To The Cunt Across the street and her shitty kids.

I don't believe in hitting women, but god damn it Paula one of these days Im gonna bounce your fucking head of a car wind shield. Sorry you got knocked up by every Nigger west of the Fucking African Continent, sorry that your husband finally saw the light and left you for learning none of your shitty kids are his, both of you being white and with monkeys for children should have been his first fucking sign you spread your legs for any Gold Tooth Monkey with a criminal background, and it pains me to no fucking end Unemployment cut you off after learning you were selling acid on the down low and your current Nigger boyfriend is doing time for a kid sex beef.
But the next fucking time you slam your rusty piece of shit car into my mail box, I am gonna kick you in the fucking tax rebate box you call your pussy! And for fuck sake, clean up your god damn yard, tell your shitty kids to stop setting fires on this block. And dont give me that, 'aint my kids' THERE ARE NO OTHER FUCKING HALF BREED KIDS ON THIS BLOCK! THEY DON'T EVEN MAKE THE EFFORT TO RUN AWAY, I KNOW, I CAUGHT LITTLE ASPIRIN OR TYLENOL OR WHAT EVER THAT LITTLE SHITS NAME IS SETTING FIRE TO A TIRE AND ROLLING IT DOWN A HILL.

I HOPE TO CHRIST, SOCIAL SERVICES TAKES THEM AWAY FROM YOU. FUCK IT, EXPECT THEM IN THE MORNING, ONE LOOK AT YOUR SHITTY HOUSE AND 9 MONKEYS, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FINALLY SEE MY TAX DOLLARS AT WORK!

now i feel better

In terms of confessions, mine is rather benign compared to others. Recently went on a business trip with a married female coworker named Leann. We ended up going to dinner and I made an innocuous comment about her dress which she thought was kind.
After dinner we ended up in her room talking about business, coworkers etc and she kept rubbing her calves and I asked her why she was rubbing them so much. She told me she shaved them that morning but was concerned about stubble. I reached out and said let me see and briefly rubbed her calf and told her I thought they were smooth. She asked me about the other leg and I told her they both felt smooth. She proceeded to tell me my hands felt relaxing on her calves and I asked her if she wanted me to massage her legs. She was sitting on my left side and swung her legs over mine so her knees were resting on my left thigh.
I think I massaged her calves for 5-10 minutes while we talked and I was moving my hands up and down her legs from her ankles to the inside of her knees. As we talked I moved a little higher just to see if she would say anything and soon I was rubbing about half way up her thigh. She continued to talk like nothing was happening and I started to get hard. I knew she could feel my cock on the back of her legs which made me harder. I remember making a comment about the smoothness of her thighs and she mentioned she put lotion on her legs every night.
Eventually I was massaging the inside of her thigh and giving it gentle squeezes while I moved my hand back and fourth. Her black dress was high enough up her legs I could see her white cotton panties. I moved my hand up even higher so that it brushed her panties and she told me that was high enough. I asked her if I could continue rubbing her thigh and she said yes but not that high, so I concentrated my efforts just a couple inches below that. A little while later I moved my hand over to her other leg so I was rubbing the outside of her left leg. I worked my way higher so that my fingers were almost touching her ass. She shifted a little and asked if I was trying to feel her ass and I said is that ok or should I stick to your thighs? She told me I could feel a little but not to touch her between her legs or under her panties.
She leaned more on her right side towards me so I could slip my hand under her left cheek. She let me massage her ass for a couple of minutes and I told her my hand was getting a cramp and if she wouldn't mind standing up while I rubbed her. She stood in front of me and let me use both hands on her ass cheeks. I even got the tips of my fingers under her panties enough I could feel her bare ass. Over the next half hour she let me squeeze and push and pull her ass cheeks. I took a chance and put my face near her pussy and she even let me kiss her pussy through her panties. I tried to give her a couple of licks and then she said that was enough. I told her I was hard and asked if she wanted to suck me and she told me she couldn't because she was married. She did say I could play with myself If I wanted to so I pulled my trousers down to my knees and started rubbing my cock for her. She seemed fixated on my cock and told me she didnt realize I was as big as I was. I slowly jerked off for her for 5-10 minutes and I asked her if she would suck my fingers since she wouldnt suck me off. She ended up letting me stick my fingers in and around her mouth and she even licked them a little. I took my wet fingers and wiped them on her lips and she told me I better finish up. She went and got a towel from the bathroom and I finished jerking off for her. As I was cumming I told her I was shooting it in her mouth and how I wanted her to take it all in her mouth. As I came on the towel she was smiling and we talked for another few minutes before she kicked me out so she could go to sleep.
For the next 2 days we repeated this and the last night there I was able to feel and suck her small breasts. We have another conference in August and Im hoping it works out we can both go.

