Intuitive Reasoning (Mg, MF, Anal)

By Osric 134


The skinny girl stood outside the spare room door. She was still
naked and she held her crotch as sperm leaked from her pussy and
her arse down her smooth thin legs. Her small breasts stuck
firmly from her bony chest. Her long blonde hair hung loosely
from her head.
She was exhausted. Her thin body had been ravaged by the man all
night long. He had used every hole as a receptacle for his sperm.
She staggered quietly back to her room.

Mandy Morgan was only twenty years old, but she had already been
fucked in every hole over 300 times. Her ravaged body looked
gaunt and unhealthy. The blonde had somehow managed to escape any
lurking nasties some of the other prostitutes had caught, but she
knew it was only a matter of time, even with all her clients
using condoms.
Her uncle had 'broken her in' six years ago. He was her pimp now,
doling her out to his more 'upmarket' clients who paid very well
for a sweet young thing to fuck. She had managed to preserve a
reasonably tight pussy due to her daily exercises and the alum
her uncle insisted she use before and after her 'appointments'.
Mandy wanted a life. She would never get one living like this.

Omar Regan was a young, powerful and wealthy black man. He had
worked hard to make his payday and payday it was. He had invested
in companies that had hit the big time. It was said he had the
touch of gold, almost everything he invested his money in went
gold. Most of his investments were supposed to be going to make
big losses. And they did, initially. Then they bounced back big
and he made a killing. He seemed have an uncanny knack of picking
winners, he thought he could see trends but it was all intuitive.
He came out of the markets just before the crash, all his money
in bonds. He sold some of these off later and bought into some
major firms. He had gained an eighty-one percent controlling
share on Zorbian Chemicals Inc. One of the largest pharmaceutical
companies in the world. He then made major changes that were
opposed angrily, but then everyone was pleased when the company
grew because of what he had accomplished.
At thirty four, he was young enough to enjoy his wealth. Women
sought him constantly. But he would fuck few of them. His cock
was large and they usually baulked at it before he could get
'jiggy with it'.
At one party he went to he saw this thin girl sitting next to a
fat balding man who was laughing with some of the board members.
They got up to go and talk some kind of business leaving the dour
looking girl alone. There was something about her that pulled at
him.
"You don't look happy to be here?" He smiled at the young girl.
She looked up and he saw the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever
seen. She gave a little smile of acknowledgement.
"I don't like these things, but my uncle always brings me," she
said indicating the balding man who was watching them now.
"Oh. I thought he was your husband or something."
"Oh gosh, no!" She exclaimed in disgust, "he adopted me when I
was ten when my parents died."
She stopped, almost saying more. He let her stop without pushing.
He felt she was in some kind of predicament and her uncle was the
cause. The man was still looking at them as Omar glanced up at
the group. Her knew he should leave this girl alone. She would
get into some kind of trouble.
"I'd better move on. I think your uncle doesn't like you talking
to black guys," he smiled at her. She was going to say something
else and stopped, then she smiled at him in thanks as he wandered
away.

"Jeffery, who is that nig.. Err, black guy who's talking to my
niece?" Robert Morgan asked his companion.
"Careful there Bob, that 'Black guy' as you call him owns this
company. That is Omar Regan, probably the richest black man in
the whole country and one of the top ten richest men in Britain."
"Whoa!"
"Yes, exactly!" Bob Morgan gazed after the tall handsome black
man as he disappeared into a crowd of people.

Mandy couldn't believe it. The gorgeous black guy with the body
of a god had come over and spoken to HER. She smiled inwardly to
herself. It was almost as if her could see her pain. He had
lifted her spirits with a few words. Who was he? Did he work for
one of these men? He was obviously high up in the company as he
seemed to be stopped and smiled at all the time. She felt a
gentle thrill course through her body. If only she could wrap her
arms around him...
"What were you two talking about?" It was her uncle.
"He asked why I was so glum and said that I should enjoy myself,
that's all. He was nice."
"Yeah? Well that nigger better keep his fucking hands off my
property." He clamped a big clumsy hand on the girls thin thigh
and gave it a squeeze.

