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Greetings to you'se all. Over the past year we has taken a number of
stories (about 200) from a site what gets paid by perverts that likes
demeening women. To kill off their evil site and make sure they gets
paid nothing in future we is now going to give you their stories for
free - starting this Friday.
This is unless they takes down their site beforehand and stops selling
this shit. The site we took these stories from is bdsmbooks.com
To proves we has their stories - here is the start of the one we is
posting in full on Friday 20th January. We will then post others every
few days until the site is dead.
If you enjoy this shit then you is a perv too - but you might as well
wank to it for free as pay for it.
ENSLAVED by John Argus
copyright John Argus
downloaded from bdsmbooks.com
One
Nicole Moore was bored. That was nothing new, of course. Nicole was
often bored. It seemed to her that every year that passed she got a
little more bored with her dull, dreary life and the dull dreary people
who inhabited it. She wasn't sure quite what to do about this
unfortunate situation, but had more than a few ideas.
Those who knew Nicole Moore had ideas about how to alleviate boredom
too, and most of them involved stripping whatever clothes she was
wearing off the buxom, lithe young woman, spreading her out naked, and
plunging their rigid cocks deep into whatever hole happened to be most
readily available.
That Nicole, Nicky to her friends, was a jaded, bored young girl/woman
unlikely to be impressed with their efforts mattered little to them.
Nicole was a round faced girl, with deep, smouldering hazelnut eyes.
She had thick, dark brown hair which flowed across her smooth ivory
shoulders like spun silk and framed a face with a small, snub nose,
full, seductive lips, and perfect white teeth.
She had a lithe, hourglass figure, with long, perfectly sculpted legs
and a magnificently rounded bottom that pushed out attractively behind
her and drew every male eye she passed like a magnet.
The teenager slouched more often than not, but when standing straight
it was obvious that her full young breasts were large and round and sat
high and firmly on her slender chest. They were of such firmness that
were she in a city people might have thought they were phoney.
But everyone knew Nicky, for she'd been born in Sanford, Wyoming, and
lived there all her life. Sanford was a town of some twelve hundred
people, less, she knew, than many big city high schools.
Sanford had one main street, which had small shops on one side and
houses on the other. The shops mostly served the surrounding farms, and
none was very big.
The highway ran past the edge of town, separated from it by a wide,
deep drainage ditch. Cars sped past, stopping only at Carmela's Diner
to have some coffee or a burger.
It was a hot, muggy August morning, and Nicky was dressed for it in a
pair of tight cutoffs which hugged her perfect behind like a second
skin, and a green, long-sleeved shirt, with the sleeves ripped off, and
the bottom pulled up below her breasts and knotted together there. She
wore no bra, and the thin fabric of the top pulled int tightly around
her firm breasts, lifting them and pushing them together so that a
straying eyes might see the soft perfection of her cleavage and the
small dimples of her nipples.
She wore no underwear between the flesh of her body and her tight
cutotff shorts, and the bottom of each buttock peeked lewdly out from
underneath the frayed material in back as the groin dug into her sex
tightly in front.
As usual, with nothing to do, she was walking along main street,
apparently oblivious to the eyes cast her way, slouching, lounging,
yawning, strolling, and looking bored.
Nicky knew just what images the sight of her brought to men, even the
righteous churchgoers who ranted about her tight clothes and went to
church every Sunday to demand others repent their sins. She knew full
well that even as they tore their eyes away from her and turned their
noses up in self righteous indignation their minds were filled with
lust and desire for her, and with thoughts about her naked body exposed
to their carnal desires.
But this not only did not daunt her but, rather, encouraged her to
lower the standards of her dress even further. For it amused her to see
such starchy, priggish men try to hold their eyes off her cleavage or
exposed buttocks, and amused her even more to turn her eyes away from
them, letting them feast their eyes on her body, and then whip her eyes
back to catch them in the act.
On this day, a hot July, the heat was beating down on her head from
above and reflected up from below by the cracked pavement underneath.
