in this chair and can't do much. I'm gonna need you to get the money from where I hides it. You gots to hurry up though, I jus took my medicine and it's making me a bit drowsy.." Great, Dar thought, "just fuckin great" She didn't want to go to his house but she had no choice, well at least he's confined to a chair. Who knows, if he falls asleep, I can get him for everything he got... "O.K. Pete, give me the address." She drove out to his house, it was far from town it took over a half hour to get there. She pulled up to the large structure and winced. It was a beautiful house but it looked as old and as ancient as the owner, she jumped out her car and walked up the cobble stone pathway towards the door.

Since he was confined to a chair (hopefully one without wheels) she felt she would tease him with what he wanted most, her body. She was wearing a tight, creme colored, velour sweater, it had a very low cut "V" neck line in front and it fit snugly to her body. Underneath it, she sported a corset with a push-up bra, she once brought from an "on-line sex-shop". The bra cups had a hole cut in each cup, as to neatly allow her large areolas to stick through. She knew the low cut, "V" neck of the sweater and the "push up bra" would show off two of her best assets and the corset would hold in her tummy. Her big breast pressed tightly against the velour material and this would show a seductive outline of her areolas and nipples. This image would make his mouth water and pay more attention to her than to her actions. She also wore a designer, tight leather skirt, with "tease" zippers. One zipper on the front, one zipper on both sides and one zipper in the back that started from the top of the skirt and went down to the hem. The designer probably meant it to be "chic" for the night club, dance genre female, instead it looked sluttish and very, very sexual. The thick, soft black leather skirt fit tight against her ass and hugged it like dark paint on a beige wall. Her outfit was topped off with a pair of black fish net stockings, garter belt, and of course her favorite stiletto high heel shoes.

She looked great and she knew it, she may not have been the sex kitten, she used to be, but the big girl was still incredibly hot with her well-stacked figure. This was the "power outfit" she always wore, when ever she had to meet an older man when she figured he might be an easy mark. She would walk into his house and watch him as his eyes locked on her bosom and then she would sit down... She would sit sort of sideways and look in another direction as she spoke, so the eyes of her intended victim could travel easily, unimpeded up her long big legs and then fix themselves to her garter strap and mulatto colored thighs. Then they would reach for their wallet.

She knocked on the door and a voice came from the other side "come in gal" Dar opened the door and saw Old Pete sitting in a large, comfortable lazy boy chair (All old men like them damn lazy boy chairs she thought). She stood in the door way so his aged eyes could drink in her image. She saw his eyes grow wide with lust, and she smiled to herself and causally walked in. "Hi Pete, how ya feeling?" Dar asked in feigned concern, "Not to well, chil... Not to well. How bout you?" He asked, again Dar mocked her answer in fake sadness "Not to well either Pete... Not to well."

She sat down on the sofa across from where he was sitting and stared at him with her beautiful, dark seductive eyes, her lips were done up in a cherry red lipstick and her long, thick black hair hung on her shoulders she sat with her back straight and her hands folded on her lap. She spoke softly giving him her best "woe is me" look, then she purposely looked around, complimenting him on his house and giving him the opportunity to look at her body. Old Pete eyed her light-skinned cleavage and then his eyes traveled to her breast and then her nipples that poked at the sweater. She crossed her legs and turned sideways as if to look out the window "to the great distance" deep and brooding as she continued to speak, once again Old Pete’s eyes grew wide as they began at her feet and then traveled up her big legs. She watched him out the corner of her eye and smiled to herself, now that the bait had been taken it was time to reel in the fish. Her eyes moistened and she told her story as she continued to look out the window, she then told him she didn’t know what to do and she would do almost anything... Anything (she over emphasized the second "anything") that would help her out of this situation.

"Well maybe I can help you out" Old Pete replied as he eyed her tits, which she made bob up and down with each fake sob. "I do hope so Pete, and god bless you for everything." Pete then told the girl "Go into my room and look on top of the night table, take what you need or take it all if you want." Dar got up and immediately headed towards the bedroom, she purposely walked slow and deliberate, so the old man could drool over her ass. The room was large and mildly decorated. The bed sat in the middle of the room and was king sized. There were four tall post at each corner of the bed and she looked up to the ceiling and saw a mirror above it. "Uggh" Dar thought to herself, "the old bastard likes to watch himself while he’s getting head from a hooker or from some other old woman person." She went over to his night stand and picked up the wad "Oh yesss," she said excitedly "Dar has hit the jack pot." She came out of the bedroom and found the old man fast asleep in his chair, this was her lucky day.