Omar spoke to Jeffery Donaldson later on that evening. The man
was on of his directors. He pretended to like Omar, but her knew
the man was jealous beyond reason. He had been one of the leaders
who had tried to oust him from the board. When Omar's strategy
had worked and all the subsequent ones after that the man had
come to him, pretending to be a supporter. Omar knew otherwise.
He would have gotten rid of him if he didn't have a good head for
research. Because of him Omar had learned all about the company's
many products and their uses. Omar had done night school at the
University of London and had passed his degree in chemistry and
then chemical engineering. He had attained a doctorate in the
study-intensive course. He read all there was about the latest
research. When Jeffery and his cohorts came into his office and
tried to bamboozle him into making a mistaken direction that
would have cost the company many millions of pounds, he had
talked on their level. They capitulated in shock and actually
accused each other of spilling the beans to the new company
director. It had never occurred to the racist fools that he could
possibly already have that knowledge.
"Who was that man you were speaking to earlier tonight?"
"Oh, you mean Bob Morgan, oh he supplies us relaxation from time
to time, if you know what I mean." He gave Omar a conspiratorial
look. Omar sensed danger here. He backed off.
"I see, I just didn't recognise him or the girl." That was a
mistake. He shouldn't have mentioned her.
"Ahhh! I saw you've met the very tasty little Mandy Morgan, his
niece. She's a real go'er." It was at this point that Omar broke
off the conversation.
Jeffery Donaldson watched the angry man storm away and shrugged.
"Oh well, to each his own."

Omar sat in his large country house out in the Oxfordshire
countryside. He leaned back into the large comfortable chair and
relaxed, but his mind kept seeing the image of the skinny little
blonde woman sitting all alone at the party. He felt something, a
need. She called to him. This had never happened before. Was he
in love?
He had learned something that made him feel sick. Her uncle was
doling her favours out. He had sensed that when he had met her.
He didn't understand all his 'gifts' but he knew when to trust
them. They told him that he needed this white girl, that she
needed him too. They would be whole together. He had to have her.
He was determined.

Mandy lay on her uncle's bed. He had just finished in her arse
and got up to have a shit. She lay there alone, her mind wandered
to the tall handsome black man who she had met earlier in the
week.
She wanted to see him again, if only as a client. Just to spend
some time with him. But she knew he would never come to her that
way. Something connected when they met and she felt the pull of
him. She needed to see him again, she just didn't know how.

"Yes Mr Regan, I can obtain that information for you. How
detailed do you want it to be?"
"Very!" Omar said to the voice on the other end of the phone and
hung up.
Omar sat back and smiled. He felt a fresh new feeling he had not
known before inside him, and it felt good.
In all his years growing up in South London and then in South
America, he had been an only child. His family was small and his
parents poor. They had good jobs and a home of their own back in
the seventies, but threw it all away on the impulse to go 'back
home' dragging him away from everything he had known. He had
resented them for that and his anger lasted many years. When the
poverty came it increased his anger. His parent deciding it was a
mistake to return. Far too late for that though.
He had no close friendship until they moved to South Ruimveldt in
outer Georgetown. He played football with the guys who hung
around next door and they had genuinely liked the 'English boy'.
Being highly intelligent, school was so easy for him and he got a
A+ on his subjects until on nasty teacher said he had been
cheating. His father had stormed into the school to have it out
with the headmaster and as a result Omar had re-sat his test
alone in a room full of observers. He left school with high marks
and the teacher who had caused the mess was fired. He breezed
into University of Guyana and had top grades in engineering,
chemistry and went back to England where he gained a degree in
Astrophysics and Psychology. Back in Britain, he had worked at a
bank's graduate program and became a stock trader. His deft
skills at picking stocks had propelled him to where he now was.
He had never met a woman who he wanted to be with. Sex was one
thing, but a woman you wanted to be with, that was different,
special.
He went into auto-pilot during the next couple of months, his
response governed by his intuition alone. He made no mistakes.
His mobile rang.
"Hello Mr Regan. I have the information you require."
"Take it to the house and collect your payment as usual." He had
used this firm many times before. They provided him with much
info on the companies he wanted to purchase. They were also very
useful for this little project of his.
He hung up and called his maid. She was to give the man the
parcel he had left on the study desk marked 'Agency' and collect
the envelope she would be handed.
"Yes Sir!"

