Visiting Violator, a short story by ClickingTheKeys. Date added: 2010-08-08. Times viewed: 8213.
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- Intro: M/F, M/F/M, F/F, F/M/F/M, Dom Forced Oral Bondage An intruder makes demands
We had lived in Italy for over a month before my husband had to attend business in Germany for two weeks. Being fairly new in a foreign country, I was somewhat nervous about being alone. The landlord and his wife, who lived next door, were kind and said they’d keep an eye out for me, that helped.
Unable to sleep the fourth night my husband was away, it was around 2am when I walked to the kitchen to get some juice. It was early summer, the windows were open, letting the breeze blow through. After I took a sip of orange juice from the carafe I noticed something move out of the corner of my eye. An intruder.
He was tall, wearing a long sleeve black t-shirt, black jeans and carrying a dark green duffel bag. Standing in the kitchen doorway, he seemed to fill the frame. Broad shoulders, long limbs. Powerful build. His hair and eyes were dark, he was calm. Had it been broad daylight and I had seen him on the street, I would think him handsome and serene, even intelligent. Seeing him in my home knowing I was in danger, his serenity and appearance was mortifying.
My pulse was pounding in my ears. His mouth opened and I heard him say something, low, deep. Deafened by my roaring vitals, I shook my head as if it would make him go away. He spoke again, this time his eyes narrowed. I realized he was speaking Italian.
Hoping it would deter him, I stuttered, “Eng-eng-eng-lish. A-a-a-merican.”
It didn’t. About to say something else, he snapped his mouth shut and grimaced. He took a solid step forward. I jumped back hitting the countertop and dropping the orange juice. The glass shattered across the floor but I didn’t notice. I could only see his eyes on mine. I pressed my back along the counter. Futiley hoping to snake along the edge of the room to the exit where he stood guard.
Amused at my lame tactic, he smirked and approached. I felt my eyes widen as I scrambled to run past him. A large glass shard sliced into my right heel, sending me slipping to the floor. Citrus and pieces of glass burned into my shins but I still tried to crawl out. His large bag dropped beside me. Two strong hands grabbed my waist. I tried to scream but nothing but air came out. Terror held my vocals captive. He was probably high on adrenaline, I felt like I was missing all my strength. He picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
“Please.” I gasped, not even sure he could hear me. “Please. My purse is on-”
He flipped me onto the couch. My short nightgown rode up, exposing the fact I was wearing nothing else. He was smiling down at my fumbling hands that were trying to cover my lasered clean snatch. My hands simulated a chasity belt while I hoped robbing me was all he had in mind. I sat up and was about to scoot myself into the corner of the couch when he straddled my knees. Pinned, I panicked and tried to shove him off by pushing his shoulders. It was like a brick wall- he didn’t budge. Whipfast, a hand grabbed my wrists, pressing them to my chest, his other hand lifted the nightgown to take another look.
It was dark but the moon was full. There was ample light from the hall fixture and the moon. I could clearly see his expression and knew I was in trouble. He was pleased and surprised at the hairless mound. But what made my heart jump into my throat was the look he gave me. Primal. Watching my face his grip tightened on my wrists, his free hand lightly ran over the hairless triangle. The shock made me gasp, he grinned. He drew one of his fingers into his mouth and pulled it out. Moist with saliva, he slowly inserted it between my legs.
“No.” I groaned and writhed uselessly. “Don’t do this.” He wasn’t wasting time, he went straight for the hot spot. The sensual flicker began its hum as he rubbed gently.
Face turned, buried into the couch pillow, tears spilled. My mind raced with what kind of games this man would play. Would I live? Would it be best to get it over with? If I fight will I get hurt more? I sized him up. He was strong and fast, I was feeling sluggish and uncoordinated. There was no super-human strength or slick moves in my head only the thought of surviving this.
I studied the room. Looking for anything that could help. Most things were in moving boxes that had arrived the day before. The couch, loveseat and rug between the two were the only items unpacked besides the master bedroom. One distrubing thing I noticed was twine strewn in the corner. The movers had used it to secure covers to the dining chairs. Now it looked like a weapon to be used against me. I studied him, looking for weaknesses. I found nothing except his pleasure of toying with me.
I realized there were deep cuts on my legs. I could feel glass embedded in my shins. Warm blood trickled over my skin. An idea occured. I sat up and leaned into him, trying to peer around his side. It startled him, pulling his attention for my swelling clit.
“My legs.” I softly cried, there was no need to act I could feel the gashes and they were beginning to throb. “My legs.” I wiggled them under his weight and tried to look over his shoulder. Both hands gripped my wrists as he turned to look at what I was talking about. Despite the dark, there were visible trails of blood on my legs. The glass in my heel had made a palm sized stain on the cushion.
Still holding my wrists, he stood. His face showed no emotion as he thought. He looked around the room. I hoped he didn’t see the rope but knew it was foolish to do so. Within seconds he helped me hobble to the corner where the twine waited. He gathered a few handfuls and laid me back on the couch. My wrists were tied first, then they were bound to my waist. My knees and ankles followed. I was helpless. I cried softly, hiding my face in the back of the couch. Trying to hide from reality like an ostrich.
After a moment I felt alone. I looked up and he was gone. It took a few attempts but I eventually sat up and then breathed a sigh of relief. The moment was short lived. I heard him upstairs, it sounded like he was in my bathroom. He came down the stairs, his eyes locked on mine. Towels in one hand, peroxide and a few things in the other.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I tried to curl up into the corner of the couch. “My purse is in the hallway. Please. Take it and go.” He ignored me. Sitting next to me, he set a hand towel across his thighs and then pulled my calves across his lap. He laid out tweezers, peroxide, tape and bandages on my stomach. “You don’t have to do that. I can go to the hospital once you leave. I won’t tell anyone. Just take what you want and go.” He pulled a penlight out of his pocket, turned it on and held it in his teeth. I gasped at the cuts on my leg. They were worse than I thought. A large sliver of glass glinted off the light. He carefully pulled it out. As he set it down on the towel, I sighed. Taking it out hadn’t hurt as much as I thought.