She went back into the bedroom and started looking around. On opposite sides of the bed, against the far walls, Old Pete had two long bureau chest of drawers with large mirrors, that went down their length. At first she found it odd, that a person would buy two of the same bedroom furniture and placed them on both sides of his bed, against the walls, when normally a person would have one long bureau chest, complete with mirror and one tall chest of drawer. Then she thought about how they were placed and the image sickened her. "He likes to watch himself from the top and on both sides as he has sex... Ugggh oh god, that's just too gross." She thought. She went to the first bureau and opened each drawer, as her hands rummaged through his clothes, at the first attempt she found a rolled up wad of fifty dollar bills. "Yesss" Dar exclaimed, she went through the rest of the drawers and after tumbling through all of his personal things, she found nothing. She then went over to the bureau on the other side of bed, and spied a Rolex watch sitting on the top. With a greedy voice now screaming in her head, Dar picked it up and put it on her arm "I can get good money for this." She thought. Normally, she would only take whatever money she found on tables, but need and greed had caught her up and her heart now beat in frenzy delight as she picked up a gold chain and stuffed it in the pocket of her tight skirt.

Feverishly, she then opened the top drawer, she threw around the clothes and found nothing. She went on to the second, and again she found nothing. Feeling frustrated she opened the third drawer, she tore things from the drawer and threw them to the floor. Sweat began to bead up and roll down her temples as a savagely avarice took over, she went through three more drawers and bent down to the last drawer, at the last drawer on the bottom, she hit pay-dirt. "Oh fuck Yessss, Dar has really hit the big, big one." She gasped, what she found out was a rolls of hundred dollar bills, it was at least twenty grand! Giggling wildy She removed the stash and triumphantly stood up smiling, she started fingering through the bills and then an inner voice told her to look into the mirror. Right behind her stood a evil grimacing Old Pete, in his hand was the biggest 357 magnum pistol, she had ever seen and it was aimed at her head.. "Oh shit" she exclaimed, "Oh Shit No".

"Pete, It's not what you think.." Pete loud, deep voice cuts off her words and frightens the young thief to her core. "SHUT DA FUCK UP BITCH.." then he cocks the hammer back. Dar freezes at the harsh metallic sound, unsure what to do next. She has been caught dead to right, with his watch on her arm, his money and jewelry in her hands and stuffed in her pockets. "You tryin to rob me, you dumb fuckin hoe? I offer you a charity and you tryin to steal from me? Don't move one fucking inch or I swear to christ I'll blow your fucking head from your fuckin body!"

Old Pete then scowls and tells Dar "I'm calling the fuckin cops, you dumb bitch and have your thieving ass put away." Now Dar panics.. "Jail... Omigod wait Pete, I can't go to jail! Who's gonna take care of my kids?" Pete coldly answers, "You should have thought about that shit before you started stealing cunt, now put your arms behind your back!" Fearful and in shock Dar complies, she feels the hard, cold barrel press against her head, then she hears a click as cold metal fastens around her wrist. Old Pete has hand cuff, the scared girl and restrained her hands behind her back. He turns her around and then orders her to sit on the bed. He grabs the phone and takes it into his walk-in closet, she hears a muffled conversation then he comes out with two strange looking leather straps. They look like two ordinary thick leather belts, the kind that weight lifters use complete with buckles. What makes them so strange is, on one side of both leather belts are sewn two smaller belts also with buckles attached. It was as if someone had four belts, two large and two small, then decided to sew the large belt and the small belt back to back turning four belts into two new instruments. And not to be used for their original purpose but to be used for something far sinister.

"Oh please Pete, don't tell the cops... I'm sorry, I'll do anything you say, I'll pay what money you want, just don't tell the cops! Dar's panic makes her jump to her feet and run handcuffed from the room. Old Pete snatches her by her long thick hair and jerks as she falls backwards to the floor. "I knew you'd try that yella gal, so it seems I may have to restrain you further until the cops get here." He yanks her from the floor and throws her full figured body across the bed, he licks his lips and evilly smiles as her leather skirt rises up, revealing her garters, her nice thighs a peek of her fat ass. The skirt reveals a small portion of Dar's ass and Old Pete sees that she is wearing a thong. Barely restraining himself, he takes the one leather belt, wraps the large, thicker around her left thigh, pulls the excess leather tightly through the belt loop and buckles it closed. He does the same with the other leg and with the other belt, he leaves the smaller straps unfastened, and left to hang. Dar winces and her eyes slightly tear at the tight restrictive leather bonds around her legs. "W-what are you doing... Please Pete... That's too tight... That hurts..."