Omar placed the fifty-page report on the table beside him. He had
believed the girl was in trouble before, now he knew it.  Her own
flesh and blood had turned her into a high-classed whore. People
he knew used her services. People he despised anyway. He mulled
through it in his mind.
He wanted her and her would have her. But first he had to get rid
of the need for certain people to pay her visits.
He picked up the phone to make some calls.

Robert Morgan stared in disbelief at the letter. He had been
ordered by the local council to vacate the premises for reason of
prostitution. He had been sent enough evidence to convict him a
thousand times over. The serving officer signalled to a female
police who escorted his niece out of the house. He protested of
course, but the court order clearly stated that she would be
placed in a facility to be rehabilitated. He was not to know
where this would take place. He watched as his meal ticket walked
out of the door. He was livid. All those year training her and
now it was all going to be gone.
"YOU FIND ME WHEN YOU GET OUT, YOU HEAR ME!" he screamed after
her as he was restrained by the policemen standing there. He
would find a way to get to her. He was so sure of it that he
never expected the next thing to hit him. He jolted as the stun
stick was used on him again and again. Then he was dragged out to
the floor where men in white coats forced him into a dirty white
straight-jacket. He was lifted by two attendants and carried out
to a large white van that was parked there. As the van drove off
he was injected with a drug from a strange looking liquid in a
vial. His head hit the floor as he lost consciousness.
In the unmarked police car, Mandy felt a wave of relief come over
her. She knew instinctively that she would never see her uncle
ever again. She didn't know, however, what she herself was going
to do with herself next. A man got behind the wheel of the car
and dropped a large canvas bag onto the seat beside her.
"I put some of your more decent items in here, you'll need them."
then he drove off with her in the car to their unknown
destination.

Mandy watched as London fell away behind the car. She didn't
understand why she was feeling so excited about going to a
rehabilitation facility. Those places were like prisons, she had
seen them on television. But something fluttered in her stomach,
a little butterfly that promised something more.
The two hour drive culminated in her arrival at a lovely country
house. The gates opened up and the car drove up the long pathway
past the huge front lawns to the house. She stared at the place.
"Wow!" she whispered. A maid came out to the car and took the bag
from the driver. Mandy was ushered up to the house.

"How did it go?"
"Very smoothly Mr Regan. The man will not be released from the
institution for many years," he smiled. He was completely
satisfied with his accomplishment for the day. He collected a
large thick envelope from Omar's hand.
"I trust the 'police' will disappear quietly?"
"Of course Sir!" He turned on his heel and left. He really liked
the big black man. He was such a character.
Omar went into the house. He opened the large lounge doors and
walked into the room. There on the sofa with a glass of lemonade
in her hand was the lovely Mandy Morgan. She looked up and smiled
so beautifully that he almost took the girl into his arms right
then.
"Well hello there Beautiful. Sorry it took so long but I had to
find you first before I could rescue you!"
Mandy felt thrilled. Her belly was doing butterflies and her hand
trembled. She wasn't afraid of this man at all. She knew this was
where she needed to be.
"I was made to do terrible things with many men..."
Omar held up his hand to stop the girl. He knew she was just glad
to have someone to release her pain to.
"I know all. Let me give us some privacy!" He closed and locked
the heavy door then went over and sat beside the girl. She
instinctively moved closer to him. He gave her a pleased smile.
They talked for hours. She poured herself out to him and he told
her of his hard times in Guyana.
"Where is that?"
"It's in South America." She listen to him and he listen to her
terrible tale of an uncle that raped a child, teaching her
different ways to please him and then the constant stream of men
who never stopped, night after night.
He found his arm across the crying girl's shoulder, they gazed
into each other's eyes. Their lips met and they held each other,
kissing passionately. She melted into him, feeling safe. His arms
enfolded her, pulling her to him. They were both where they
wanted to be.