Then he did something strange, he smiled at me a moment. If the circumstances were different I’d say it was friendly but now it was terrifying. I gaped at him and leaned back wanting to get away. His hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled it toward his face. He pecked a kiss on my forehead. He let go and said, “Coraggioso.”
I was stunned. Maybe he’ll fix me up and leave. I could only hope.
The rest of my shins were only cut superficially. Only two slivers had to be dug out. He lifted my legs, set another towel under them and poured on peroxide. I gritted my teeth. There were too many cuts stinging at once. Eyes watering, I closed them tight.
“Profondo ragazza.” He rubbed my knee until I looked at him. There was a tight lipped smile on his face. He shifted down toward my heel. He looked it over, his eyes widened for a moment. I didn’t take it as a good sign. “Profondo.” He patted my knee, looking at my face. “Profondo.” He slipped the flashlight between his teeth again and bent my leg to bring my heel closer to his face. I could see the glass. It was big. Blood dripped over his hand as he cautiously grabbed a hold of the shard. Again, I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, readying for pain. He whispered, “Profondo,” and pulled it out. It hurt. I flinched but he had a strong grip, my foot hardly moved.
Another lungful of air escaped my chest. He grinned and I bewilederedly watched as he kissed my big toe. “Bravo.” More peroxide was applied. This injury had a few butterfly bandages to hold it shut. Followed with gauze and tape to encircle my heel and ankle. I bit back the well-embedded urge to say thank you.
All wounds attended to, I hoped he had forgotten his earlier sidetrack- me. I hoped he would finish theiving and leave. I could hope all I want. He wasn’t about to pass me up. The medical supplies and glass were rolled up in the towel and tossed to the floor. His hands slid over my thighs and under my nightgown. I was still as a statue.
He mumbled to himself, “Vedere come si puo gustare.”
“No. Please don’t.” Lifiting the fabric, he exposed me to my waist which was as far as the twine would let him. His thumbs ran along the crevice where thigh meets pelvis. “Please don’t.” I tried to cross my legs, weld my thighs together but he was strong. His thumbs slipped down between my legs, prying open the lips. Straddling my shins, his head dipped down. Tongue on target, a jolt arched my back. “Don’t. No. Please no.” I told myself that this was a nightmare. My flesh should not react the way it was. Mutiny of my own nerve endings.
“Delizioso. Lo vi fara ballare.” He was relentless. The tongue licking, teasing, flicking. The tension, the fear- it seemed to escalate arousal. His and mine. I became infuriated with myself.
“I can’t.” I hissed. “No.” His face still buried, a hand slid over my nightgown up my ribs. Fingers slipped over my breast, finding the nipple hard.
Dammit! What the hell is wrong with me?
He suddenly sat up and pulled a swiss knife from his back pocket. Frantically squirming I was trying to get away. Instead of screaming, my throat closed, tears sprung. Shivering in fear, I forced out a raspy whisper, “No. Please don’t hurt-”
He shook his head, signifying I misunderstood his intentions. Carefully, he cut the thin rope binding my knees, ankles and waist. My wrists were still together but freed from my torso. He studied my nightgown. Simple blue cotton minidress with spaghetti straps. Not wanting to undo my hands, he cautiously cut the two straps and then sliced the nightgown down the middle. To have a knife so sharp it cut through fabric like water made me whimper. Gown destoryed, he pulled it away from me like a magician yanking away a tablecloth. I froze. He looked me over. I wasn’t exactly inspected like a piece of beef but it wasn’t a kind look either. It was a how good is she look.
While the knife was flicked shut and disappeared into his back pocket, I tried to cover my bare chest with my biceps. It was difficult but I managed to twist my forearms to cover my lower half.. He didn’t seem to know where to start. One hand took my bundled wrists and gently forced them over my head, I turned my face away, no longer able to cover myself but I could close my eyes. His free hand grazed a breast. He touched his mouth to the other, taking as much of it into his mouth as he could. His tongue slithered in circles. Tracing the fine edge of my aerola and flicking my nipple.
I did everything not to think. Not to make a sound. Pretend I was dreaming. Pretend it wasn’t happening. Anything but let myself realize how aroused I was.
That illusion didn’t last long. He bit my nipple and I moaned invountarily. As soon as it escaped I hid my face in the back of the couch. He wasn’t going to let that slide. He grasped my chin to look at my face. Seeing my shame, some emotion flickered on him. He nuzzled my neck and whispered, “Ho vinto ti danno. Voglio sentir cantare. Veda lei dance. Sentirete.”
“I don’t speak Italian. I’m sorry. Please stop. Please.” I sobbed once. I hated how it sounded. Like he won. Of course he was winning but I didn’t want to admit it. I was even more pissed at the betrayal of my body.
“Profondo ragazza.” He kissed my chin. His lips slipped upwards, grazing mine. Frustrated, a moan growled from my throat. He seemed to think it was passion. His lips pressed hard into mine, his tongue flicking along the edges. Breathing deep, he groaned. Trying to throw him off me, I arched my back. That was misread. He positioned himself between my legs and began to grind. “Mi anadando vi amo.”
“No.” Shifting himself slightly to the side, his fingers slipped down between my legs. It circled the external hot spot then slid inside me. Finding me wet, he gasped and pulled his face from mine. Pushing himself upwards, his upper half hovered over me. He undid his fly single handedly. Panicked and pinned I could only wiggle my spine. Mentally cursing the adrenaline I was obviously missing, my throat contricted again. “No, no, no, no, no-”
There was a tentative knock on the front door. I would have thought I was hearing things, but the intruder froze. His hand pressed over my mouth, eyes narrow with a warning. He jerked his head to the door and quickly stood. Holding his fingers to his lips, he stepped over to his bag. Kneeling, his eyes on mine, he unzipped the duffel and pulled out a pistol. The matte black finish had no shine in the faint light.
Petrified, I shook my head and mouthed, “No!” I would do anything to get out alive. For the person knocking on the door to get away unharmed. Hands clasped, I pleaded as I silently got on my knees. The knife came back out, he flipped it open and cut the twine from my wrists. I sighed out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and rubbed the red spots. He pulled my wrists to his face and kissed them. He is the most confusing person I’ve ever met. A kissing psychopath?
