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I left the bar and made my way home, the few drinks I had, had tempered my day’s anguish and frustrations at work, I knew deep down alcohol was not the answer, but just to find the peace and solace a place to gather ones thoughts and feel that warm glow of escapism as the outside world hectically flies past.
Filing for divorce against an errant husband leaves and angry streak running through you. You want to get even because everyone told you so, but you chose to remain confident you could change him, but in the end, your faith wastested and burned and crashed.
By the second wine I was ready to leave, perhaps pick up a bottle at the Licenced Grocers on the corner and maybe a Pizza, another night in front of the telly, maybe grab a DVD, I laughed inwardly at the last thought, ‘Rent a Porno and have a session with my vibrator’. God knows it’s been months since I had good sex and as those thoughts refreshed my libido, I started to gather my things and get ready to go, I was suddenly very horny and cast a glance around the darkened room for any possible males looking for a bit of action, but sadly there were none, ‘Typical’, I thought, ‘men are like buses’, that thought brought a laugh to my strained face, ‘three men was my sexual fantasy’.
I made my way across the street and with a deliberate stride in my step I knew of a small seedy DVD shop that had a good selection of porn, women’s porn, toys and literature and men who followed you around with intent to m*****, I always fancied being fucked in a sex shop, with other men watching with their cocks in their hands waiting their turn with me.
I heard a wolf whistle and glanced in his direction and smiled, perhaps he will see that as a sign of acceptance and follow me, who said women fancy a good r****g, I could feel the wetness between my thighs telling me I was ready and in the mood, by the time I reached the video store, pushed the door and walked inside.
Typically I walked to the film section and browsed whilst secretly eyeing the people already engrossed in choosing their movie, there was a young couple and she looked as if she had just thrown on some clothes and most had missed her skinny frame, her boyfriend kept feeling her ass and I felt a pang of jealousy, his fingers would drown if he felt me down there.
I edged along the rows of films and came to the room marked ‘Adult’, this was where I bought my vibrator and ‘Ben Wa Balls’, now called ‘Luna Beads’, electronic vibrations in a small but neat package, great for the ‘Kegal’ Pelvic muscles
I have to give it to the Swedish peoples, that company ‘Lelo’, are keeping half the western world of divorcees happy.
I cast a glance into the cavernous room I see one body at the base of a row of porn, his feet pointing towards the movies, the women’s section at his back, I could go inside and be confrontational, men are funny that way, when they see a woman studying the porn covers of DVD’s, they get embarrassed but aroused, we become ‘Slags and Whores’, holes to be cummed upon, as they pleasure themselves at our freedom to look at the same thing they want, I was flashed in there once, which was laughable, as he could not even get it hard for me, I felt cheated.
That’s sex for me, it’s a function not love. I see sex as something we all need to do an emotion where opposites work better, Black and White, Old and Young, Ugly and Beautiful, Pain and Pleasure, my best sex was like that, polar opposites, never the Prince charming type, never the men who kiss your ass or put you on a pedestal to worship you, I like men who see me as something to be used and discarded, like a used condom.
I was getting hot, my thoughts had urged me back into the room and now it was all about bravado, I could feel the urge to tease, a man ans a woman showing they both wanted to do something sexual, just being in that room with sex aids and toys and hundreds of explicit photos on DVD covers, we both wanted sex and I walked to the end of the row and turned to see him looking at me, aghast and excited, a young and beautiful women wanting sexual release, just us, and I smiled warmly and ever so slightly, bowed my head, as if in an act of subservience, a small nod of approval as I stopped and picked up the first DVD, a group of black guys hung like horses and a naked white chick with blond hair like my own.
I smiled with a naughty thought in my heart, I sort of liked stuff like that, and knowing he was looking at me I put it back and stepped a little closer to him, sensing he was trying to see what was titillating me. I could feel the booze in me was making slightly dizzy as my sexual urges were propelling me, I could see he was watching me closely through the long strands of my hair that covered my face. I deliberately bent over and went down onto my haunches, feeling my already short skirt rise up my thighs, deliberately pointing my knees pointing in his direction.
I reached out and scanned the lower row, my finger tracing each DVD cover, as if fondling each cover with my feminine touch of approval, ‘That’s a good one’, he said hoarsely and I looked up from my crouching position, my face level with his crotch, ‘What!’, continuing with, ‘this one’, my finger going back to the one I had touched when he spoke.
I smiled warmly, I wanted to be friendly, after all, we both wanted the same thing, and I picked it up and stood up alongside him and looked at the sleeve, ‘Caligula’, ‘it had a string of good actors and actresses, it was made by Tinto Brass, and Bob Guccione’, he continued.