Okay, so this happened a long time ago, but I still need to get it off my chest. And yes, it's true!I once went to the equivalent of a boarding school (ages 18 and up) and every year there was a reunion and that applied to every single class that had gone to that school for the past 30 years. The reunion took place on the weekend while the then current students were present. I'm sorry for the extra info, but it will be worth it. Anyway, about five years after I had attended, I was greeted by a girl about 19 years old. Not exactly gorgeous but nice enough, slightly chubby and definitely not the brightest bulb, but nice despite that.As it so happened, I had to share a room with another guy, who also wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but fortunately a nice guy.She was enamoured with both of us  so much so, that she wanted to have a threesome with us.I figured, okay, I'm in. That is to say until my roommate shared a bombshell I did not see coming. He confessed to me that he was indeed a virgin.Regardless of how much I wanted to have the threesome, my conscience kicked in and I came to the conclusion that his first time should not be a threesome.Don't get me wrong, I love sex, but this was not the right time to teach him something that he should learn from a woman, and the only partner he should have for his first time. She went on and on about everything she loved doing and she replied to my questions correctly. This told me that she was the real deal. As the hours passed, I knew that I was not able to be any decent sexpartner at such a late time. She talked about how she was going to the reunion the following year and she made me promise that if I was there on the reunion that year, that we would fuck.Well, horny and dumb me, thought, cool, and I said sure, I'm willing if you're up for it.And as particular date showed up, I went to the reunion and as she had promised, she was there.I was hoping to be let off the hook as I really was not that keen on fucking her. So when she said that if she found someone else that night, she would release me from the promise. You see, I always keep my word, if humanly possible. And here I was hoping against all hope that she would let me off the hook, but to no avail.I actually prayed, that's how desperate I was, but when she told me that she had failed to find someone new, I had to do it.We went back to my room and got undressed. She insisted that I should go first, and then she got undressed. She was plump and had a freshly shaved fat pussy. She sat on my lap while we were making out.She let me fondle her boobs as we were warming up to the main event. I then asked her to get on the floor and lift her legs up. She wasn't so keen at first, but I told her that her weight would make it difficult for me to get the job done properly. She obliged.I fingered her fat pussy and got her a little wetter than she had been and then I started to fuck her.I didn't take long before I came, but I wasn't done with her that easily. I then had her get on her knees and lick my cock clean. She wasn't too keen on the idea at first, but I told her that she had promised me that I could order her around and that she was okay with that.That was obviously a lie, but she didn't call me out on it, so she obeyed me like the slutty bitch I knew that she really was. I also fucked her fat ass and had her lick my cock clean afterwards.I will admit that the whole "session" took about an hour and a half.I finished with fucking her pussy before calling it quits. I kissed her on the forehead and told her to get dressed and leave.I did have a guilty conscience for about a minute, but I had to do her like that so that she wouldn't pester me for more. That's the only time I have done anything like that but I just had to.And that's it!