“Issa?” It was my landlord Nick. I heard his keys jangling and his wife Rosa saying something sharply in Italian. “Issa!? Are you all right?”
Rosa spoke quick and low. He snipped at her. The intruder was suddenly beside me, lifting me to my feet and pointing at the door. I shook my head and slid back to my knees, hands together, begging. It was bad enough I was in this, I didn’t want two more people in the nightmare with me. Wanting to distract the man, I did the only thing I could think of- I finished unzipping his fly. It startled him. He grabbed my hands in both of his. The gun was cold against my skin. He shook his head but pressed my hands tighter to him for a moment. I was hoping this could work. Slightly curling my fingers around his hard dick, he gasped and then ripped himself away. He motioned for me to stand up, I did. He was thinking, his face dark and worrisome. He nodded at the door.
“Issa!” Nick called. “Are you-”
The man stood there, ominously gazing at me, he waved the gun. Enough said. I cleared my throat. “Nick?” It was too raspy, I coughed. “Nick. I’m coming, just a second.” Realizing I was naked and cut up, I froze at the door. There was no peephole or window near the entry which bothered me the moment we moved in but now I was glad. Standing behind the door, gluing myself to it, I opened the door only letting my head be visible.
Nick and Rosa were only a few years older than me. Nick was a continually smiling, handsome, gold-haired flirt with classic Roman features. Rosa was curvaseous and a little chubby, beautiful. A dark-haired bombshell with no sense of humor, rarely giving a grin. How the two of them ended up married, I had yet to figure out. But I think they liked to fight.
“Issa.” Even though it was the middle of the night, he had a winsome smile on. “Rosa thought she heard noises. Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” I tried to smile, it didn’t take so I gave up. “Dropped a bottle of orange juice. That’s all.”
Rosa was glaring at the potted plant by the door. Crabby worrying about me in the middle of the night but she was here nonetheless. She was a decent woman.
“Did you need help?” Nick bit back a grin when he realized he could see my bare shoulder. He stepped toward the door. Probably hoping to see more.
“No.” I hid myself a little better. “I’m fine. Just made a mess.” The man was standing behind me. It was a weird time to do this but he ran a hand over my ass, squeezing a cheek. “Uh.” I flinched. “I’m just tired Nick.” The intruder wasn’t done toying. A nipple was pinched, another flinch. I elbowed him in the ribs. “Mosquitos.” I nodded at the two people on my porch. “Even one can be such a pest.”
Nick grasped the edge of the door. “There’s some spray under the sink in the kitchen. Here, let-”
“No, I’m not dressed.” I tried to hold the door shut but Nick was Nick. He was insistant. Pushy.
The visitor had enough. He grabbed my waist, pulled me from the door and pointed the gun at Nick and Rosa. A growling torrent of Italian rumbled from the man. Rosa bit her tongue, fear ran across her face. Nick was stunned by the gun and my nudity. He didn’t know where to look first.
The man motioned for them to come in. After waving the gun once, they obeyed. He shut the door behind them. A few words were spoken. Nick and Rosa sat on the loveseat across from the couch. Still holding me by the waist, the man helped me limp to the blood spotted couch. Rosa saw the blood and cried out. The man glared at her, mumbled something and pointed at my foot. It didn’t comfort her.
He sat himself on the couch next to me. They were sitting up straight, perched on the edge of the cushions. Ready to bolt. I had my legs crossed and hunching, trying to cover myself.
The man looked the couple over, looking for who knows what. Rosa’s eyes were on the floor, lips moving, she seemed to be praying under her breath. Nick was glancing from the man, to the gun to me. Weighing his options I guess. Nick was strong but this man was stronger. I was hoping he wouldn’t do anything stupid.
The man spoke to Nick. Nick nodded and sat on the other side of me. He looked at Nick and grimly smirked. The man spoke softly and quick. Rosa and Nick’s eyes widened.
I turned to my landlord. “What did he say? Tell him he can take anything he wants. My purse is in the-”
Nick stared at the floor. “No. What he wants now-”
“Will he hurt us?”
“Ask him!” I turned to the man beside me. His eyes glinted hard toward Nick. It was a warning.
Nick meekly asked. The man answered. Rosa gasped, Nick looked at his knees. “If we do what he says we’ll be safe.”
The faint lighting couldn’t hide the blood rushing to Nick’s face. “Sex.”
This was not much of a surprise- but having them there would make it worse. “Tell him I’ll go upstairs with him and do what he wants but he has to let you two-”
The man seemed to read me. He laughed quietly and told Nick something.
“He wants all of us.” Rosa sounded like she was cursing at Nick. He snipped at her, “So what?”
“So what, what?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Rosa’s mad at me. The man said he would share you with me because I find you attractive.”
Rosa was pointing to her husband’s boxers. It was the only thing he was wearing besides slippers. Nick was either scared stiff or glad about his prospects. I leaned away from him. Unfortunately that meant I was leaning into the intruder. He slipped his arms around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. He chuckled and told Rosa something.
Nick knew I’d want to know. “He promises to not leave her out. Doesn’t want her to see me enjoy myself while she was alone.”
The man barked an order. Rosa shakily stood and unbuttoned her shirt. It was an oversized mans shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It fell to the floor. She was a curvy woman. Large breasts and nipples. She pushed her green underwear down and stepped out of them. It exposed a black hairy bush under a subtly rolling belly. The man poked Nick in the leg with the pistol. Nick reluctantly pulled off his boxers revealing a healthy erection.
Getting an eyeful of it before looking away, my mind played games. It’s the same length as Dave’s but it’s so much thicker. I hope this doesn’t hurt.
The man held my head, to kiss my mouth. Running his tongue over mine. He whispered something and insisted our eyes stayed on one another’s as Nick translated.
“He wants you to..” the man smiled at me and nodded for Nick to continue. “He wants you to put me in your mouth.”
“What? But Rosa-” I looked at the poor woman. Confused with anger and fear and embarassment. The man gave another order.
Nick said loud and harsh, “Now.” The man pressed my head forward.