He grabs a pillow from the bed and then stands her up, as the leather strap bites painfully into her soft skin, he walks her to the nearest wall, Dar is now confused and a strong terrible fear creeps into her heart, something tells Dar that she may never get another chance to get away from this man and now she prays, that he really did call the police. Old Pete stands the young woman about a body's length away from the wall, he orders her to lean forward to the wall as he holds her up, dumbfounded she does as she is order, then he places the pillow between her head and the wall and then simply walks away. He goes into the living room leaving her alone. When Dar is sure he can't hear or see her, she makes the attempt to pull her head away from the pillow, what she finds is because of the way he has her angled and leaned forward against the wall, it is impossible for her to her to stand straight up! With her hands cuffed behind her back, she can't even push off. She struggles and pulls back as hard as she can, all she manages to do is allow the pillow to fall to the floor, so now her head is resting against the hard wall.

If you think this is far fetch, then dear reader try this in the safety of your own home. Growing up as kids, we called this the "Chinese Prison" Go to the nearest wall in your house and stand about arms length away from it. By using your arms lean forward, and allow your fore head to rest against the wall to support your weight, now put your arms behind your back and try to stand up straight... It’s almost impossible, you'll either use your hands to push off, hurt your shoulder or fall to the floor.

And that's the predicament our heroine was in.

Old Pete smiles as he listens to her struggle and fumble about, every now and then she would call out to him for assistance, his smile widens when he finally hears a loud thump as a Dar falls to the floor. He comes back into the bedroom with three large cushions from his sofa. He steps over her and then goes into his closet and retrieves two soft, winter blankets. He stacks the pillows on one on top of the other and then proceed to wrap the blankets around the cushions. A dazed and handcuffed Dar lays painfully on the floor, trying politely to call his name, yet cursing him under every breath. Old Pete smiled....

Dar glares at him with hateful eyes as she sits up, she also a little puzzled at his actions. "Pete, please takes these dam things off me... I just fell and hurt myself.. Pete are you listening? What are you doing over there?" After he finished rolling the cushions up in two large blankets, he places his bundle in the middle of the bed. He gets up, steps over her sprawled body and leaves the room. Dar can hear him fumbling around in the kitchen, she hears a drawer open up and then close. Still with his magnum tucked behind him, tucked in his belt, he now enters the bedroom with a large Meat cleaver. He stands behind her and easily lifts Dar off of the floor like a child, standing behind her with one arm around her neck, she feels the edge of the cold blade at her throat and she panics. "He means to slit my throat and wrap me in the those blankets!" She thinks to herself, then she screams on the top of her lungs for help. "Go ahead and scream," Pete cooly states.. "No one can hear you way out here" He whispers, his deep, bass voice resounding in her ear. The edge of the knife is pressed so closely to her throat, she’s afraid to swallow. Suddenly the young Mulatto feels something else press against her... Not at the throat, but lower... Much lower, something hard, with some bulk to it...

Holding her close to him, Dar could feel his much larger body pressing up against hers. She also feels a "hard" bulge pressing into her back like a large rock and she remembers how bad the old man wanted to fuck her. Dar thinks to herself, perhaps she can use this knowledge, to not only get out of her hand cuffs but if she plays her cards just right, she may get to keep everything she tried to steal... Except maybe the gold Rolex. Once again, as she did on the phone, she goes into her act. She whines and cries like a little girl caught, in her mothers make-up kit and she does this she subtly, softly, moves her big ass against the large bulge behind her. She feels the bulge swell even larger as she cries and fakes her sorrow, her body moves with each sob and her ass slightly caresses his meat. Now another women might consider that a dangerous risk on her part, handcuff in some strange mans house, handcuffed at knife point, rubbing her ass against the cock of a randy old man, with a gun in his belt but not Dar. She is so confident in her skills, she is hoping that seduction might work where pleading had not.

