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       Forced lesbian rest stop pussy part 2

My eyes clenched shut tight, and my jaw, too, in pain. From times I had let a boyfriend in before I lubricated, I knew I would eventually lubricate and the pain would ease. I just tried to hold on until then. Unbelievably, I heard laughter from Kendra's friends outside the van. Surely they had all felt this before. How could they be so callous about it? Not just callous, they thought it was funny!

Kendra pulled back and started thrusting, in and out, hard. This was way different than sex with my boyfriend. My boyfriend actually cared about my pain and was gentle until I lubricated. This pain was horrendous.

I opened my eyes and looked at Kendra. "It hurts," I told her. "Could you ease up a bit?" She laughed in my face! She got into a pushup position with her hands by my shoulders. Her thrusts doubled in intensity. The pain magnified. I looked at her arms and saw that she was very fit, somewhat muscular. There was no way I could fight her off, even without her friends. She could toss me around like a rag doll.

Fortunately, it wasn't much longer before I lubricated, and the pain eased. It still wasn't gone, though. Kendra was anything but a thoughtful lover. I wondered if she was this rough with everyone.

"Car!" one of her friends yelled.

Kendra flattened out on top of me, and put a hand on my shoulder to keep me down. I saw headlights play across the interior of the van as the car passed.

"Wait," her friend said, "they're parking and getting out."

I debated my options. When Kendra said she was going to fuck me, I didn't know what to expect. I knew what a strap-on dildo was and what lesbians did with them. At least part of me expected this to be a little pleasant. If it wasn't, why would lesbians do it? But this was nothing like what it should be. This wasn't enjoyable at all. I debated whether I should scream. I looked up at Kendra. She must have read my mind. She put a finger to her lips, a threatening expression on her face. I was too afraid of her to scream.

We lay still like that for almost a minute. I heard car doors slam, and a while later, one of Kendra's friends said that they--the occupants of the car--had gone inside the building. Kendra assumed a more conventional position, one hand now on my breast, and resumed thrusting in and out.

The short break had helped. I now had enough lubrication to take the edge off the pain, though Kendra resumed her hard thrusting. She changed positions every couple minutes, sometimes up in the pushup position, sometimes down on top of me, and at one point, she even got back on her knees between my legs. If only she'd be reasonably gentle, maybe this would even by enjoyable, but I knew she wasn't concerned with my comfort. She was taking her pleasure in being rough.

"Here they come again," the lookout warned. This time, Kendra didn't stop. She knew that I was going to stay quiet. She just slowed down a little, to make sure the van didn't rock, I guess. I heard the car doors slam, the engine start, and the car pull away.

A couple minutes later, Kendra pulled out, leaned back, and caught her breath. I tried to do the same. A wave of embarassment washed over me as I thought of her friends watching me, and I reached down to cover my crotch. Kendra took the strap-on off and started dressing. As I reached down to pull up my panties, one of her friends stepped up into the van.....


       A good obedient girl

I will please my man wherever he orders me to. But I hope plenty of breeding sessions occur in the kitchen. I’d love to be scrubbing a counter when he suddenly walks in to my cage and bends me over. He can take me and then walk back out of the room, knowing that I wouldn’t protest or follow him to bother him. I’d be a good woman and stay put after, happy to have been of use.


       The model part 1

Katie's hands were shaking, and, to her embarrassment, she was beginning to sweat despite the chilly room. A couple weeks ago she had run into money trouble, and now she was sitting on a cold leather couch about to interview for nude modeling. Ricky, the agent, (thats what he called himself), spoke like a used car salesman, his tongue as slick as a snake's. The man was grossly overweight, with thick, knobby hands and a round belly. The way his eyes lingered on Katie's breasts made her cross her arms.

Are you ready to begin? he said, smiling like a shark.

Y-yes, she whispered.

Excuse me? Ricky leaned forward, tilting his head toward her. Speak up, please.

Katie took a deep breath, reminded herself she would only have to work a couple times. At a thousand dollars a day, her debts would be paid off in a dozen shoots. Yes, I'm ready.

Okay, okay, good. Just follow my directions. Ricky took a camera out of a desk drawer. Stand, please.

She stood up, her cheeks burning. She wanted to run back to her dorm-room and hide, but she didn't have that option.

Good, good. Now turn. You're in very good shape, very lovely skin. What is your ethnicity?

I'm Lebanese, she replied, then added, Arabic.

Ricky grunted in confirmation, still taking pictures. The click-click-click of the camera's shutter made her flinch.

When did you turn eighteen? he asked.

A few m-months ago, she said, still too nervous to get rid of the embarrassing stutter.

Okay, take off your top.

Katie's heart hammered. She had thought she was ready for this. But now that the moment had arrived, she knew she wasn't. I'm sorry, she said, I don't think I can.

Ricky's mouth worked, then he spoke in a carefully controlled tone. The kind that suggested simmering anger just beneath the surface. Listen. I am very busy. This is your one chance to model here. Do you understand? She nodded her head to indicate that she did. 'Yes', or 'no', you are either willing to do this or you are not.

More than anything, Katie wanted to take a shower and wash the shame and humiliation of Ricky's wandering eyes off her skin. She thought about looking for a different job, and knew that she could never make enough to pay back all the money she owed. She considered asking her parents for help, but her parents couldn't afford it. If she wanted to make her car payment this month, or pay off her credit card debts, or stay in school next semester, this was the only way to do it.

Well? he asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Katie stared at her shoes. Yes, I'll do it,

Good, good. Take your shirt off then.