“No! It’s not right! It’s-” My lips were against Nick’s hard on. The man said something else. Nick’s hand gripped the base of his dick, forcing the dripping end against my lips. The man kissed my back as if it would make everything all right. He whispered words into my skin.
Nick spoke, “It will just be for a minute. It’s to make it nicer for Rosa.”
Not understanding the logic. I still refused.
Another barrage of words went into my skin as the man caressed his lips on my shoulder. “Please Issa. Or he’ll hurt Rosa.” I opened my mouth and slid Nick in. No control, Nick’s hips flicked upwards, he grunted. “Oh god.” The man chuckled and asked a question as I sucked. Nick shook his head. The man said something else. It seemed he wanted me to know what he asked. “He asked if my Rosa does this. I said no.” Gripping my head gently, the intruder was guiding me up and down on Nick. Not wanting to gag, I used one of my hands to grasp the base of his dick. “As soon as you get me close to coming the sooner it ends.”
That was motivating. I shook the man’s hands off my head and glared at him. He smiled and moved to watch the show. Rosa was blankly staring at me. As if this was some alien ritual. I told myself it was just head. I focused on my task. I flicked the end with my tongue. Nick groaned and bucked. The man warned. Nick narrated, “I’m not to come. Just get close. Oh god Issa. I’m so sorry but it feels so good.” He gasped when I ran the flat of my tongue up the front of him. “No one’s done this in years.”
“It’s okay Nick. Think dirty thoughts and let’s get this over.”
He nodded. The man motioned Rosa to get on her knees to get a better view. He pressed her against Nick’s shins to watch. My free fingers rubbed his balls, her eyes widened when he groaned. Nick was watching me. I looked up at him as best I could, letting him see me take his dick in his mouth, knowing it would cause quicker progress. I swirled my tongue over the head and he shuddered.
I realized the man was kneeling, trying to get the best view of my work. An idea came to me. I thought if I got the intruder to come quick he may leave sooner. I’d do everything I could to get him to the brink when sucking on Nick. I gazed at him as I slowly let Nick pop out of my mouth. Flicking the tip of my tongue over the slit, Nick cried out. The man’s jaw locked. He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet.
He barked something at Rosa. She slowly straddled Nick and slid him into her. The intruder let go of me and rubbed Rosa’s shoulders, speaking to her. She nodded her bowed head. Nick’s head rested on the back of the couch, he was nearing orgasm. The man said something and Nick repeated without moving, “He wants you to kiss me Issa. Using tongue.” Kissing was nothing compared to what I had done. Kneeling on the couch beside him, Rosa leaned away, not wanting to touch me. I didn’t blame her, I felt the same way. Nick slipped a hand behind my head. It seemed he no longer opposed the man’s orders. His tongue found mine quickly, he carefully bit my tongue. His hand groped a breast. The man patted Rosa’s shoulder making her move faster. Nick groaned into my mouth and pinched my nipple, I moaned.
When I glanced over my shoulder, the visitor was standing there undressed. He must have been quick because I hadn’t been kissing Nick very long. When I saw his large dick standing tall I pulled my face from Nick and swallowed hard. It was big, bigger than I was used to. Probably nine or ten inches. At least it wasn’t as wide as Nick’s otherwise I’d probably burst into tears.
The man grinned when he saw my anxiety. He sat on the other end of the couch and motioned at me. He wanted the same treatment as Nick. This time he positioned me to sit in the middle of the couch, on my knees, hunched over his lap.
At first he guided my head toward his hard dick, but I shook his hands off. He sighed and then warned me to be gentle by rubbing the butt of the gun over my jaw. My tongue began its teasing. Again, I’d do everything to end this as soon as possible. Within a couple minutes he was starting to thrust.
I felt his fingers roll down my spine, over my buttock and towards his earlier target. Those fingers mimicked my tongue’s pace and movement. When I flicked the head, he flicked my clit. When I slid the shaft in, he slid in a finger. If I sucked on it, he gently hooked his finger inside me. When I slid him in and out of me, he slid his finger in at out at the same rate. In a couple minutes I was soaked and writhing. If I gasped or groaned he’d thrust a little harder. Things moved quicker.
Suddenly he grasped my head and pulled my face to kiss him. The handle of his gun bumped the back of my skull on accident, he winced on my behalf. Our tongues tangled, feeding on one another. He pulled my hip, wanting me to straddle him, to be inside me. I obliged. His dick was hard and long, I whimpered as I slowly forced him in. He whispered Italian, rubbing my hips as he watched me struggle to get him in. Once he was fully submerged, he gently kissed me. “Bravo.” Like a jump start, he patted my ass, wanting to begin. I groaned after a couple strokes, the slight arch in it rubbed my g-spot alarmingly well. All the fear and shame was gone. I only wanted to fuck and be fucked. He held my hips as I bounced on his lap. There was a moaning sound, it was me. Italian in deep gutteral tones spilled over his lips. I worked quickly. He watched my face, glancing at my shaking tits and back at me. Hope in his face he spoke.
Nick gasped, Rosa was diligently still screwing him. “He wants you to say Dominic.”
“Dominic?” I gasped not understanding until the man’s eyes widened. “His name?” I knew the answer. “Dominic!” He groaned as I slammed onto him as hard as I could. “You fucking brute! You animal! Dominic!”
Nick translated. The man groaned. His hips launched upwards at me. Dominic hissed between gritted teeth, “Issa!”
I screamed, about to punch him but he grabbed my wrists. “Fuck you Dominic!”
Nick was in heat watching the show, he grunted, “Oh god Issa!” Rosa had stopped, dumbfounded.
“Issa!” Dominic gasped then snipped something at Nick.
“He wants you to come Issa!”
“What!?” I laughed without humor. He rolled more demands.
“He wants to make you come first.” Nick nodded earnestly seeming to hope I would too. So eager he forgot he had just been on the edge or orgasm himself.
Grabbing Dominic’s shoulders, I crashed harder, he loosened his grip on my wrists. “Fuck you Dominic!” His hips rose, clashing against mine. My g-spot was about to burst. “Dominic! I’m coming!” My back arched, fingernails clawing his shoulders, I screamed. My lower body gripped his dick, spasming around him. His arms were locked around me so I didn’t fall during my thrashing.