"If this old fool is horny enough for me." she thinks "Maybe I can even make him shoot his load in his briefs and once satisfied, he'll let me go." she figured if she can make him cum on himself, a sincere "I promise to come back" sould be enough, after all old men are only good for one good cum, then they want food and a long nap. Her worst case scenario she figured, she might have to jerk him off. That last thought made her a little nauseated, she didn't even want to touch his body let alone hold onto his black meat and pull on it, until it spit cum all over on her hand. To Dar, that was too much, she definitely had no plans on trading him sex for her freedom. Dar found older men sexually-disgusting, but if she had to, she would jerk-off this cock until it blew it's aged stringy load, then she would go home and scrub her hands and take a long cleansing shower. Little did she know old Pete had other plans.

Old Pete's cock begins to throb and swell as he remembers the stories he's heard about Dar, he turns her around and puts the large knife down "Good" Dar thinks, "I'm almost home free, maybe another ten to twenty minutes of work, jerk him off quickly and I'm out of here. If he wants sex, I'll tell him I'm on my period and promise to come back." Old Pete reaches behind his back, grabs his .357 magnum and then sits down on the bed. He pulls the young girl over to him until she's standing between his big legs and her crouch is directly in his face. With his pistol in one hand, he grabs her hips and pulls her body closer and then buries his face into her crouch. Even through her tight, thick leather skirt Dar can feel his greedy mouth kissing and gnawing at her womanhood. She looks down and smiles at him with a confident disgusted sneer until his large hands lifts both the velour sweater and the corset and passionately sucks on her bare stomach. She feels his thick tongue dive into her navel and her body uncontrollably shivers and pulls away from its wet assault. "W-whoooa... Pete... D-Don't.. Don't d-do that."

He uses his teeth and pulls down the zipper on the front of her skirt, licking his lips, he opens his mouth and plants his large lips on the soft skin under her navel. Dar feels his mouth pull... Then suck... Harder and harder like a fleshy vacuum, his big lips suck-in until a sharp pain shoots through her belly. "OWwoo Pete! S-stop... That shit hurtz... Owwww...OWwuuu... ssSHHITT.. PLEASE PETE, FUCKIN STOP!!..." When Old Pete does pulls his mouth away from her abdomen, a dark wet bruise is left in it's place. Dar looks down at the stinging mark and replies " Fuck P-Pete... Please don't do that shit... I-I hate those fuckin things on my body." Pete merely smiles as he admires his handiwork "You might as well get used to them, because bitch, I'm putting suck-marks over every inch your yella body!" He then plants his mouth on a spot right below the darken flesh and Dar painfully winces, then cries out again. This is not at all what she planned, she planned on being out of the handcuffs and on her way out of the door instead she is being revolted by the feel of an old pervert's mouth or her hare skin. Again she pulls away, and lets out a breath of anger and frustration as feels something else, she'd rather not.

You see, our girl Dar has a very strong and very hidden, "oral" fixation. Not just the love of giving and receiving "head" mind you, we all have that but a pronounced "fetish" for oral sex being crudely and barbarically "forced" on her against her will. Cruel, rough textured tongues and angry, sucking mouths, covering her well-stacked body with hot spittle and ugly dark marks. She didn't lie, she didn't like hickies if you asked her for permission to give one... But secretly she loved a "hicky" or two if it was done with her struggling and without consent. During the nocturnal hours, on her more hornier nights, when the children were fast asleep. Alone in her bed her mind and her fingers would play and she would envision the mouths of evil bearded men, that would sneer and chuckle at her naked helplessness. They would suck forcefully on her soft, nubile body and made her cry out in pain and futility...

Her oral fantasy had mouths with hard, slime-encrusted, tongues that didn't touch her flesh gently or tenderly like a conscientious, caring lover but lapped on her and wiggled deeply, like a starving dog on a steak bone... Most times it would be multiple mouths, depraved men and hard core lesbians holding her down and taking her by force. Maybe a biker gang, escaped prisoners or a group of hooligans. Wicked sex-starved people with a hunger for her flesh... They would hold down and pry her legs open, their mouths would angrily squeeze her flesh, painfully suck her neck, her shoulders and her tits.. Their mouth would then move down and slurp into her open cunt... Insanely they would lick and suck on her tender clit.. In her mind, she would be walking through a park or just stepping out of the shower, strong hands would seize hold and throw her down. She could hear the laughter and the jokes, then they would fall upon her like a pack of wild animals. All she can do is pitifully struggle but unable to stop them.

