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"Where the Bad Girls Live"
By Lucas

	The urge hit me while I was doing eighty miles out of Dallas.  I 
was tired of southern women and their sins.  It was all the same.  A 
woman would cheat on her boyfriend and consider it a minor offense but 
would then develop a guilt trip over not calling their mother.  It was 
too bizarre for even me.  I was heading back East where things were 
less complicated and the bad girls were really bad.

	When the urge strikes it must be obeyed.  The urge swelled inside 
of me till the steering wheel was vibrating in my grip.  Once again I 
wondered if the urges came because He Who Must Cum needed me to punish 
someone specific, or if he gained something from my punishments and 
needed it right now.  Other times I think that the one who granted me 
my powers just liked to fuck with me.  

I was on a highway with only other drivers in sight.  The woman I 
was behind was suitable, faintly glowing with her past.  Her mind was 
filled with the guilt of stealing from her husband's bank account but 
other than running her off the road, there was little chance of getting 
her attention.  It was the same with people in the other lane.  I would 
see their sin driving towards me, brief flashes of sensual crimes drove 
past me, continuing on their punishment-free lives.

The sign up ahead announced the turn-off into a town I never 
heard of.  Having little choice, I turned into the exit.  It was a true 
small town with little activity on this weekend day.  Resembling a 
stalker I cruised the streets, letting my whims direct me into side 
streets as I tried to widen my range.  My heart despaired of the 
thought of not seeing anyone suitable.

Like a beam from a lighthouse I saw her.  A huge summer party was 
taking place in the front yard of a house and the shine of her crimes 
flared greater than any one else there.  It was breathtaking.  The 
woman beside her glowed with the crime of jealousy while the woman to 
right of her flashed slightly with the sin of flirting but the girl I 
was watching was brighter than magnesium.   She was a blonde, darkly 
tanned and parading around in a tight gold bikini.  The eyes of every 
man were upon her and secret jealousy filled the minds of the women who 
saw her.

Gods, she needed me.  She deserved me as much as I craved her.

I parked my car with the other cars that lined the street and 
walked into the party.  Swimsuits were the theme of the party though 
the only water I only saw was a small kid's pool.  How quaint.  Despite 
my black shirt and jeans, I still got approving glances from the women 
I pushed aside.  Short blonde hair and a decent body can get you 
anywhere.  

The woman who lured me here was talking to a man who was not her 
husband.  I approached her and took her arm in my hand.  Leaning down, 
I looked into her bright eyes and whispered in her ear.

"We need to talk, in private, now."

She looked at me and swallowed hard.  "Did Steven send you?"  
Steven was the name of a man she was sleeping with.  He liked to brag 
and she wanted him to brag.

I only smiled.

She blushed and made a weak excuse to the man she talking to.  I 
took her by the arm and led her into the house like she was a scolded 
child.  The party was just as thick inside the house and we weaved 
through crowds.  I saw a picture of her and her husband standing in 
front of their house and I felt a pang of jealousy that I quickly 
buried.  Those things were not meant for me but then, other gifts were.

A woman called out the blonde's name; asking about the location 
of more ice. At the discovery of Nadine's name, I loosened my grip on 
her arm.  With names come power and now I had all the power I needed 
over her.  When we reached her bedroom, she tried to speak to me.

"Jesus, my husband is here you know," she said.  "We have to be 
more discreet."  Just like that and without ever knowing my name, she 
had decided that I would make a good conquest.  The bad girls always 
assumed a lot.

I turned her around and pushed her face forward against the door.  
She squealed as my hands gripped her shoulders and I bit her on the 
neck.  Her ass rubbed against me as my hot breath fell on her ear.  My 
hands roamed her body while we pressed together against the door.  The 
party continued outside as my hands claimed her.

"Wow, you're good.  Who are you? Nadine asked.

I didn't answer.  I was untying her top.  The bikini was sweaty 
and I pulled her hands back behind her back.  As I began to tie her 
hands together with the bikini top, Nadine took another guess.

"Oh!  You must be a friend of Frank's!  He's always into this 
kinky stuff.  He swore he wouldn't tell anyone about what we did."