Dominic’s ass lifted off the sofa. Pouding upwards he groaned, “Issa.” I felt the warm threads leave him. He bucked six or seven times, coinciding with his sprays. Tired, I flopped forward onto his bare chest. “Issa.” He kissed my cheek. Two hands caressed my back even though one was holding his gun. My name was tangled with a purr of unfamiliar words. Nick seemed a little shy. After what I just did shyness should have been obliterated from the planet.
“What did he say Nick?” I panted on Dominic’s five o’clock shadowed neck.
“He likes you.”
“Oh fucking great.”
“He wants to rest and go again.”
“No.” I sat up and crossed my arms. “I’m done. He can shoot me for all I care.” I tried to pull away, get him out of me but he grabbed my hips, locking me in place. “Tell him.” I glared at Dominic.
Nick talked fast and was answered just as quick. “He says he’d never shoot you but he’d have no problem shooting one of us.”
I slapped Dominic’s face. It barely made him blink. He smiled. “Dammit.” He squeezed me to him, kissing all the flesh he could reach, mumuring my name.
What is he doing? Is he having remorse now? Don’t these freaks usually beat, rape and leave? What’s with this kissing and lovey dovey pillow talk? He looked up at me and must have read my mind. He pulled my face to his, tenderly kissing me everywhere. He ended on my mouth, a light chaste kiss. Then he sighed and smiled sweetly. What the hell? I felt my eyes blinking a thousand clicks a second. Confusion was all I had.
“Issa.” He whispered then peered around me and said something to Nick.
“He says he’ll let us all go after a few more things.”
“Of goddam course. Let’s get it over with. What now?”
Nick paused until I poked his ribs. “He wants me to come in you Issa.”
“Can I clean up first?”
“No. He wants it messy.”
It was juvenile but I couldn’t help it. I looked at Dominic. My face pinched, I said, “Ew.” He smiled wider. I tried a bribe. Kissing him softly on the lips, I whispered, “Please let me clean up first.” Nick and Dominic bantered. Nick nodded. “At least it’s something.” I looked at those dark unflinching eyes. “Grazie.”
“But he’s going go with you.”
I glared, Dominic nodded. This time he let me pull away. He gave me a a spare towel to sit on while he tied Rosa and Nick to the dining chairs. Thoughtful? Blood on my couch but now he’s thoughtful? This is insane.
I shook my head at him and limped toward the stairs to my bathroom. The intruder on my heels. When I took the first stair I gasped at the pain shooting through my heel. The cut was deeper than I’d thought. Grasping the railing, I fought tears and hopped up the next step. Dominic set a hand on my shoulder. He turned me sideways, bent and scooped me up. I held as still as I could, my eyes locked on my knees as he carried me. At the top of the stairs he stopped, I kept my eyes on my knees. He gently nudged his forehead agaisnt my temple. He wanted me to look at him, I couldn’t. I hid my face in my hands to hide the tears that were falling. After a minute of quietly crying I realized he was rocking me back and forth, speaking softly, kissing my shoulder and arm.
I had to look. I wiped my eyes and he stood straight. There was nothing scary in his demeanor at the moment. There was no guilt either but there was pity. He was upset that I was upset. This guy is fucked up. I almost laughed at the absurdity. The change in my face made him happy, he headed toward the master bath. Once inside he cautiously set me down. I took the last douche from under the sink and sat on the toilet.
He turned the sink faucet on full blast and faced away from me, giving me privacy. I almost laughed again. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me, wanting some sense of modesty. I used only half the bottle of cleansing water. I had a feeling I’d want the rest later. I flushed and went to wash my hands.
Standing awkwardly, trying to keep the towel around myself as I cleaned. He turned and peeled the towel away from me, prying it from my hands. He dropped to his knees and kissed my belly, his hands holding my ass. My foot was beginning to throb so I stood like a stork. Seeing my pain, he picked me up and set me on the counter. Kissing my mouth, his tongue visited mine. Hands roaming. He returned to his knees, his face disappearing between my legs. His tongue licked my clit. Without realizing it I grabbed his head and locked my legs over his shoulders. My back arched when he repeated the move over and over.
“Dominic.” I gasped. He chuckled.
What is wrong with me? This is rape. Why am I letting-
He gently bit the swollen piece. I moaned. The moves increased. “Dom- I’m..” He hissed my name between my legs, never slowing. My back arched, my head bumped into the mirror. His hands pushed my legs further apart, his face went deeper. “Oh god!” Another orgasm was about to send me over the edge. He buckled down. The gun was pressed against my outer thigh. His free hand tweaked a bright pink nipple. “Dom-! Dominic!’ I screamed as I came.
“Issa.” He gasped as a trickle of moisture dripped from me. His tongue took some in. “Issa.” He sighed with delight then tucked his tongue inside me, taking another sample. Standing before me, the dark eyes looked me over. Maybe he was as conflicted as I was. I couldn’t tell. Testing, he slowly bent down to my face, wanting to share a kiss. The taste of me on his lips wasn’t what I thought. I didn’t find it repulsive. Especially not after the way he lapped it, as if savoring me.
After a few seconds, he opened the medicine cabinet and looked for something. He opened a bottle of Tylenol and handed me two. There was a glass near the toothbrushes, he filled it halfway with water and insisted I swallow the pills. While I did he checked my heel bandage. Bringing it to his mouth, he kissed it.
Finished, I was about to slide off the counter when he bent to pick me up. He carried me back into the living room, setting me on the couch. Dominic untied the couple, giving more orders. Rosa sat on the loveseat alone. Nick sat beside me and opened his arms. I looked at Dominic who nodded. Nick pulled me to his lap. I was to repeat the ride. Dominic spoke and Nick carefully found my opening. He groaned when he slipped into my wet hole. Dominic asked something.
Nick said, “She’s tighter than I thought.”