I've just turned 40 and think it's time to confess a 20+ year old sin.
My mom met a really nice guy when I was just a teenager and they got married. He was really nice and really good looking and 11 years younger than my mom. Over the years as my interest in boys increased, I began to get a crush on him and eventually began fantasizing about having sex with him. When I was 19, my mom had to spend 2 months setting up a new company office in Seattle and only came home every other weekend during that time. I had already been flirting with and teasing my stepdad, and decided this was the time to see how far I could take it. One night I came home from work and took a shower and deliberately forgot to get a towel. I stepped into the hallway and went to the linen closet which was in full view of the loungeroom where he was watching tv. He asked what I was doing and I said I forgot a towel. He said I should have yelled out and he would have brought me one. I cheekily asked if he would have dried me off too and he turned beet red. I put on a long t shirt and a skimpy pair of panties and joined him on the couch. Asking if I could put my feet over his lap, he agreed and as I stretched my legs out I made sure I "accidentally" kicked his groin, then sitting up quickly apologized and reached out as if by reflex and cupped his cock quickly, then drew away and apologized again. I could tell he was uncomfortable, and with small subtle movements of my legs I gradually felt him hardening. After a while his hardening became obvious and he asked me to sit up, so I lifted my knees to my chest, giving him full view of my barely covered crotch, then spun round into a sitting position. After seeing my crotch his cock was tenting and I decided it was now or never, so I looked at him and asked if he needed help with that and quickly added, mom will never know. He hesitated then said we couldn't and I replied that I wanted to and reached over and began rubbing his cock.
Within 2 minutes his cock was inside me and he pumped into me so fast and hard that he was ready to cum in a few short minutes. He asked if he was ok to cum in me and I said yes, and he poured his cum into my pussy. Almost immediately he began to regret what we had done and said we could never do it again.
About a year later, he and my mom went seperate ways as she moved to Seattle and within days he knocked on my door. My boyfriend answered the door and my ex stepdad came in and made some small talk, obviously wishing my bf was not there. I told him to come by and take me for coffee the next morning. When he arrived, I dragged him inside and we fucked for hours. He asked about my bf and I said I fucked around on him all the time and he had no clue about any of it.
And so led to a 2 year affair behind my bf's and eventual husband's back.

This is a 100% genuine account of the relationship that has developed between my aunt (my mother's younger sister) and I over the past 18 months. 

As an outline, I am divorced and 35, she is long term separated and 55 with no kids. 

While going through my divorce, I was living with my mother for a few months until I sorted out my living situation. This ran on and ended up being about 8 months. During this time, my aunt moved in for a couple of months as well while she waited on her house renovation being completed. 

My divorce was not smooth or easy and I had been finding some release through drink and recreation "substances" in powder form(not excessive or debilitating, I have a good job that means I have to be sensible but it does allow for some indulgence).  Judge if you want, it's my choice and I'm able to balance it well. 

My aunt and I have always got on really well. It also helps that she's a very attractive woman and looks about 10 years younger than her true age. Easy going, intelligent and open minded, she has always been a pleasure to be in the company of. 

While both staying at my mother's, I had come in late one night and found her up watching TV and just chilling. My mother works in the care industry and works nights more often than not so we just continued to chat about everything and anything for what seemed like ages. 

I had to excuse myself to go to the toilet at one point (anyone familiar with coke knows the effects) as I was needing to pee as much as I was drinking. While washing my hands and drying them I thought a small bump would be a good idea as the conversation was really going well.

Returning to the living room, we carried on chatting for about 20 seconds and my aunt looks at me, one eyebrow up. "Let me see your face a second..." she reached and pulls my chin towards her and tilts my head back. "Oh really?!!" She says and I realise she's spotted a little bit of powder in my nostril. "Fuck I'm in the shit I said to myself!" She looked at me for what seemed like an hour...."Well??". I started coming out with a lame excuse and she puts her hand up. "Aren't you going to share?" She said. 

As if my heart couldn't race any faster, she confirmed she was serious and went to get a small side plate from the kitchen. I handed her the bag from my pocket and she set herself up with a pair of surprisingly long and fat lines, went in to her purse which was beside her, pulled out a £20 (we are in the UK), rolled it and took a line in each nostril. I was absolutely shocked.