The cruel mouths that laughed at her shame, called her filthy names and humiliated her. Next she would envision strong, powerful men griping her hips and lifting her off the bed, roughly placing her struggling legs over their shoulder and then ravaging her with their mouths. As her fingers carried her higher, she visualized barbaric Africans with big mouths and strong thick lips that jerked and sucked noisily on her clit, pulling its knobby swollen surface out from under its fleshy, protective sheath...

Dar would lay under sweat soaked sheets as her well-stacked body writhe, her big hips would lift, shudder and drop, as her legs spread wide and her fingers imitated the fat slimy, nasty tongues, that lived in her dreams. In her mind an "evil" tongue wiggled and lap her breast and pushed into her womanhood as another thick, wiggling, "evil" tongue would squirm into her tight ass... In her mind, she fought and struggled against unseen arms and invisible powerful hands, as she screamed in helpless frustration and sinful lust as the "evil" mouths laughed at her wanton, struggling body and called her terrible, cruel names. The swollen wet things wiggled inside every hole.... Tight openings were forced into... Private places were washed and covered in slimy spit by stubble covered organs, that were meant for communication and not what was being done to her... The Licking... The Sucking... Against her will... Violating... Laughing... Making her feel cheap and shameful as her body continued to thrash promiscuously and unrestrained in her bed, enjoying in fantasy what her mind would not accept in reality. The "evil" mouths made loud, wet "sucking" noises in her minds eye. They left dark bruises all over her. "fantasy" mouths, that didn't give a shit about her tears or her pleas, nor cared what she thought or how she felt, these mouths took her... Raped her... In her mind, she would lock her jaws and tighten the muscles where the fleshy probes attacked, yet they twisted, jiggled and then violently pushed into her...

Dar's closed eyes would suddenly squeeze even harder... Her sweaty brow would wrinkle... Her body would tighten and then buck... Then she would bite her lip so the kids couldn't hear...

This nightly fantasy would send strong climatic tremors, throughout her full-figured, wet body but these were the "fantasy" mouths of the "imagined" wicked and the "illusionary" perverse. Profane fairy creatures she made up in her own sexually, frustrated mind. The "mouths" raped her in the dark corners of her imagination, were not real...

Until now.

Old Pete's nasty and obscene, tongue eagerly assaults Dar's skin unhampered. She feels a feral ember try repeatedly to spark and ignite itself into a sexual blaze and she uses every iota of concentration, she can muster to douse the simmering flame and try to regain some control. But the human body though flesh, is still bio-mechanical in nature, hers is used to responding to auto-erotic stimulation. Her body ignores her mind and through clamped jaws, unintentionally, she lets out a soft, almost inaudible groan as she pulls back again. "OooOOooshhit...W-wait! P-Pete..." She stutters "Let my hands f-free so I can do y-you.." But Old Pete wasn't listening to the young buxom girl, he was caught up and living out his own personal fantasy. He large arms were wrapped around her hips, and his hands griped her big ass as he pulled her back into his face. The wild tongue and hungry mouth went back to work, his mouth and his stubble tongue reminded her of her fantasy. She pushed that thought from her mind as he grabbed the zipper between his teeth and pulled it down further, this time the fearsome mouth was on her pubic mound and even through her panties, she could feel him work it's lustful, greedy magic on her.

Dar was hairy, a head full of long, thick black hair was proof of that, she never liked having a hairy crouch so she kept it shaved smooth, right now it was that smoothness that was becoming her undoing. Without the hairiness there would be no barrier, no cushion between her freshly shaved, smooth skin and the wet, cruel intentions of her oral rapist. Old Petes mouth danced licentiously over every inch of Dar's hairless mound, she shifted her hips and pulled from side to side, yet every place she moved the tongue was there. All she could feel was a rough, unshaven face push itself further into her crouch, a rough wet tongue that raked at her exposed flesh and a bestial, unyielding, slurping mouth, that would not be denied. His foul mouth had never, tasted such baby soft skin on a shaved young cunt before, his big detestable lips moved, pushed, opened and slurped. This sent shivers up Dar's back... His teeth raked the supple flesh... He brutally sucked on the soft area of her inner thigh, purposely leaving dark marks on her skin. His tongue thrashed passionately, to Dar it felt as if it was alive... A tenticle, stroking and leaving mucus on her skin as it searched for an opening...