He was a thicker than I was accustomed to. It stretched my opening with a nice lowgrade burn. The men discussed things and occasionally Nick would tell me. “He wants you to go higher and come down harder.” I obeyed and Nick curled forward on my third crash down. “Oh fuck Issa.” Dominic laughed. “Faster.” After the fourth instruction I figured Nick was really calling the shots. He was into this. I can’t say I minded. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks, his body sweating, muscles pulled taut. He was a handsome man. A true footballer. A runner’s build. Lean, strong and limber. His muscles rippled under his skin, it was hypnotic, arousing.
Dominic was kneeling beside me on the couch. He wanted to be part of it. He switched his pistol to his left hand, cradling my back. His right hand rubbed breasts, my clit and anything else he wished. Nick’s hands were locked tight on my waist. I loosely grasped Dominic’s reborn erection, teasingly running my fingertips over it. He pressed a thumb into my mouth. I sucked on it until he yanked it away. He pulled my face to his for another tongue infested kiss. He gave an order. Nick barked it back at me, “Faster Issa! I need to come now!” Dominic’s fingers played with a breast. I cried out. I was close again. Dominic noticed and smacked Nick’s chest, he groaned.
“Issa.” Dominic said. Jumping up from the couch, he stood behind me, his hands squeezing my breasts. In broken English he demanded, “Fassser Issa.” Raising my arms overhead, I curled them around his neck. Using him as leverage, I rode Nick hard. Dominic panted unfamiliar words in my ear. I’m sure they were dirty. I arched my back as the orgasm shook free. He cupped my chin, kissing me deeply as I gasped for breath.
Nick groaned, “Please Issa.” Dominic smiled at Nick’s frustration but kept kissing me. His hands were warm and gentle, even as he clung to a weapon. Bent nearly backwards, I resumed riding Nick. Dominic released me and sat on the couch. His hand on my chin, he wanted me to look at him as I finished fucking Nick.
Another orgasm built in me. The dark eyes staring at my face, relishing the sweat collecting on my skin. “Faster.” Nick gasped, he thrusted high. I screamed and then bit Dominic’s thumb which had slipped back into my mouth. Nick shakily bucked a half dozen more times. My insides were so hot I only felt him spasm and not his ejections.
Quickly, Dominic stood and pulled me away. Cradling me in his arms, his mouth on mine as he took me back into the upstairs bathroom. Knowing what to do, he took the half empty douche and sat me on the basin. There was no privacy this time. Dominic kneeled before me, taking the bottle from my hands. Seeing my embarassment, he sweetly dotted my face with kisses while his hands slipped between my legs. Finding his target, he pressed the nozzle inside and squeezed. Water trickled out as his fingers gently caressed my swollen opening. The tip of his tongue teasingly flicked my mouth. The nozzle was pulled out and he tossed it into the trash. Taking the last towel off the rack, he dabbed me dry.
I stood and went to wash my hands. Some habits die hard. As I washed, he took mouthwash out of the cabinet and took a swig, offering me the same. We swished and spit. He bent down to look at my heel. Running his fingers over it he looked up at me. His thick, jet black eyebrows arched upwards aksing if I was okay. I smiled despite myself, and shrugged. He gave me a small grin and kissed the back of my knee. His hands running up my legs and stopping to squeeze my butt. Suddenly, he stood turned and swooped. Scooping me into his arms to carry me again. I shocked myself when I squealed, he chuckled.
Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tucked my face into his neck.
Who is this guy? Dangerous, terrifying, handsome, a brute and nice. Nice? Intense. Definitely intense. And crazy.
He sat on the loveseat next to Rosa, still holding me. The next set of plans were given to Nick while Dominic fiddled with my hair. My attention roved between Nick and Rosa. Nick was trying to hide the thrill but the rock hard cock between his legs gave him away. Rosa on the other hand, hunched over, seemed to turn whiter with pink splotches breaking across her skin.
Dominic tucked a strand behind my ear and said into my ear, “I like Issa.”
It was time for Nick to translate the next event. Rosa and I were to be on all fours, side by side. Shoulder to hip, our heads at opposite ends. I was let go to take position, a flick of Dominic’s hand and Rosa crawled along my side. Nick kneeled behind me. Dominic sat on the couch, eyes bright, ready to watch.
“I’m so sorry Rosa,” I said as I bowed my head when I realized what was about to happen. Even though she didn’t speak English, I knew she understood me.
Dominic said something to Rosa and she reluctantly nodded. Nick repeated, “He told her she’ll learn to suck dick like she should. Since I lick her she should suck mine.” Patting Rosa’s shoulder, Nick wanted her shoulder pressed tightly against the side of my hip. He was taking full advantage tonight. I could only imagine the fury she’d have for him later.
It seemed Nick was waiting for his cue. Dominic nodded and Nick pushed his dick inside me. Slowly pumping my hole. Wanting to take the pressure off my aching injured shins, I dropped the side of my face to the rug. Letting most of my weight rest on my hands and shoulders. Nick moved sharper. It felt good. “Are you enjoying yourself Nick?”
“I can’t lie. Yes.” He slammed a couple times. Dominic said something and he pulled out. “Time for Rosa.”
She turned her head, not wanting touch it. I bewilderedly watched Dominic run the barrel of the gun between her legs, probing her with it. She opened her mouth and sucked his dick noisily.
“Oh.” Nick moaned. “She’s not as good as you Issa, but..” Then all I heard was Nick moaning and Rosa slurping.
Dominic pulled a throw pillow off the loveseat and offered it to me. I took it and rested my cheek on it. At least I wouldn’t get rug burn on my face.
Dominic said something. Nick reluctantly pulled from Rosa’s mouth and slid himself back in me. We both moaned. Hearing Rosa lick me off him had wound me up. “Fuck Issa. You’re even tighter now.” He told an impatient Dominic something, making his eyes widen at me. He replied and it took Nick a moment to translate, he was too busy fucking. “He wants to know if you’d rather him wait his turn to do what I’m doing now or if you would mind sucking his dick while he fucks Rosa.”
“He’s got the gun.”