I turned her around and pulled her towards the bed.  It was a 
feminine bed for a master bedroom, from the flowers bedspread down to 
the excess of pink pillows.  She tried to lie on it but I stopped her.  
Pushing down on her shoulders, she got the hint and kneeled before me.  
Her eyes flicked to my crotch and my cock ached to be released.  I 
controlled myself and sat on the bed.  Nadine crawled between my knees 
but I stopped her from nuzzling my bulge.  As badly as I wanted her, 
there were things that needed to be done first.

"What are we waiting for?" Nadine asked.  

I lifted one of her breasts in my hand and so many images flooded 
my mind.  I saw the men who sucked her breasts.  I saw the way she 
bribed her husband by offering to let him fuck her tits.  As I rolled 
her nipple between my fingers, I saw how many times she went without a 
bra when she wanted a good deal at the farmer's market.  There were no 
tan lines on her round breasts and I knew the names of the three 
teenagers she knew that watched her.

"Nice aren't they?" Nadine said with a knowing smile.  They were 
her weapons and she knew it.  She sometimes wondered if men preferred 
her tits to her.

Again I didn't answer.  I held one round tit in my hand as she 
continued to kneel before me.  Without warning, I slapped the breast I 
held with my other hand.

"Ouch!" Nadine cried as my hand impacted with her soft tit.  
"What was that for?"  She tried to cover her breast but her bound hands 
prevented any foolishness.  Nadine struggled against her bonds but my 
knots were tight and her bikini top was quite strong.

"You know," I said, the second thing I've said to her so far.  

I slapped her breast again and Nadine flinched as a new welt 
appeared on her breast.  Her other breast didn't escape me either.  I 
backhanded one breast and then followed it up with a forward slap on 
her other breast.  Nadine winced as the sudden pain assaulted an area 
that was always worshipped by others.  Biting, kissing and groping were 
the tributes her breasts normally accepted.  I used both hands to cover 
both sides of her massive chest.   Back and forth my hands slapped, 
lifting and flattening her breasts as my blows became quicker and 
harder.  There was no art to my slaps; just the firm angry blows of 
punishment. 

She never tried to pull away.  Nadine remained kneeling before me 
as I covered her chest with stinging slaps.  Red handprints darkened 
her tanned breasts to a cherry color.  Her bottom lip trembled and her 
eyes blurred with tears but she stopped her verbal protests.  Once, a 
slap caused her to hiss in sudden pain and she leaned away but when I 
glared at her, she leaned back to me so I could continue.

When my fingers were tingling from the slaps, I grabbed a handful 
of both tits.  Nadine's jaw dropped in shocked pain but only a 
strangled whimper left her lips as my fingers sunk into her burning 
flesh.  Her nipples were as hard as my own cock.

"No, more," Nadine pleaded.  "I'll be good.  I'll do whatever you 
want."  It was true.

I ignored her.  She had been spared any further punishment simply 
because the urge was too strong on me now.  I unzipped my pants and 
pulled them down to my ankles.   I sat back down and Nadine was already 
leaning towards my erect cock.  She lifted my cock with her tongue, 
guiding me into her tongue.   The heat rose from the welts on her 
breasts as they rubbed against my thighs.  

Nadine was slowly descending over the length of my cock with her 
mouth and that wasn't good enough.  I wrapped her long blonde hair in 
my hand until it was wound like a leash.  With a single shove I forced 
her down over my cock till her nose and chin was buried in my pubic 
hair.

I fucked her mouth as Nadine struggled to hold on.  Her bound 
hands limited her balance and her sore tits caused her to wince every 
time their weight bounced against my thighs.  My hands held her hair so 
tightly as my hips bucked.  Into her mouth my cock went, hitting the 
sides of her cheeks and the back of her throat as I moved her head 
around.  Nadine gasped as I mercilessly used her.

A knock came from the door.  Nadine tried to pull away but I held 
her hair tightly.  My hips kept fucking her open mouth as the bed 
springs creaked.  A man's voice called Nadine's name and I knew from 
the secret that flashed through her mind that she had planned a 
rendezvous with this man.  He would have to wait.