The lips and tongue worked in unison, the lips would nibble up and the tongue would lick back down, tasting... exploring.... First her navel, then down on her abdomen, then down to her hairless mound. His mouth felt like it was everywhere at once, leaving her lower torso sopping wet in Old Pete's thick spit. The experienced old man licked across her stomach, to the left side of her body, once he was there, he pulled her flesh into his mouth and clamped down, not with teeth mind you but with pressure. There's a large nerve in that region and once that "pressure point" is pinched, it sends electric wild fire up and down that side of the body. Done right, it can be maddening, Old Pete did it right. Dar screamed as her left side felt as if a thousand tickling needles ran up one side of her body, her leg shuddered and almost collapsed. It was the most extreme, tickling, erotic sensation she had ever felt and Old Pete, was just getting started.

When his tongue darted in between her legs, she almost swooned. "Oh s-shit..." Dar thought " Ohh fucken shit " she bit her lip to keep from letting him hear her, she yearned to open her legs and just submit to his punishing mouth. Let him have his "oral" way on her cunt, let his mouth force her body to a far, long, over due orgasm.. It would be so sweet. "This old bastard is good... Too damn good" She said breathlessly to herself. Her body wanted more... Her cunt wanted more... Her body wanted to be covered with wet, dark, painful marks from this wild, wretched thing. Her cunt wanted to see how well this ancient and experienced mouth, could be... See how well this forceful tongue could lick her into orgasm... Her clit burned to feel old, experienced lips pull at it... Suck it hard.. Then slap it with an wet, angry, demanding tongue... Bite it with expert teeth.

Dar slept only with young men, young boys with little to no oral sex experience. Their only attributes, was young lean, hard bodies and youthful stamina, now her fetish was being performed on her by an experienced, sexual deviant and it was too much. Not meaning to, she squealed out loud... "OOHH S-SHHIITTT!" At one point her hips instinctively pushed against his tongue, seeking to feel more of the malefic sensation... Her mouth opened at its wiggling touch and she gasp and shook her head.

Then angrily, Dar pulls away but the mouth and tongue would not give up, strong hands pulled her hips forward angain and the mouth and tongue went intrusively under the silk material of her thong panties. She could feel his hot spit coat her cool skin as the vile mouth slurped noisily just above her snatch. The sounds of his sucking, slurping mouth assailed her ears and sickened the young girl. Out of her field of vision, she could feel his head resting against her stomach, as his mouth worked on her flesh and then it move down below her cunt. Old Pete pries her legs open as panic and realization hits Dar and she realizes, her struggles are in vain and she squeezes ger eyes close and prepares for the next assault. Suddenly a fully extended, stubble tongue leaves his mouth and viciously laps upward... Dar's eyes open wide and bulge, she let out a loud gasp of stunned surprise, small stars go nova, and cloud her vision.

She had almost fainted, when she felt the tongue's powerful tip penetrate the lips of her vulva, move vigorously upward, it hooked under her clit and strong black lips suck noisily, wetly on her clit... and then the lips pull on the clit... The mouth sucks and the tongue moves vigorously. It caresses, laps long and hard... Slowly... Then it speeds up again and covers her clit in rapid movement. She squeezes her eyes shut and bites her lip as the mouth pull even harder... Again she squeals... A demanding tongue laps.. She shudders... It insanely rubs back and forth... He smiles to himself as her salty flavor fills his mouth. His swollen tongue jerks repeatedly lapping in her juices and stabs her cunt... Almost beast-like it moves into her... It comes back out ans uses spit and her juices to wash over her swollen knob.

She then feels the powerful lips grab the tender knob and suck on it with a monstrous, noisy glee as the evil tongue laps again and again, circles and then stabs. Dar can't handle anymore of this treatment.... Her mouth is open, she intends to utter her protest, call him a name, say anything that would make him stop but at that moment the tongue touches the right spot and rubs.... "Ohhhhhhhh S-Shhhiiiitttt..." she screams, her body leans forward and her hips raise... "Y-you b-bas-youbastard.. You-oo-OOoouf-fuckinbastard... UHNnn God..." She groans "Uhnnn-N-nooo..." She moans, Unwillingly, she drinks in the oral pleasure... She wants to cum... Wants to explode... She wants to relax and just ride... Ride his stiff tongue to an orgasm...