Katie took a shaking breath and pulled her t-shirt up over her head. Goosebumps rose on her arms in the chilly air. Her bra was white with pink stripes.

Ricky assessed her like a piece of meat at market. Good stomach. Very flat and firm. Tan consistent throughout. Very good. Okay, take the jeans off.

Slowly, Katie sat down to untie her Chuck Taylor's. She could see Ricky getting a little impatient, but she needed a few breaths before she could take her pants off for him. First, it was humiliating. Second, her body, for some horrible reason, was responding to his commands by making her extremely horny. Her panties were getting damp, and she didn't want Ricky to see that. But she was barefoot now, and didn't really have a choice. She stood up and unzipped her jeans, wiggling out of them.

Ricky leered at her wetness, but didn't say anything about it. Katie felt the color rise in her cheeks. After some more pictures, Ricky said, Now everything else.

Reluctantly, Katie reached back and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties were soaked. When she slid them down her legs the cool air lit her nerves up, and she almost touched herself reflexively. She took a deep, shaky breath.

Your breasts are small, but they have a nice shape. Your nipples are great. Brown and hard. Ricky leaned forward. Your pussy is the money maker, smooth and delicate. And you're getting so wet. Do you enjoy this Katie? Ricky asked.

What? No! she shouted in embarrassment.

Ricky smirked. Come toward me, he said.

Katie stepped closer to Ricky, and then, without warning, he reached out and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly. The humiliation was too much, she about to cry when Ricky let go of her breasts and stroked her clit with one finger. She was wet and slippery, and despite how ashamed she was her hips pushed against his finger and she sighed loudly.

The room was spinning. This fat, disgusting man was touching her most private places, and her body wanted nothing more than for him to continue. Before Katie could figured out the confusing emotions running through her, Ricky backed away, telling her to turn, and continuing to take pictures like nothing had happened. Soon, they were done. Great, lets have a seat and talk.


       Forced Lesbian rest stop pussy

I looked back at Kendra, now completely nude, tomboyish, as far as I could tell in the dimness of the parking lot lights that shined in the open door.

She grabbed a bag and dug in it. She pulled out a contraption that I couldn't completely identify in the dark, but I already knew what it was.

"The skirt," she nodded toward it as she fumbled with the device I knew she intended to have inside me.

"I don't want to," I whimpered, realizing how pathetic I sounded.

"Shoulda thought about that before, girly-girl. Now get that skirt out of the way before I have to help you."

Worse than what was about to happen would be leaving afterward with a skirt torn to shreds, walking to the car half-naked, basically. I raised up, and to keep control of my skirt, just flipped it under me without taking it off. Kendra looked down at me, blouse and bra open, skirt flipped up, only my panties between her and what she wanted.

I looked back at her to see her stepping into the harness, what looked like a very large dildo bobbing from the front.

"The panties," she ordered, nodding at them.

I looked out the door to see her friends all watching, grins on their faces. This was really going to happen.

"Now!" she ordered. "Don't make me rip them off."

I raised my hips in the air and eased my panties over them and down my legs. I left one ankle in them to retain some control over them. Control was a commodity I was running low on at the moment.

She made some adjustments to her straps, and reached down and spread my legs apart, getting a better look at my bush. Without warning, she ran a finger up my slit and through my bush, startling me. I jumped. Her friends laughed. Settling between my legs, she put a hand on my breast, 34Cs, if it matters. She played with my nipple, kneading it between thumb and forefinger.

After a few seconds of that, she noticed that I had risen partially, trying to get a glimpse of the dildo. I was hoping it wasn't as big as it looked earlier. She took her hand from my breast and pushed my shoulders back down, then put her hand between my legs. I felt her lining the dildo up with my pussy. I wasn't the least bit aroused, no lubrication at all. I could feel her fingers at the head of the dildo, lining up at the right spot. I gritted my teeth, preparing for the pain.

She eased the tip in, not even half an inch, and stopped. I closed my eyes, waiting for the penetration. After a few seconds of it not coming, I looked up at her and saw her watching my face. When our eyes met, she thrust in, none too gently.

There's no other way to say it: it fucking hurt.

My eyes clenched shut tight, and my jaw, too, in pain. From times I had let a boyfriend in before I lubricated, I knew I would eventually lubricate and the pain would ease. I just tried to hold on until then. Unbelievably, I heard laughter from Kendra's friends outside the van. Surely they had all felt this before. How could they be so callous about it? Not just callous, they thought it was funny!

Kendra pulled back and started thrusting, in and out, hard. This was way different than sex with my boyfriend. My boyfriend actually cared about my pain and was gentle until I lubricated. This pain was horrendous.

I opened my eyes and looked at Kendra. "It hurts," I told her. "Could you ease up a bit?" She laughed in my face! She got into a pushup position with her hands by my shoulders. Her thrusts doubled in intensity. The pain magnified. I looked at her arms and saw that she was very fit, somewhat muscular. There was no way I could fight her off, even without her friends. She could toss me around like a rag doll.

Fortunately, it wasn't much longer before I lubricated, and the pain eased. It still wasn't gone, though. Kendra was anything but a thoughtful lover. I wondered if she was this rough with everyone.


       SUPER SLUT

Im a 18 year old super slut. I like to think of myself as a good girl, but the truth is I am a cumslut and I love it. I guess if you have talked to me before you would how little control I have over myself when I am horny.


       I want to be taken hard by a girl

Lately, I have been dreaming about finding a girlfriend and getting fucked hard by her. She would have to be bigger than me and more dominant. It gets my pussy so wet, thinking of her pinning me down and taking what she wants. Just like this pic.