‘Why is it in the porn section’, I asked him, genuinely curious, ‘You see a lot of real fucking’, he replied, studying my face for a reaction to the word ‘fucking’, there was none, instead I asked him what he had, and he handed it to me, ‘Bondage’, the cover showed young women tied up and being touched and posing in awkward positions.
‘I have never really gotten into it’, I said quietly, ‘but I have to admit to being curious’, I continued.
‘Have you ever tried any knots’, he asked me? I smiled, my pussy felt knotted as we spoke, we were getting into a sexual conversation that could only be resolved by fucking, ‘When I was in the Girl Guides’, I started with a malicious look in my eyes, ‘we used to tie each other up and that was fun, feeling helpless and open to the elements’, little girl speak for abuse.
‘Yes, the women I tie up actually like to say no when I start touching them’, he retorted thickly, not quite believing he was actually talking to a real woman about tying her up and fucking her and I was getting off on the idea.
My head felt as if it was going to explode, we weretesting each other, I knew I wanted to be tied up and fucked I was convinced after eight months of forced celibacy, I would have explosive orgasms being subdued and forced to do things I did not want to do.
‘Shall we watch them together’, I challenged him, barely able to get the words out, he was a lot older than I, and his age made him uglier in a nice sort of way, and for me to be tied up allowing him the pleasure of control, my question was more of a plead than a query, and he sensed it and replied, ‘Yes, why not’.
‘You live close by’, I asked him as my need for a man just released a steady stream of vaginal lubrication running down my inner thighs?
‘Just around the corner’ he replied. I handed him the DVD’s and said, ‘You take these out and I will across the street and get some wine, meet you outside’, and started to walk to the entrance, each step feeling my pussy respond to my thighs as they crushed my swollen labia and they in turn my clitoris (Now you know why horny women cross their legs and rock them left and right).
A bottle of Rose wine and a half bottle of Vodka, as if I needed lubrication, the slender neck of the Rose bottle was tempting, I just wanted my pussy to grip onto something, eight months since my last fuck, I wondered if the girl at the cashiers desk could see my need in my eyes?
I hurriedly went back across to where he was waiting, ‘I did not think you would come back’, he said, looking as if I were some dream, and who could blame him, what are the chances a man would meet a girl half his age in the pron section of a video store and want to be tied up and abused as much as he wanted to do it to her?
I slipped my arm through his and we began walking, ‘Can I call you Daddy’, I whispered to him? ‘Yes’, he replied, smiling at my simple request, I looked at him, then said in a little girlish voice, ‘Daddy, I have been a naughty girl’, we stopped walking and faced each other, by now we had turned into his street, it was dark as the lamp closest to us had gone out, giving a sense of security and a sense of fear, and my sweaty hand holding the plastic bag almost slipped from my grasp as he leaned forward and kissed me full on my mouth, I pushed my tongue into his mouth, feeling the hard edge of his false teeth, reminding me of the vast age difference, and the dam just broke.
All the pretense and story telling, the innuendo and the total lack of cock in my sex starved pussy for eight frustrating months burst forth into my needy action as I let the bottles slip to the ground and I crushed myself against his shocked body.
I felt between his legs for the tell-tail sign of a cock, a hard-on, anything, but there was nothing to indicate he wanted me as badly as I needed him right now.
I stopped kissing him and looked into the darkened shadiness of his face, ‘What’s up’, I asked in desperation as my fingers gently massaged his flaccid penis, praying for life so I could mount him and finding his zipper and easing it fully open.
‘You want your cock sucked here’, I asked him through gritted teeth, as my knees buckled and I sank down onto them in the middle of the darkened pavement and licked him as my fingers teased him out into the evening cool air, my warm breath and wet tongue and began blowing him for all to see.
I was past caring, I needed him hard to fuck me, here and right now, I cared not who saw us, in fact the more the better, I was like him, a local girl who might be recognized, like some girls I knew, who had a steady stream of men who turned up at their front doors for a quick fuck, because she had a reputation for doing it, I was so horny I wanted badly to be one of those girls, but social constraints and upbringing had blocked me brain and restricted the feelings I was experiencing right now.
I had been sucking his cock for a few minutes when he pulled me to my feet, ‘Let me put these on you’, he said as I felt the hard smooth objects he was holding and now clamping onto my wrist.
It was handcuffs and as they made that familiar clicking as they bound my slender wrist I felt his cock jerk in my other hand, as I gently squeezed it to life, the warm blood was flowing at last he was getting hard so much so I never really felt my wrist being cuffed, my arm being wound around my back and my other hand torn from his cock and cuffed to the other. ‘Now I have got you’, he said with a sinister tone in his voice.