Then she tries to once again, to deny the pleasure, even as she allows him to pull her hips back and forth, making her fuck his face... Ride his tongue with her swollen clit.... Each time he pulls her forward the savage tongue tears into her womanhood... (It rubs and thumps against her clit) She's near her mark... (The mouth sucks, the lips pull...) Her point.. Her point of no return, (more lapping, more licking, more rubbing...) His mouth is cruel to her pussy... (It's all over her cunt.. Sucking... Pulling... the lips) So evil to her flesh...(The tongue dances madly, as if with a mind of its own) Her breathing becomes shallow, her mouth is open, so hard for her to breath... Short gasp (Sucking noises.. So loud... Her clit.. Her clit) She can't think... care barely breath... uncontrollable... (Sucking noises... Tongue, rubbing her spot! Her fuckin spot! How did he know?) As the teeth bite the clit, a large, wet black finger, leaves the mouth, goes around her wide hips, crosses over her big cheeks and savagely squeezes between them and push into her virgin ass. Dar screams out on the top of lungs...

"NNNOOOH... OHHH.. OOHHH.. OOHH.. NOOO... NOOHHOO... OOOHHH... F-FUCCCKNNOOOH.. N-NOOHH... N-NNOOOHH.. OOOHH... OOOHHHHH... FUUUUCCCKKKKKEN.. OHH SHHHITTT..."

Dar's ample body goes through a series of sporadic tremors as it climbs speedily towards climax... Her eyes roll up into her head and her eye lids squeeze violently shut. The muscles and veins in her neck bulge and jut to the surface of her smooth skin, her head jerks back, then from one side to the other, Dar first bawls, abruptly stops and painfully lets out a deep guttural groan as involuntary muscles in her cervix spasm wildly... Her big round ass involuntarily shakes, then suddenly thrusts forward. Her hungry clit receives more intensified, painful pleasure, she groans... The sound is loud and sensual, his tongue moves and slides unmercifully... Then spastically her hips jerks back as if touched by electric heat... She lets out another loud grunt as Pete's dark finger pushes deep into her anus... Her butt cheeks swiftly tightens at this new violation... Another jerk forward... Her wide hips slap into his face, the evil tongue rubs as the mouth sucks a quivering, highly sensitize clit... She screams... Again her powerful hips jerk back in an instinctive attempt to get away and again a round succulent ass rides a large, wet, dark finger, this time to the hilt... Her spasming, jerking body goes through this dance again and again, tongue.. Finger... Tongue... Finger Tongue... Finger! Pulling from one extreme, to the ravages of the other, Dar begs, pleads as she rides her orgasm to its unholy fullness...

At the zenith of her climax... She transcends anything she has ever felt before... Her body sends a massive overdose of electrical impulses and endorphins through out her quaking frame, Dar rises up on her tippy-toes, clenches her ass muscles together and squeals long and loud through clenched teeth, sounding more like a pig stuck on a pike, then a woman in the mad throes of passion. Her orgasm sounds hard... Even painful... Yet also sweet, and so damn blissful.... She has never had an orgasm as intensified as this, the bound girl hysterically laughs... Then she bawls... Then she laughs again. She bites her lip as if trying to hold back a flood, her features squinch tightly together and all color leaves her face, the dam breaks, her mouth opens wide and Dar lets out a long sorrowful, rapturous howl. Her curvaceous body shakes viciously as if trying to hold something in, then she grunts out the words "Ohhmiifuckingaaawd" and her worn down body finally lets go. She sobs as a stream of female cum juice flows from her and runs down her leg. She had heard of women who said they've had wet "shooting" orgasms before, she never believed them... She does now. Old Pete's mouth is quick and ready, his tongue slides it bumpy surface up her thigh and greedily drinks in her seminal fluids. His mouth then locks onto her snatch and sucks her wet hole dry. This makes Dar groan as if in pain, the groan is followed by a high pitch squeal. Dar insanely shudders at this renewed sucking on her clit, after such a fierce orgasm the pressure on the sensitized area is too extreme... Too much, she can handle no more pleasure.... It almost hurts! Her legs grow weak, they shake profusely and then they begin to buckle underneath her. She tries to hold on but her mind clouds and her head swims... Dar collapses to the floor.

She slams her big legs tightly together and uncontrollably cry and moan, her body releases one last shiver as a sensation crawls quickly up her spine. After that, Dar lays her sweaty head against the wall. Spent and tired, she rest her head trying to catch her breath and calm herself down. Her hair, her blouse, her body is soaked with sweat and Old Pete’s spit. After she catches her breath and regains some composure, she looks up at the old man sitting on the bed. From the floor, she glares at Old Pete with hate filled eyes, her big legs still clamped together as her clit continue to softly, throb....

(Continued Next Time) "Lust Gone Wild" or "Dar talks too much"