So about 5 minutes later we are both talking out jaws off. It was all flowing so fast and I felt extremely at ease. I was being very open about the stress and my behaviour caused by my divorce. She listened and offered some amazing advice, albeit at 150mph! 

I remember getting a little bit emotional about being so open, not breaking down or crying but I was obviously upset. She moves in and just put her arms round me and gave me an amazing hug and a squeeze. That's when it all kicked off. I can remember she whispered "You're going to be ok, just relax" right beside my ear. I audibly gasped, she pulled back and looked at be and the next thing we are kissing. Hard, fast, intense kissing. 

Being as coked up as we were, our inhibitions had dropped significantly and this was happening. I had no clue where it was going to go as another coke side effect was the total inability to get hard. Despite that, we were both basically naked and after exploring one anothers bodies for what could have been 2 minutes or 2 hours, I was tasting her wet pussy.  

Waking up the next day I had the ultimate fear that I had made a major mistake but we talked and it wasn't awkward at all. 

To cut an already very long story short, we are now in a serious but very secret sexual relationship in which we are yet to find something that's off limits. The taboo nature of it is a major turn on but it has also allowed us to have a very open mind towards so many things. We both love watersports, both ways. Sub/domme spam I end up collared and dressed in whatever way I'm told, choking, pain play, exhibitionism and so much more. We have started to post pictures and video online but we are very careful to keep them as anonymous as possible due to the fact we are closely related. 

my G/F has always refused anal sex. i mean she would freak out if my dick even touched that hole. but i tore that ass hole up yesterday.

let me tell you how this all went down. it started a few days ago. we was laying on the couch watching tv. and she jumped up for some reason and kicked me hard in the balls. and let me tell you if i wasn't already laying down i would have went down. she laughed and grabbed my balls through my pants and started jerking on them. she backed off laughed and i was almost in tears. she came up saying i'm sorry and start rubbing my dick then she undid my pants pulled them down to my knees and started rubbing my dick again. i was thinking she going to give me a i'm sorry blowjob. I WAS WRONG. she grabbed my balls and started pulling me off the couch on to the floor and started pulling me down the hall.

i don't mean in a playful way i mean. i'm going to fucking hurt you way. i manged to get one leg up and i kicked her as hard as i could in the pussy she turned loose i grabbed her hair and pulled her to the living room and yelled what the fuck are you doing. you need to get the fuck out of my house now. i wasn't playing she laughed and said she was trying to be just a little kinky. she striped and said want to fuck now. i told her to get the fuck away from me and get the fuck out of my house now.

she got on her knees and started sucking my dick not touching me with her hands i was ready to forgive her even though my balls was killing me. blow jobs seems to over rule anything. then she bit me and i mean clamped down on my dick. first time ever i tried to knock that bitch out. she stood up and kicked me in the balls.

i don't know how my dick and balls was black and blue with deep red teeth bites hurting like hell but was hard as a brick. she ask what i was going to do because i had her pinned down on the coffee table. i spun her around and no lube no nothing and i was balls deep in her ass i took my shorts and stuffed them in her mouth. i fucked that ass and they only lube i used was spit when i felt my dick getting dry.

i fucked that ass for over 45 minutes at least i know because mash was just coming on when i started and it went off and the brady bunch over half over when i pulled out and came and pissed all over her.
picked her up through her out the front door and locked it. i'm sure she had cloths in her car she always does but she left.
i thought she would be calling the cops but she didn't and this morning she called and ask if she could come back that she is sorry she went to far. but never thought i would get her back the way i did.
i told her give me a few days and we will see.
but all her cloths are already packed and in the garage and all the locks have been changed.
i'm kinky but not that kinky.

I know it makes me one depraved motherfucker, but this shit is too hot not to share. Enjoy 🤫

I’ve been dating this new girl for a couple weeks. She’s fucking hot & the sex is great. She is 30 I think, probably 5’7 135lbs with medium size B cup titties pretty big ass and long legs.