‘My filthy, dirty, slutty daughter’, I felt relief momentarily, he was calling me his daughter as I suggested to him, ‘Yes Daddy’, I pleaded as he took hold of the drinks bag and forced me forward towards his home, his motions more determined his strength renewed, ‘Daddy’, I pleaded, suddenly scared as I twisted against my restraints.
He stopped walking and turned me and forced my back against the stone wall, reached under my skirt and run both his hands all the way up to where my pussy gaped, he tore my panties down my legs and off over my shoes, ‘You little cunt’, he said maliciously, bringing the sodden mass of cotton and vaginal secretions of my evident need for a man to his nose.
He breathed in heavily, his eyes were black, like a shark about to embark on a feeding frenzy, I could smell myself from my wet panties, but my smell was doing something more to his senses than mine, I could feel his cock press against my naked pussy as my skirt was trapped high above my hips and I moved to encourage him to penetrate me and fuck me in public.
I pleaded and begged in whispers for a fuck, but he responded by forcing my panties into my mouth, adding to my feeling of helplessness, I was compliant possibly more up for it than he was, but I instinctively knew my fear was real enough, he was only responding to my inability to stop him, the more I struggled, and he overcame me, the more turned on he became, it was the classic **** scenario.
‘If all else fails and the man is inside you doing it, relax and go with him, you stand a better chance of survival’. Her voice echoed in my head, I had attended **** therapies and that last sentiment rang true, let the perpetrator think you are enjoying it and he will let you go, even give you his phone number for more meetings.
When these men are caught and brought to court, they always say we were up for it, and this is why, never mind that some of us actually get off being forced then get to see the violator go down for time, knowing your pussy was the last one he was inside and the lasting memory on his mind for the coming years ahead.
We reached the stone steps of his close and began the push upwards, I stumbled and fell forward, my skirt rising to expose my naked bum to his lust. He fell atop of me and I could feel him handle himself by swiping his cock between the soft folds of my buttocks, lubricated by my overly producing wet pussy.
He grunted like a boar mounting a sow in heat and I felt him go inside me, I gasped, eight months did dull the memory of penetration, but now, it was as if my virginity was being retaken and all of my crotch was alight once more, as I started grunting like the sow I felt I was, as I screamed my pleasure into my bunched panties stuffed in my mouth, ‘Oh Daddy’ flashed through my sex starved brain, ‘fuck me, fuck me’, as I settled into a humping back at his thrusting, ‘One, Two, Three,. Four,’, I counted his strokes as he pleasured himself inside my pussy, then he stopped and slowly and teasingly pulled out of me, leaving my buttocks searching for his penis, as if a whale was gasping for air.
I screamed, ‘Daddy’, into my knickers, and he laughed sadistically, he relaxed and I could feel him on my arse again as I twisted under him, trying to guide him home into me, ‘No Daughter’, he hissed into my ear, ‘not in there, in here’, and before I knew he was forcing his cock up my arse, and I counted again with each dead stroke, as there was no feeling, just pain as the lubrication for penetration had not gone deep enough up my arse, he anally fucked me face down on those cold hard stone steps, using my soft buttocks to cushion his thrusts, the sheer pleasure he took from my discomfiture, the tearing of my pubes on the edge of the stone and rawness of my clitoris crushed under his weight.
I endured as my class lecturer had suggested and eventually we shifted our weights and positions, suddenly there was an unexpected pleasure being felt inside my pussy, he was long enough to push hard against the thin membrane separating my holes, he was pushing roughly into my hidden ‘G’ spot and giving me the ultimate pleasure and I groaned out loud to tell him I was cumming, he stopped moving, but I continued until the very last vibration had finished coursing through me.
I was satisfied, he had visited my every fear and dream, he drew out my desires and satisfied me beyond my wildest dreams. Men like him really do know a thing or two about satisfying the lust of women in heat, no wonder we allow them to do what they do to us.
Sex is not about love, men who put us on pedestals don’t satisfy us, it’s men who overpower us, men who are different, men who come onto our computers and groom us, dirty men, old men, ugly men, men who expose themselves and shoot cum into our faces, sex is about reproduction and the thoughts and dreams that make us wet and hard, open our legs to show ourselves to you who dare to look for something considered impossible, ‘I let him fuck me because I felt sorry for him’, yes I have echoed those sentiments like many of my sisters have, I get horny and want to fuck, that is the truth, that is why I go into bars on my own, walk down dark streets and wander into parks.
‘She was asking for it, the way she dressed and teased’. ‘That’s it boys, you’re getting the message right, see you all in Princess street gardens after midnight’, I’m usually naked.
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