Nick nodded at him. Dominic smiled at me. He kneeled before me and motioned at his hard on, wanting me to lube it up for Rosa’s cunt. I gave him a tongue bath, making him juicy. He bent down to kiss me on the mouth, tasting himself and liking it. “Issa,” he said as he rubbed his cock over Rosa’s crack. Rosa was statue still. Hands on her hips, Dominic shoved himself in harshly making her yelp. He smiled at me as he pumped her.
If I looked away from him, either his face or crotch, he’d gently tap my shoulder until I looked at him fucking her. Watching his curved dick slide in and out of her was more exciting than I would have guessed. “Issa.” He pulled out of her hole and offered it to me. I didn’t hesitate. She was salty, but I focused on his contours instead. When I slid him in my mouth as far as I could he groaned and slightly thrusted. He gently pressed my head away so I’d focus on the tip. Running my tongue around the edge, he shivered. “Issa, Issa, Issa.” Dominic sang. He said something to Nick who only grunted.
They coordinated their moves. Fucking then sucking. Nick would bounce in my pussy, copying Dominic’s pace in Rosa. Grunts and moans rumbled from everyone but Rosa. They’d pull out of our cunts and we’d suck their cocks until Dominic switched again.
Nick liked to talk when riding me. “Oh Issa. You are so bad. I feel you. You like me doing this. You’ve wanted me to do this.” Holding my ass, his thumbs pulled the cheeks apart. Exposing my untouched hole to the night. “You ever-”
Dominic said the word and they switched. Dominic said something. Apparently he wanted both men in one woman at a time. Nick was suddenly fucking me while I sucked Dominic. Growling, the pleasure was beginning to rise to its peak again.
Being vacant, Rosa was a little confused and started to get off the floor. Nick palmed the back of her head, holding her in place. Dominic quickly pulled away from me and switched to her, Nick followed. She balked at first but quickly matched their rhythym. They bounced her back and forth. A faint hum rose from her chest. Rosa was finally enjoying it. She moaned with disappointment when they pulled away.
Hearing his wife’s displeasure, Nick spoke frantically to Dominic. He nodded and Nick yanked away from me, plunging himself back into Rosa’s mouth. Her hand grabbed his shaft, he gripped her head and began to fuck her mouth like a loose hole. His thrusts were out of rhythm. She was humming louder.
At first I was enthralled at the show, forgetting my current position and situation. I was deep in live porn and liking it. I felt two hands on my hips, one holding a warm gun. Domininic slipped into me. Uttering my name, “Issssssaaaaa.” His gun toting hand slid up my spine, holding my shoulders close to the floor. Thrusting harshly upwards, an entirely different feeling began.
“Yes! Dominic!” Hearing me, he gouged me quicker. Lifting my knees off the ground, tearing or stretching my overpoked cunt. I screamed.
“Issa!” He yelled as he came. His fingers leaving bruises on my hips as he rattled my bones. Shaking me as I trembled through my orgasm. Dominic rested himself over my back, his fingers running up and down my leg. We watched the couple next to us.
Nick was holding his balls in one hand, Rosa’s head in the other. Bent backwards, he grunted everytime he spurted. Rosa was coughing her way through the sticky stuff. Most slipped down her chin but Nick didn’t mind. Dominic slapped her ass, smiling knowlingly at Nick. Nick nodded, sank back onto his heels and emitted a manly sigh.
Dominic said something quietly into Nick’s ear. They smiled at me. Nick said, “He wants you to make Rosa come.”
I took a deep breath and sighed. It was not something I ever wanted to try. Ever.
Nick said, “I want you to lick her. She won’t know it’s you.” Rosa was wiping her face and hair off on one of the towels. A little stunned, she seemed oblivious to the latest plot.
“What?” I had planned on using only fingers, not my mouth. I shook my head.
Nick whispered to Dominic who agreed. He slowly pulled out of me, taking the towel from Rosa, he set it on the floor. Before he rolled me to sit on it, Dominic rubbed my ass one more time. I petulantly shoved his hands away which made him smile.
“She’s never been with another woman.” Nick said as if it meant anything. It didn’t.
“Me either.” I huffed and looked at Dominic who nodded at me. He wanted to see it too. At least there wasn’t any come in her, that was way beyond me. Tonight had killed enough boundaries. I sighed and waited for them to show me where they wanted me. This time Nick took charge. Talking quietly to Rosa, he wrapped her nightshirt over her eyes and made her lie down on her back, legs spread wide, knees up. Nick tied my hair back with a bit of twine. He made me kneel between her legs, my hands on the floor below her thighs. Nick pressed my head so I my face was down low, ass in the air. They wanted a show.
Kneeling on either side of her, they played with her nipples. When I dove down, they turned to watch.
Running the point of my tongue over her puffy lips, she shifted, trying to get me to lick her clit. Avoiding her direction, I circled it but didn’t touch it. She groaned and lifted her hips. I ran a finger over her hole, rubbing the edges. She tried to shove herself down onto my hand. I pulled it away. Peeling apart her lips, I decided she’d had enough teasing. I flicked her clit, she gasped and tried to sit up. Nick grabbed her hands and forced her to lie down. Dominic held her pussy open so I could use my hands and tonuge for other things. Rosa groaned in Italian. I sucked on her clit, she bucked. I nibbled at it as I pumped two fingers in her. She spoke under her breath, puntuated with groans.
“She’s coming.” Nick gasped as he watched me. Dominic said a few things and took the blindfold off Rosa, she looked at me, pleading for me to continue. “Don’t stop!” Nick yelled as he lept behind me. Gripping my hips he shoved himself into me. Fucking rapidly, the sound of meat slapping together filled the room. “Yes! She’s coming!” Rosa groaned loud. “She’s coming because Issa’s licking her pussy!” Hearing that made me come. Nick pounded me hard, shoving my gasping face into his wife’s cunt as she groaned her orgasm, spraying onto my chin. A few final thrusts and Nick came, pumping me full again. We were panting, Nick spanked my ass. “Oh Issa. So nice.”
Dominic stood over us. Pleased with the show. Rosa, flushed and panting nearly smiled at me. Dominic gave another order and Nick pulled out of me. It took him a moment to get to his feet. He offered his hand to his wife and helped her up. I rolled onto my back, wondering what the hell was next. Nick grinned at me and winked. He fucking winked.