Last night for whatever reason she decides to “open up on me” and what she told me a shocked the fuck out of me. She says “I need to tell you something about my last relationship. Please don’t judge me for it though.” She and her ex had been dating since she met him in high school and he was a few years older having already graduated. He was the only guy she’d ever been with and tells me he manipulated her. I asked “what do you mean?” I could tell she was getting uncomfortable As she continued “I don’t know how to say this but my ex Really liked to watch other guys have sex with me while he watched. We’ve only been dating for like four weeks so I haven’t exactly pressed threesome angle but I’d be lying if I didn’t say my cock was getting hard even if I was realizing this bitch wasn’t and isn’t wifey material. I said something on the lines of “well it’s 2021 who cares I’ve had some threesomes before myself.”

She thanked me for being understanding but said “I got to tell you more.” 22-year-old me liked the drunk fun sex and when I would pick the guy and he treated it as just a fun time. I would come so hard and suck him off after we kicked the happy guy out. It change me though when he got a new job in the movie industry and we moved to Los Angeles. That’s when the parties started.” “What parties,” I asked? “Well usually they were at some mansion or house party in the hills and usually ended with me feeling dirty and sore.

At this point I can tell she is on the verge of tears but at the same time my cock is rock hard and I have moved it up into my waist band so she can’t tell. I couldn’t help myself tho and I pressed for some details. “That doesn’t sound too bad, kinda hot even. Was it against your will? What happened?” “No, the first party was swinger party. We got really drunk before going. That time wasn’t really that bad and all i remembers is having sex with a sexy little Latin girl and her older husband. It was the first time I had sex with a woman and I really liked it. She was gentle but sucked my clit in a way I had ever orgasmed before... But that’s where the couple to couple things stopped. And each new thing I found myself liking less and less. I think he just got so into “sharing me” (what he called it) that’s all I became. I was his sex puppet but didn’t know it. One time he brought me to a house and when we walked in there was no feeling out or couples it was an all out orgy on mattresses across the room. I didn’t know what to do and wanted to leave but decided to give it a try like I always did. Before I knew it I was on a bed with two other women in their 40s or 50s. The three of us had been playing with Escher when a group of men led by my boyfriend approach and he instructed me to suck a skinny guy, who I found out was the husband of the one of the women. Obediently I did as he asked and took him in my mouth while my ex pulled me into his waist and did his worst.”
Unable to contain myself now I grab her by the back of the head kiss her and start rubbing what I find to be surprisingly moist pussy. It’s just me and you no one else in here, pull your skirt down and bend over the bed, now. Without a word she pulled back gave my dick an encouraging squeeze turned around and while slowly swinging her hips dropped her panties and skirt. Before she could even get her hands to the floor I had one hand on either side of her hips and was thrusting my cock into her.

“What do you mean his worst?”

There was a sex swing hanging the main room, the skinny man and my boyfriend helped me in. I had a rope in between my breasts in my legs Spread wide. The swing was in a main room and there was probably 20 people standing around watching him and I. I don’t know what came over me, maybe that I was tied up and couldn’t really resist but I wanted to be a whore. I wasn’t keeping count but after taking his load I could tell more was coming. I laid in that swing for probably a half hour while three or four more men used me.

I asked her if she liked it. Her answer was “I was sore the next day but every time I masturbate I think about it. I think I like being a slut.”