She turned into Jack's Grocery, a white, clapboard building with a Coke
sign in the window, and opened the screen door to let herself inside.
It slapped closed behind her and she blinked her eyes in the darker
interior as she walked down the aisle to where the drinks were.
Billy Forbes was leaning over the counter, slumped there reading a
comic book. His eyes rose as soon as she entered, and followed her
every movement as she slouched down to one of the coolers, opened it
and pulled out a bottle. She opened the bottle and slouched back to
him.
"Hey, Mr. Forbes," she said, her voice weary sounding from the heat.
"Hello there, honey. Hot 'nuff fer ya?"
"Too hot," she sighed, brushing back her thick bangs and rubbing a
hand over her sweaty forehead.
She lifted the bottle and formed her mouth into a kiss as she brought
it to her lips. She consciously raised it slowly, sliding her lips down
the neck as she closed her eyes and let the liquid flow into her mouth
and down her throat.
Forbes eyes flicked back and forth between her soft lips, wrapped
around the neck of the bottle in a way that gave him a nearly instant
erection, and the way her firm, full breasts pushed out tautly against
the thin material of the shirt bound together below them.
He licked his lips as she slid her lips off the bottle and smiled up
at him.
"That'll be a dollar," he said.
She smiled at him apologetically.
"Could you wait till' my allowance on Thursday, Mr. Forbes?"
He frowned. Forbes was not a man who gave credit, not to anyone. On
the other hand...
She bent forward to gaze at the magazines on the rack in front of the
counter, and Forbes' breath caught as he looked down the front of her
shirt at those perfect white breasts held together there by the knotted
shirt. They glistened in the light as the girl sweated.
She stood up and Forbes moved around the counter to be closer to her.
"Now you know I don't give credit, Nicky, honey."
"Awww, come oooon, Mr. Forbes," she pouted, tilting her pretty face to
one side and gazing at him soulfully.
"Well, seein' as how you are one of my favorite customers," he smiled.
"Maybe I'll consider it. If you give me a kiss for collateral."
"Just a kiss?" she teased, holding the bottle against her chest,
pulled back between her breasts.
"S'long as it's a good one," he grinned.
He looked out the window first, then grinned down at the teenager and
reached out to her shoulders. He pulled her in gently against him, his
hands sliding down her back as he pressed his lips against hers. He
felt her tongue pushing against his and felt his heart skip a beat.
His hands slid further down, down past the waistband of her cutoffs,
down over the smooth, round buttocks, fingers questing for the bottom
where they peeked out and he could feel the lush, downy flesh. His
fingers curledin, squeezing and kneading them as he pushed his own
tongue against Nicky's. He felt her heavy breasts pressing firmly into
his chest as his lips slid wetly against hers, and jerked a hand up off
her buns to push up between their bodies.
He cupped her left breasts, feeling a wave of lust at how soft and
firm and fat it was. His hand squeezed it, making the warm flesh ooze
out between his fingers.
Then she wriggled aside and smiled coyly at him.
"It's too hot for long kisses," she said, sauntering towards the door.
Forbes looked at her with longing, his cock throbbing inside his pants
as he watched her perfect bottom swing its way out the door. He cursed
softly, fantasising about yanking her back in, tearing her clothes off
and fucking her good and hard.
"Slut," he muttered to himself.
Of course, Nicky was gone then, or at least, out of hearing range. She
was wandering up the street, sucking occasionally from the bottle. She
felt a little hot on the inside. She had felt Forbes' erection pressed
against her belly before pulling away, and knew that even now he was
dreaming about ramming his cock into her pussy hole.
There were a lot of boys who had claimed they'd fucked Nicky Moore,
but none had. Nicky hadn't found anyone in what she considered a
rotten, miserable little town that she wanted to give her cherry to.
In point of fact, she had no cherry, having popped it herself years
back with her fingers. Since then all manner of things had gone up her
tight little pussy, candles, carrots, cucumbers, hairbrush handles, and
of course, her fingers.
No cock had ever slid between her pussy lips, though.