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"Where the Bad 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 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 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 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 and jeans, I still got approving glances from the women
I pushed aside. Short hair and a decent body can get you
anywhere.
The woman who lured me here was talking to a 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 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 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 inside the house and we weaved
through crowds. I saw a 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 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 in my hand and so many images flooded
my mind. I saw the who 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 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 preferred
her 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 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 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 again and Nadine flinched as a new welt
appeared on her breast. Her other didn't escape me either. I
backhanded one 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 normally accepted. I used both hands to cover
both sides of her massive chest. Back and forth my hands slapped,
lifting and flattening her 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. handprints darkened
her tanned 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 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 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 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 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
filled her mouth and Nadine faithfully choked my 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 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 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 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 hitting her throat and she would never forget the total
disdain I had for her 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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