A while ago, my wife left me for another man - our relationship wasn't the best and we both knew it was over. It was a depressing time and it took me a while to get over the divorce. Luckily no kids were involved (even after 15 years of marriage). I coasted through life, turned 50, and really wasn't looking for a serious relationship... until I met this beautiful 24-year-old French girl, who was an art student visiting the USA.
I was a regular to a small dive of a coffee shop, I'd go in there and kick back, read a book and drink some coffee. She was in there a lot too. Eventually she approached me and talked to me.
"You know there's nothing more attractive than a guy reading a book... My name is Reine." She said in broken English with a heavy French accent. (It turns out her name means Queen in French)
I must have blushed, I wasn't used to talking to super attractive women at all - in fact most of the time if I was lonely I'd just find some ugly slut to fuck, or try Tinder which usually resulted in ugly sluts lol.
We talked for a while, got to know each other and she told me she's always had a kink for older men.
We started dating, I told her "You know I'm 26 years older than you so if we're still together when you're 50 I'll be 76 or dead."
She laughed it off, "We'll worry about that if and when we get there. Okay?"
I fell hard for her, I was head over heels in love. She was sweet, charming, and paid attention to me. What more could a guy ask for?
After a few days of getting to know her, we fucked - and let me tell you I've never had any sex that compared to what I've experienced with her. There was energy involved, it was like both of our souls met on a higher level and nothing else mattered.
I warned her that I was getting older, and I got some Cialis to make sure I could stay nice and hard for her.
It was probably about the fifth time we were fucking and she looked into my eyes as I plunged into her and spoke some French, but then translated it into English:
"I don't want you to pull out of me when you cum, I want you inside of me... deep inside of me forever my love."
I paused and all kinds of things flooded into my mind, especially if she was on birth control - and then I leaned forward and kissed her as I began thrusting into her beautiful body. I came deep inside of her, and she held me tight as my cum sprayed into her tight pussy.
It turns out, she had a creampie fetish - a breeding fetish.
This went on for months, and she ended up moving in with me. I'd fuck her almost daily, unless she was on her period. One day she looked a bit concerned and seemed to shut down, and she wouldn't talk to me about what the problem was. I went to work, and when I came back there was a note on the table from her.
"I didn't want to tell you, but I am pregnant and my visa has expired and it needs to be renewed so I need to return to France, I already had a flight booked and I was afraid to tell you. I love you very much and I don't know what to do. You are the most perfect man I have ever met, and I hope one day to be called your wife... but for now, I will return to France and get the visa renewed. I hate leaving you like this, it's stupid of me I know. But if you knew I was pregnant and returning to France, you would have stopped me. I will text you when I land and we will make plans to be together my love.
Always yours,
Reine"
I had a panic attack. I texted her, called her, and nothing. Days passed and depression set in for me.
While I loved this woman with all of my heart, I knew nothing about her family, or where she lived in France. All of her clothing was gone, and she didn't have too many personal items...
Sometimes we would sext each other when I was at work, and that's where the picture came from. I just miss her - and I have even thought about going to France to look for her - but how the hell would I even find her? It's such a big country. I don't even know what city or town she's from.
It all came to a head and I was about to do something stupid and hurt myself (hey depression sucks - and being this in love with someone... well it's like having your guts ripped out)... but I finally heard from her yesterday:
"I'm coming back, but I want you to promise me that we can be married. My father and mother disowned me, they're heavily Catholic. I am sorry I left the way I did, I am sorry for hurting you the way I did, I was just in a bad place - being pregnant, and knowing I have to tell my parents. I will see you soon, I still have a key."
Of course, I texted her back like "WTF WHERE ARE YOU" - hell I don't even know why I'm doing this - maybe out of revenge... but maybe for advice - she's so fucking stunning looking, she's so talented too. I'm broken without her, but I do know that will eventually pass - yet it's so hard to deal with such a loss. Sorry for rambling. Yeah I'll take her back... I might delete this later.

Just a (fictional) little story I've been working on. This is a first draft. Let me know if you'd like to read more. (What I've written so far is pretty long, so it'll have to be posted in installments.)
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It's eleven o'clock on a Friday night, and I'm driving home from the grocery store. I lead an exciting life. I always slow down when I pass through the strip of college bars on my way home. I wouldn't want to run over a poor drunk frat boy. I wouldn't want to miss the skimpy outfits the sorority girls are wearing, either. When they have a few drinks in them, they never seem to notice that their shirts are riding a little too low, or that their skirts are hiked up a little too high.