“What the fuck?” I hissed.
It made him smile. “Thank you Issa. None of us are to call the police as Dominic says.”
He shrugged. “I had too much fun. Nothing to report here.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
He smiled and said, “I wouldn’t mind doing this again. How would your husband take it?”
“He’d die before he do this.”
“That’s why we waited for him to leave.”
I bolted upright. “What?”
“I’ve known Dominic for years.”
“What about your wife?”
“She doesn’t know him, he lives in Sicily and he was over for a visit. I’ve been planning this for awhile, just been waiting for the right tennant.”
Enraged, I said, “Lucky me.”
“How many times did you come tonight Issa?” Heading toward the door, he laughed.
“Get out!” He shut the door behind him. His poor wife not grasping what happened. I looked at Dominic who was wearing another rock hard dick. “Do you speak English?”
“You fucker. Get out.” I rolled onto my side, wanting to die. Ashamed and embarassed. And exhausted. Fucked up in more than one way. He bent over me and I tried get away. Before I could get too far, an arm slipped under my knees the other went behind my back. “No more Dominic.” I covered my face as tears of guilt fell from my eyes. “Now you know what a whore I am you can leave. You and Nick can be all proud and happy about yourselves.” He lifted me and carried me upstairs.
Careful to not bump my foot, he opened my bedroom door and took me inside. Slowly, he laid me down on the bed. He tucked two pillows under my bad foot and then covered me with the sheet. He pulled my hands from my face, holding both wrists in one hand. His fingers trailed over my throat. He gave me a lingering kiss and smiled. “Bravo Issa.” He turned and left as silent as he entered the house.
Wanting a shower and a bottle of tequila and not necessarily in that order, I got out of bed. My foot was throbbing. I limped awkwardly to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The bar supplies were boxed up in the office. Grabbing the nearest bottle of dark liquid I unscrewed the lid and took big gulps until my throat hurt too much to swallow more. I hobbled back to the bathroom, set the bottle down on the vanity and climbed into the shower. The water burned my cuts, my heel was pulsing, probably in need of stitches. I slipped to the floor and cried.
Who am I? What did I do? Why did I give in? How the hell did I like this? Oh god. Dave is going to kill me. I’ll have to lie. Lie about everything. It wasn’t my fault. The guy was huge and had a gun. Dammit. It’s probably a toy. Fuck.
I probably should to go to the hospital and get my foot looked at. I need to move into another neighborhood. I can’t trust Nick. He’d probably be here every second Dave is at work. Trying to-
The glass shower door opened. A still nude and very hard Dominic stood there. Holding more Tylenol and a glass of wine. How considerate. Drunk and drugged after being used like a two dollar whore. Great. Fucking great.
I reached for the shower door handle, wanting to close it. Wanting him to go away. Wanting the world to disappear. He blocked the door with his foot.
“Go home.” I said as I wiped my eyes. He stepped into the shower. Pulling my knees to my chest, I wrapped my arms around myself and hid my face on my knees. “Go away. I hurt and want to sleep and die.”
He turned off the water and held out the pills. He wasn’t going anywhere. I popped them quickly and chugged down the wine. Most of it dribbled out the sides of my mouth. I wanted to throw the goblet but I’d already broken enough glass tonight. I set it down and curled back up, ignoring him. For once it worked, he left. I listened, trying to hear if he was gone or not, I couldn’t tell. I wanted to pass out in bed and forget this mess.
On all fours I crawled back to bed, crying over my slutty behavior. Images and instances flashed through my mind bringing rushes of heat and humiliation. “Dammit!” I groaned. It felt like ages before I reached my bed. I flopped onto it like a kid throwing a tantrum. Face down in my pillow I hoped I’d pass out and smother myself. I sobbed instead.
Two hands touched my shoulders. Frustrated, I screamed into the pillow. Knowing things would stop only when he said they would, I screamed again. Now I can scream? Pathetic. He rolled me onto my back and climbed onto the bed. Maneuvering himself between my legs, I closed my eyes and became limp. Hoping to seem lifeless and useless and making him want to leave. He was gentle slipping himself inside my tired hole. A slow rocking of his hips. His lips barely touching breasts, collarbone, throat and jaw.
“Issa.” He breathed into my flesh. Breathing life into me.
“No.” I cried. Disgusted with my response. Horrified at the lust that was revisiting.
“Make love with me Issa.” Taking his hand, he moved it behind my knee and pulled my leg over his hip. “Please Issa.” Trying to get me to kiss him back, he toyed with my mouth. “Kiss me.”
‘No more.” I covered my face with my hands. Trying to will away the desire that was sparking back to life. “I’m done.”
“No.” He pleaded, “Please Issa.” A passionate kiss was marking my neck. He shifted to his knees. “Come Issa. Love me.”
Holding my calves, he held them far apart in the air. Rolling his hips into me. “Dominic, no.” He closed his eyes, smiling because I said his name. He ignored the no. Nonexistant is the no. “Dominic.” Feeling my muscles contracting, he snapped his thrusts, connecting hard. I felt things spark. “Dominic!”
“Yes Issa! Yes!” Gripping my thighs with bruising strength, he bounced as quick as he could. A primitive growl was rising in his chest. He was on the verge.
So was I. “Dominic! I’m coming! Don’t stop!” I screamed. “Fuck!”
As deep as possible, he thrashed my hole making me very aware how sore I’d be even days later. I felt him spray inside me. Hard and warm. He landed on top of me, smiling and panting. “Issa, Issa, Issa.”
“You’re killing me.” I laughed at myself.
Pulling away, he kissed down me. Lips, neck, chest, belly and lastly my very tired snatch.
“May I stay?” He asked wistfully.
I laughed loud. “How polite. Are you planning on sleeping?” He nodded almost bashfully. “Fine. I’ve got to clean up.” Smiling, he lept from the bed and carried me back to the shower where he gently cleaned me head to toe. After applying ointment to my wounds, he tucked me in bed, himself beside me.
“Good night?” I groaned. “I’m not sure what kind of night this was.”
I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
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