When she came down for dinner from the room he had provided for
her, she looked ravishing in the long black dress he had sent for
her. It's low neckline showed off her smooth chest and hinted at
her small firm breasts. Her leg appeared out the long slit down
the side. Her hair had been done by the maid and was mounted up
behind her. She looked like a movie star.
He found her to be very cultured. Her hours of books and
videotapes had prepared her to mix with the high society her
uncle wanted for her clients.
She carried half of the conversation and they even found that
they finished each other's sentences.
They stood together in the garden at night, talking and holding
each other. And in the night, when he removed her clothes, he
licked her to several orgasms before he even came near her with
his enormous cock. She cried out as it tore into her belly. She
clung to his as he forced himself deep into her. He needed to
possess her. She opened herself through the pain and pulled him
in, taking him deep, deeper. She coiled her thin body around him,
her hips danced with his as she came wildly on him. Then he
filled her with his seed and they collapsed on the bed in each
other's arms.
She kept him there on top of her. She loved his weight upon her
and the thick feeling of his cock stretching her wide around him.
He did her again. She took him deeper now and her orgasm this
time didn't want to stop. They slept after that. He woke lying on
his side facing her. He could feel her hands on his cock. She was
fondling him and rubbing him into her arse. She pushed back and
took him up her bum, working him in slowly.
"Unggh! Ooooooh, oh God!" she whispered as she fed him deep into
her skinny bottom. She didn't like to admit to her uncle but she
love having cock up her bum. She would deliberately do things to
tease him so that he would do her butt.
She fed more of the monster up into her. She felt his hands grab
her hips and then grunted as he launched several inches of hard
man-meat up into her bowels. She groaned in pain, but she wiggled
back on him begging for more. He gave her more.
"Unnngghhh!" she groaned he arse felt as if it was being invaded
by a post. He held her thin body close and wrapped his arm around
her.
"Your arse is very tight. I want you to feel me in there all the
way." She was so eager for him. She pushed hard back into him,
forcing more of the cock up her bum. He held her tight and began
to fuck her bottom. She could feel every inch of it moving out
and then back into her bum. Her bowels stretched and stirred as
he buggered the girl. He was making her arse his own. He was deep
now, deeper that anyone had ever gone. She moaned as he drew the
thing out of her until just the head remained, then she groaned
as her stuffed it all back up her.
"I like buggering you, baby!" she love to hear him said that. Her
hips worked against him, taking him all now as he moulded her to
his huge shaft.
"It's yours!" she whispered.
"What?"
"It's YOURS! Ahhhhhhh!" she came, again, hard. He couldn't
believe it. He made her cum in her arse. He lay still as she
subsided then he began buggering the girl again.
They fell asleep like that. The maid found the two of them naked
on the bedclothes, joined by his enormous cock. She crept back
out of the room smiling. He had found someone at last who could
take him.

They awoke late in the morning. He was still hard, still deep in
her arsehole. He pulled her close.
"Good morning Mandy," he fucked her bum deeply, slowly. She felt
good wrapped around his cock.
"Unnhhh! Ooooooh! Unnhhh!" She groaned with every stroke of his
thick meaty pole. She felt so good with him in her. She didn't
want to get out of the bed. She wanted to remain here, connected
to him with his cock up her arse forever.
"M.. Mor... Morning. Ughhh! So good," she groaned, "so very good.
Bugger me more, morrrre!" Her hand reached up and back to hold
his head against hers. She pumped her butt against him, taking
him.
"Y.. Yours!" She gasped as their bodies writhed."I.. Ughh! I'm
Yours! Ooooooh!"
He knew that he knew she was his just as he belonged to her.
Always.
"And I belong to you too, Mandy!" he exploded into her tight
bottom and they stayed like that for a long time. She whimpered
when he had to come out of her. She had wanted him there, in her.
He kissed her lips gently.
"Don't worry baby, we'll do that all the time from now on. I love
being in your tight sweet arse."
They showered, fucked, dressed, fucked, had breakfast and fucked
again in the lounge.
The maid served them drinks and snacks as they lay naked around
the house. Mandy didn't understand the relationship Omar had with
his maid, but they seemed to know each other's moods and
communicated without speaking most times. She felt a little
jealous. But the little maid seemed to like her and did
everything to make her feel like she belonged in the house and at
Omar's side.
Once she caught the girl alone when Omar went into the study to
telephone his work place.
"You two look so beautiful together," the maid said, " I'm glad
he found you. He is happier than I have seen in many years."
"How long have you been with him?" The maid smiled at her double
meaning.
"I have worked for Omar Regan for over ten years. When I had lost
everything and the men raped me every day he came and rescued me.
The men all paid for what happened to me, I swore my loyalty to
him. No I have never slept with him and no I'm not in love with
him. I have my boyfriend, the driver and I are planning to
marry." She smiled at the girl.
"I have seen him naked many times, and just wonder where you put
that thing." they both laughed. She had made a genuine friend
with the little maid.