The door knocked again as I fucked Nadine's throat.  He knocked 
again as Nadine moaned her torn emotions.  Eventually he left.

Nadine tried to say something but my cock gagged her words.  I 
pulled her from my crotch and smiled at the chain of spit that 
connected my cock to her lips.  She coughed for a few seconds before 
speaking.

"Please fuck me," Nadine begged.  "I have to have you inside me.  
You're not like the other guys."

How very true.  I started to pull her back against my crotch when 
she cried out for me to wait.  I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know what Frank told you, but I don't swallow," Nadine 
said.

"You do now," I said and pulled her head back onto me.

Nadine sucked me down as I impaled her mouth again.  Her eyes 
stared at me as my hips thrust against her.  My balls slapped her chin 
and my cock slammed the back of her throat as I surrendered to my 
urges.  The heat was still rising from her breasts as she flattened 
them against my thighs.  Her head was trapped between my hands and my 
hips and there was no other place she would rather be.

A low hungry moan escaped my lips as I finally climaxed.  My cum 
filled her mouth and Nadine faithfully choked my loads down.  I gave 
her no respite as she tried to pull away.  My hips rose and fell 
against her lips until every drop of my seed was shot into her mouth.

"Jesus," Nadine said when I finally released her.  Her lips were 
bee-stung from all the slamming I had given them.  I watched as she 
swallowed the last of my cum down.  Her welt covered chest was rising 
in falling rapidly as she tried to regain her breath.

"Oh please, take me now," Nadine begged.  She struggled with her 
bound hands but stayed kneeling.  "I am so wet.  I've never needed it 
as badly as I do now."

I looked in her soul and saw it was true.  Still, there were 
rules.  I placed my shoe between her thighs and pushed slightly against 
her bikini bottom.  It was impossible, but I could almost feel the heat 
of her crotch.

"Please," she begged again.  My only answer was to tilt my foot 
on its heel and push the tip of my shoe against her sex.  Nadine 
trembled at the slight simulation.  

"Fuck me!" she whined and I loved the tremble of her voice.  All 
I did in response was move my foot slightly again to stroke her bikini 
bottom.

Understanding spread on her exhausted face.  "No," she said, 
shaking her head.  "Not like this.  I need a real fucking!"

I shrugged and continued to stroke her covered sex with my shoe.  
The roughness of the tip of the shoe pressed against her clit and I saw 
her moan with need.  Her eyes closed and she mounted my shoe with a 
resigned grace.

As I sat on her bedside, Nadine humped herself on my shoe.  Her 
breasts jiggled as she fought to get herself off.  The humiliation was 
clear on her cheeks as she struggled on my shoe.  She arched her back, 
presenting me with her breasts as she tried to entice me to fuck her.  
It was useless.  All she could have was just my foot and still she 
needed me too badly to refuse.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Nadine moaned as she rubbed her snatch on my 
shoe.  The orgasm, long delayed and aided by my power, swept over her 
and made her tingle from head to toe.  She lost her balance and fell 
backwards on the floor.  Her legs were spread like a harlot and her 
breasts fell to either side of her body.

She was breathless and quiet as I zipped my pants up.  Her orgasm 
unlocked a satisfaction deep within me.   She would never forget the 
force of my cum hitting her throat and she would never forget the total 
disdain I had for her tits and her wet crotch.  She would assault her 
husband for weeks to come until she grew frustrated with his inability 
to please her like I had.  Then Nadine would take her beautiful tanned 
tits and look elsewhere for the abuse she felt she deserved.  She may 
find it, she may not, but she would never find me again.

I started to leave and Nadine rolled over on her side.

"Wait!  You can't leave me like this!  You have to untie me!  I 
don't even know your name!"

I looked at her and I looked at her bedroom with the extra 
pillows, the framed pictures of her husband and the home that was lived 
in by a woman.  I thought of all that I had given up to walk this path 
to meet women like her.  I thought of the party outside and the 
laughter and the fun.  

It was easy to leave the bedroom without another word.

The end.

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