While I wait in the road for a couple of guys to carry their drunk buddy across, I take notice one of these unfortunate sluts. Perky tits, tiny little waist, and just enough hip to hold her skirt up. She's sitting on the curb, with her perky little tits spilling out of her skin-tight top. The light is dim, but I could swear I see a hard pink nipple poking out, begging to be squeezed. She drunkenly shifts her legs and gives me a perfect view of her lacy white panties. The cloth is slightly askew, revealing just a peak of her pink, hairless pussy. I get wet just looking at her, and ache to rub my own pussy through my jeans.

Just as I reach down and rub my throbbing cunt through my pants, a honk from behind me breaks me out of my trance. I've apparently been sitting there in the middle of the street a little too long. I wave at the other driver and drive ahead, losing sight of the sorority slut. As I begin imagining what her date might do to her tonight, blue lights flash in my rear view mirror. Great. I guess a cop noticed my little vacation in the middle of the road, too.

I pull over to the side of the road, and notice that the car behind me is an unmarked police car. Why does he care if I sit in the road too long? Doesn't he have better things to do? As he gets out of his car and starts walking towards me, I notice just how large he is. He's at least 6'4”. He's not a body-builder by any means, but he still looks like he could break me in half. I've already rolled down my window by the time he makes it to me, but the asshole still knocks on my door with his flashlight to get my attention. I grit my teeth against the knowledge that he's just scratched my paint, and say, “Is there a problem, officer?”

He speaks with his gruff voice, and tells me, “I'm going to need you to step out of the car, ma'am.”
“Is that really necessary, sir?”
He lowers his voice to a menacing growl, “Get out of the car. Now.”
“Okay.” As I step out of the car, I notice that, while his gun and taser seem genuine, his badge isn't real. It's a cheap plastic badge you'd get at a costume shop. He catches me looking at his badge and grabs me by the wrist, spins me around, and pins me against the car, my tits pressed against the door. “Who the fuck are you? Let go of me, now!”

In answer, he grabs my other arm, pulls out honest-to-god handcuffs, and cuffs my wrists together. I scream at him this time, “Who the fuck are you?!”
“That's none of your goddamn business, whore.”

He kicks my legs apart, and jams his knee into my crotch. My pussy that had been throbbing in pleasure only minutes before is now in searing pain. Tears stream from my eyes, and he squeezes his hand between me and the car, working his way up my shirt. He reaches my tits and squeezes the right one until I cry out in pain. Mercifully, he pulls his hand out of my shirt, and I breathe a sigh of relief, even as tears stream down my face from the pain in my pussy.

I hear a metallic click, and my breath catches in my throat in fear. I stand perfectly still, and he once again slides his hand up my shirt. This time, though, he has a knife. He runs it up my belly just firm enough to barely slice my skin. I scream, and he uses his other hand to roughly cover my mouth. He cuts me from belly-button to my bra, just enough to draw blood. Tears are now streaming down my face in earnest, and I can't control the sobbing noises coming from my throat. He adjusts the angle of the blade, and saws at my bra, also digging deeper into my flesh. The searing pain makes my breath catch again, but as soon as it started, it stops. He's cut through my bra, and my tits spring free. He pulls the bra away from my tits, and returns with the knife. He pokes at each of my nipples with the knife tip, causing me to cry out in fear. He chuckles darkly, the first noise he's made in several minutes, cuts down the length of my shirt for good measure, and removes his hand and the knife from inside my shirt.

Why has no one noticed that this is going on? We're on the side of the road. Surely someone should have noticed by now? He grabs my throat, moves his knee away from my aching crotch, and spins me around to face him. The hand on my throat tightens, making it all but impossible to breathe. With his other hand, he puts the knife to the base of my throat. I finally get a look at it; it's only about four inches long, but lethally sharp with one serrated edge. The smooth edge of the blade rests on my throat as he says, “Go on and cry, bitch. It's better when you cry.”

To be continued...