Jeffery pulled his cock out of the girl's bum. He had drugged her
and had used her for many hours. She was full of his sperm. He
would let her arse close up and seal in all his cum in her butt,
just like the last few times. She was so much easier to get his
cock into now, her rectum looser.
He looked into the girl's eyes, they were dilated and glazed.
Moaned gently as her reddened anus fluttered and slowly began to
close up. He always enjoyed buggering the little neighbour girl.
She had been so easy to drug, a little of the chemical in her
drink. She swayed and her eyes glazed over. He took the girl up
to his room and stripped her naked. He fondled her young body for
ages, stroking her skin and caressing the girl's plump buttocks.
He greased her anus thoroughly and fingered her anus. The girl
groaned as he gently filled her bowels with his cock.
He got up from his bed and fetched the wash-cloth. He had a
routine for washing the girl, and then re-dressing her. He placed
the girl on the her original seat . She woke after he
administered an injection to her arm. She stirred and lifted her
tired head.
"Ooooooh! Oh gosh. I did it again," the girl giggled cutely, "I
keep doing that, don't I." He helped the girl with her homework
as promised and sent the child  off home, his cock satisfied
again. He had missed the sweet Mandy for a while until fortune
favoured him with this teen treasure.
He watched the girl go off next door to her home and looked
forward to tomorrow evening.

Omar read the report quietly in his office. Her was not really
surprised. He had read the same about two of the others too. Six
of them in all. Three had been found to have been taking 'bungs'
and he had the board fire them. He wouldn't let them resign. It
made the news.
Another had committed suicide when he found out the police were
on there way to arrest him for child porn. Another had just
vanished. Jeffery was left.

The girl from next door came over for him to assist her with her
homework. They worked for a little while, Jeffery's cock hard in
his trousers.
He was making fun with her, causing her to giggle constantly.
"Drinky?" he asked the sweet teen.
"Yes please! Can I have the ginger ale please? I like that one."
He bowed and left the room.

A phone call was being made by an man standing thirty feet away
in from Jeffery Donaldson's home.

The girl's eyes began to glaze over. Jeffery picked up the
sagging body and quickly took her upstairs. He undressed her and
lay her small naked body on the big bed. He undressed too,
rubbing KY onto his stiff cock and into her tight little bumhole.
He lay on the bed and pulled the girl over onto her side with her
back to him and pressed slowly into her tight butt. She gave a
little moan and he sank deep, enjoying the feeling of the tight
grip of her young rectum around him. He buggered her slowly,
enjoying every stroke, every plunge into her bowels, every little
mewl that came from her lovely little mouth. He would find a way
to have her while she was awake and alert. He would make her into
his personal little slut. He fucked the girl hard now just ready
to blow. He arse clenched as he drove deep and he shot into her
arse just as the police burst through the door.

Mandy read the newspapers with satisfaction. She had recognised
all of the six men who had helped her uncle turn her into a whore
for all those years.
She rolled onto her side again and pulled her lover to her.
Omar's huge cock sank quickly into her. They hugged and fucked
for most of the night.

End



  
Intuitive Reasoning