Not a Mark on Her {John Jabbin} {rape MF roofie}
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Not a Mark on Her


Her new stage name was Jennifer Singer and she was 
gorgeous, young and full of energy. I could tell she 
had a lot of talent, too. She wouldn't be singing in a 
dump like this very long. Somebody would find her and 
take her away. Or else one of the sharks would get 
her, the mean aggressive guys that frequented the 
joint on busier nights.

This was a slow night and it was one of her first 
gigs. The manager had given her a shot because she was 
a babe, still young and pretty. I wondered if she had 
to suck his cock to get it, but she didn't look like 
she'd have done that. She was classy, sexy; she made 
my balls ache.

Especially when she sang. She did a number called 
"Love on a Sidewalk" that had a nice backbeat. The way 
she tilted her eyes down and looked at us so sultry 
and sensually, she made me want to crawl up on stage 
and do her right there. Then she sang one called "What 
I Need is You," that sounded just like she was singing 
to me. Damn, she had me horny.

But I was just a little fish here, not even close to a 
shark. No way I was gonna get close to her any normal 
way. But the more she sang, the more she made me want 
to do something. I had always had one plan, something 
really nasty that I had wanted to do, but never found 
a girl worth getting busted over. Never until now -- 
never until this young singer.

She had dark hair, long and a little wavy. That's 
common here in the islands. The Hawaiian Islands, that 
is. Probably at least one of her parents was a local. 
But there was something else too. Maybe it was her 
eyes, large and moist as the ocean. Maybe it was her 
lips, full and pouty. Maybe it was those bare 
shoulders that her dress left uncovered and that 
seemed to go on for days until they ended in a soft 
curve, turning into beautifully thin arms. 

It may have been her high cheekbones or her delicate 
looking ears. It may have been the flower in her hair 
or the tight, sexy black dress that showed off her 
very feminine figure. It may have been that she was 
young and I wanted her before she grew old and bored 
with life. It may have been that I was just so horny 
that her voice made me desperate to fuck her. 

No matter what, I decided that I had to have her.

As the fill-in bartender, nobody usually watched over 
me or what I was doing. I mostly just hung around in 
case the place got too busy. Most of the time I wasn't 
even on the clock. When she came off the stage for her 
last set, I gave her a "house special" to drink. She 
was thirsty, nervous after her first real gig. She 
drank it up trustingly. I figured the roofies that I 
had mixed in it would start hitting her in about 
fifteen minutes.

It was a small crowd, but everyone in the joint wanted 
a piece of her time. Everyone told her what a great 
set she had just done. Everyone wanted to talk to her. 
Every guy wanted to fuck her. Ten minutes passed. She 
looked like she was starting to feel the drug a 
little. Now came the dangerous part.

I walked up behind her and leaned in to whisper so 
only she could hear.

"Boss says the back dressing rooms are closing up 
soon. He wants you to get your stuff before we lock it 
up."

She looked at me over her shoulder. Her beautiful 
brown eyes were beginning to glaze. She squinted at 
me, trying to focus.

"Here, let me help you to your dressing room," I 
suggested.

When roofies first start to act, women follow 
suggestions very well, at least if nothing scares them 
or appears dangerous. I wasn't a danger to her. I only 
wanted to fuck her, not hurt her. She stood up 
shakily. With one hand under her elbow, I steadied her 
and led her to the back as quickly as I could.

She had used a narrow dressing room in the back. It 
was little more than a mirror and a chair and a place 
to hang some clothes. But it was quiet and out of the 
way and had a lock on the door. It was perfect for 
what I had in mind.

By the time I sat her down in the chair in front of 
the mirror, she was already almost passed out. Her 
head kept falling forward and she rested it on her 
arms on the dressing table. She moaned and mumbled 
something about not feeling good.

"It's okay Jen, I'll take care of you," I whispered in 
her lovely ear. "Just go to sleep, baby. I'll take 
care of you. Nothing will happen to you, baby."

As I leaned in, I put my hands on those smooth, soft 
shoulders. A thrill ran through my cock just touching 
her. She was so warm. I rubbed her shoulders, 
pretending to be massaging her but really just using 
it as an excuse to caress her skin. So soft. When she 
didn't moan at all, I shook her just a little. No 
response.

Just to test, I slid my hands under her arms and 
rubbed her exposed chest, feeling with my rough hands 
the soft flesh where her heavy breasts began to rise. 
Jennifer moaned just a little, really more a sigh than 
anything. With no more response, my hands went lower, 
cupping both breasts through the silk of her dress and 
the strapless bra underneath it. I gave them a firm 
but gentle squeeze that almost made me cum in my 
pants.

Since she didn't complain, she must have been fully 
under by now. I knew I didn't have all night. Someone 
would come looking for a sweet piece of ass like this 
girl. 

I unzipped the dress in back and quickly unhooked her 
bra. I leaned her back against me and looked at her in 
the mirror. They were beautiful; full heavy breasts 
topped with chocolate brown nipples. The areola were 
tanned and since it was just a little cold back here, 
they were wrinkled slightly. In my mind, they were 
wrinkled because she wanted me to touch them, so I 
did.

I bent down slightly and cupped her big tits in my 
hand; god, they were gorgeous! Her head bobbed back 
against my cock and I shivered. Reluctantly releasing 
one breast, I unzipped my trousers, pulled out my 
erect cock and pushed her back, burying my hard cock 
deep in her soft hair.

Then it was both hands on those tits again, squeezing 
them, rolling the nipples with my fingers, pushing her 
back firmly against me. As much as I loved those 
nipples and those succulent breasts, there was 
something else I saw that I wanted badly -- those big 
pouty lips wrapped around my cock.

Reluctant to quite looking at her in the mirror, I 
turned the chair around so that she was facing me. It 
was difficult to do with her sitting limply on it, but 
I managed to do it and rewarded myself with a hard 
suck on her nipple. I wanted to bite them, I wanted to 
suck them so hard I left a hickey, but I didn't. I 
didn't want to leave any marks on her. I had promised 
myself I wouldn't hurt her.

But I finally got her turned around and I straddled 
her lap. Her head was just at the right level. I 
shoved my fingers deep into her hair and aimed my cock 
between those beautiful lips. I had to hold her mouth 
open. Even unconscious, she kept trying to close it. 
It was an effort, but eventually I got the head of my 
circumcised cock past her lips and pushed in.

At first it wasn't as pleasant as I had wanted. Her 
mouth was a little dry and her teeth scraped me. But, 
the image of my cock in the mouth of this beautiful 
babe was awesome. I wanted to shove my whole dick down 
her throat. I wanted to, but I didn't. 

I pushed down on her jaw gently with my thumb and 
squatted just a little more to angle my cock into the 
roof of her mouth. Then, using my hands in her hair, I 
began to draw her head to me and pump my hips toward 
her. I pumped the first three inches of my cock into 
her, setting a gentle pace, tenderly fucking her 
mouth.

What an awesome rush! To see my cock pumping in the 
mouth of this gorgeous babe, I was in heaven! Just a 
little deeper ... just a little deeper. Now when her 
teeth scrapped the top just a bit, it felt good. I 
could see those thick lips press in a little. 

For some reason I glanced up into the mirror. What I 
saw mesmerized me. The back of her head bobbed back 
and forth on my cock like she was doing it herself. In 
the mirror, she looked awake and alert. In the mirror, 
this beautiful young girl was sucking me off. I could 
imagine her moaning and sucking me hard. 

I didn't last long. I buried my cock to the root in 
her mouth in one final thrust and fired off a load of 
my hot cum down her throat.

She sputtered a little -- god that felt good! -- and I 
backed off so she could breathe easier. As the last 
bit of sperm leaked from its head, I smeared the gland 
around her lips, painting her lips with my sticky cum.

Then I just leaned down and held her head to my chest 
and pretended that she had done it because she loved 
me. 

"You give such good head, Jen. You're so beautiful, I 
wish I could fuck your mouth every night, baby. I wish 
you were my baby so I could eat you and fuck you every 
night."

I knew I couldn't stay much longer. I was getting 
nervous taking this much time, but she was fucking 
wonderful and there was one thing more I just HAD to 
do!

I quietly pushed aside everything on the dressing 
table. I cleared a space wide enough for her body and 
picked her up, laying her face down on the table with 
her ass hanging over the edge. Then I rucked up her 
dress and pulled it up and over her hips towards her 
face.

Damn, her ass was just as pretty as her face! She was 
wearing stocking and a black garter belt, and 
underneath it all were black silk panties. I got down 
on my knees behind her and pressed my face into the 
warm, musky heaven of her ass.

So beautiful ... so beautiful! I sniffed and nibbled 
and licked the silk-encased glory of her, then 
abruptly, pulled aside the panty panel and shoved my 
tongue into her cunt.

I could taste her nervousness about the show. She had 
been perspiring under the lights. I tasted the 
gaminess of her crotch sweat. And I think she had been 
aroused, singing in front of people. I could taste her 
lingering arousal.

As I fucked and licked her with my tongue, my nose 
pressed into her sweet ass. I pulled her asscheeks 
apart firmly with my hands and pressed my nose into 
her asshole. I fucked her ass with my nose, wiggling 
my head, working to get it as deep into her bottom as 
it would go.

As I sucked and licked her, I wet her pussy with my 
saliva. My erection had returned in full force. I felt 
full and hot and hard as iron. When I could stand it 
no more, I raised up and shoved my cock into her 
tight, sweet cunt.

Oh god, what a sweet fuck! What a glorious hot, sweet 
fuck! I grabbed her hair on the top of her head and, 
as gently as I could, I lifted her face so I could 
look into it in the mirror as I fucked her motionless, 
peaceful body.

I didn't dare fuck her rough or hard, but each thrust 
was heaven. I screwed her gently, lovingly. I 
pretended that she wanted it, was begging me to fuck 
her. I could almost hear her grunting to me, "Fuck me 
harder! Fuck me deeper!"

I did get a little rougher than I had planned, but I 
couldn't have hurt her. She was soft and warm and oh, 
so wonderfully fuckable. I didn't last long, even 
though I had just cum only minutes before. Seeing her 
spread out before me, seeing our reflection as I 
humped this beautiful babe, I found myself shooting my 
cum in her even before I wanted to!

I looked at us in the mirror as my cock spermed off in 
her. What a beautiful couple! 

All I could think was; I wish I could fuck you every 
night, Jen! Oh god, I wish I could fuck you every 
night!

I looked at my watch. Oh shit, I had been back here 
more than twenty minutes. Someone might come looking. 
I wiped myself off on her dress, enjoying the 
luxurious feeling of silk on my cock and balls. I 
zipped up and took another look at my sweetheart. My 
cum was already starting to drip out of her gorgeous 
cunt. It only made her look more beautiful to me.

I had to decide quickly, what should I do with her? 
She would be out for hours yet. It was late and the 
club had slowed down. We would still be open for a 
while though so I decided to just leave the door ajar. 
Someone would find her.

Of course, whoever found her might not be as nice as 
me. I hadn't left a mark on her.
