Whore
An Erotic Tale of
Deception
K.C. Hall
This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations
are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual
persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental.
©2009 K.C. Hall. All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or
transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
CHAPTER ONE
Tameka stood there looking at herself in the mirror, her mind
wandering as she dried herself. Hmm, straight black hair,
almond brown eyes, long legs, great tits, very juicy athletic and a fabulous ass,
yet her husband rarely touched her. He never seemed interested in
her and the fact that his career took him away from home a lot left
her very lonely.
She had taken up online friendships to help pass the time. She
found the internet chat rooms interesting and fun. And truthfully,
a little naughty. She could change her profile to become anyone she
wanted, she could say anything and experience anything. Lately she
had been entering a bondage chat room, with dominant males and
submissive females. It excited her to watch and listen but she never
joined the conversation. She just sat there, quietly observing, that is
until two weeks ago when he began chatting with her.
She thought about him as she dressed for the day. The things he
said to her excited her but she wasn’t sure she could ever do anything
like the things he suggested, although she really did enjoy the idea
of it all. She had found herself masturbating to the idea more than
once over the past two weeks in fact, she had probably done it 20
or more times. She silently wondered if that was normal, to be so
sexually aroused by an idea implanted in her brain by some guy she
had never met.
She shrugged it off and began tying her bikini top, a trip to the
beach is what she needed, a nice swim in the ocean. She loved the
ocean air, the smell of the salt and the way the water felt on her
body. She drove to the beach in her fancy convertible her husband
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had bought her for Christmas, a blazing Porche Cayenne. She loved it, she
knew she was lucky. Lucky, to be living in South Florida. Lucky, to
have a rich, sexy, pro-basketball playing husband.
She knew his career had afforded them all the finer things in life
and she should be happy but lonely is what she felt most often. All
the money in the world could not fix loneliness; this was something
she had come to learn over the past year.
One year ago, she could hardly believe it had only been a year
since their Platinum style wedding. She remembered the flowers, the music
and the cake, all of her brothers standing there so handsome in their
tuxes. She remembered Marcus walking her down to the aisle and seeing
Shane standing there waiting for her, she was so happy, marrying the
man of her dreams. The sexiest man she had ever seen.
She remembered his eyes how deep and sparkling there were, his
usually messy dreads neatly pulled back. Shane was the only man she
had ever known at least sexually. His eyes were the only ones to ever
see her completely naked. She remembered how shy she was the first
time they made love. Scared to let him see her naked body, to afraid
he would not approve. The thought made her giggle.
She pulled into her favorite parking place nearest to the seaside
bar. She parked and got out of the car, a beautiful day, sunshine
and no clouds. She gathered her things and headed for the bar. The
bartender recognized her immediately.
“ Hey girl, what’s up? Haven’t seen you in a few days.”
“ Yeah, he’s been home the past week so we were spending some
quality time together.” she chuckled.
The bartender started to laugh, “Yeah, I remember that, quality
time you call it? Is that where he wakes up and says hey where’s
breakfast, need to make it snappy going to play golf with the boys?”
Laughing nearly hysterically the bartender said. “Sorry girl, just
kidding. Don’t look so down, basketball season is almost over and you’ll
see more of him then.”
She wanted to believe her but in her mind all she could think
is yeah long hot summer left at home while he plays golf with his
buddies.
” Hey, let me get my drink so I go get some sun.”
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“ Sure thing sweetie” the bartender yelled back from across the
bar where she was now serving one of the sexiest men she had ever
seen.
Next to her husband she thought to herself, my god does it get
any better than this. His muscles were a little more defined than her
husbands, his skin a shade darker and his eyes the most gorgeous
deep brown. Shit. What are you thinking, get that thought out of
your mind. You are a married woman, not some two bit whore; you
wouldn’t have the guts to do it anyway.
She left the bar feeling even more lonely than when she first
arrived. A nice swim, yes that would solve her current state of misery,
she thought. She turned again to look back at the man at the bar; she
noticed he was watching her too. She turned away and began to blush.
She should not be thinking such thoughts.
The swim indeed did her good Tameka came out of the water with
little to no breath left, exhausted from swimming with the ocean
current but yet revitalized somehow. She sighed and leaned back on
her towel. She thought she would just lay there awhile soaking up
sun.
Damn. She must have fallen asleep for how long she wasn’t sure
but from the way her skin felt she was sure it was more than an hour.
Her skin was so hot. She had the strangest feeling someone had been
touching her but nobody was around, she saw no one even close to
her spot. That is why she liked this section of the beach, it was rarely
used even with the bar so nearby. So why was it freaking her out
today? Why did she suddenly feel as though she had somehow been
violated?
She began collecting her things to head back to her car; she was
surely sunburned and a little light headed. She noticed her drink was
nearly gone, strange as she did not remember drinking it. She started
to think, oh shit, she vaguely remembered him approaching her asking
her how the water was. Damn that’s all she remembered until waking
up, she was still very light headed and thought she might puke. The
sun, too much sun that is all, nothing more she thought.
Slowly she walked back to her car; she was surprised to find a
note attached to her wind shield. She put her stuff into the car and
went for the note. As she was unfolding the note her bartender friend
approached her.
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“ Hey girl, so?????”
“ So, what?” She asked.
“What’s his name? What did he want?” The girl gazed at her
waiting for a response but she had none.
She didn’t remember him speaking to her actually. She thought,
well shit she really didn’t know what she thought. God, he must have
talked to her but, she just didn’t remember.
“Come on you can tell. I promise I won’t tell, you know me, I
always keep your secrets don’t I?”
“Lisa, I really don’t know his name he never said, he just
asked how the water was, no big deal, we did not get around to
names. No secrets to be kept here.”
“ Damn girl, no need to get so defensive, I didn’t mean anything
but he was there with you for a long time”
“ Ok, Lisa define long time in your words, what is that like
two beers, one cigarette, 10 minutes in your time, not long at all?”
“No, he was with you for like a half hour or more. When I started
stocking coolers I saw him walk up to you, when I finished the coolers
I had like 3 customers order food, I took their orders and he was still
there, by the time I got the food orders and drinks he was gone and
you were laying there all alone. Surely I thought after such a long
conversation you would have at least gotten his name”
“Hmm, I have to go, Shane will be home soon” Now she was
somewhat scared. Her mind was racing, shit , she had almost forgotten
the note she was holding in her hand. She climbed into her car, starting
the engine and automatically pushing the button to lower the roof.
“Sorry, Lisa, I think I got too much sun. I am really not
feeling good; I’ll talk to you soon, Bye.”
She started to drive away before the other girl could respond.
When she got to the stop sign she read the note. It said, Your pussy
tasted so good today, I can’t wait to teach you to be a good little whore.
Oh Jesus, she thought my pussy tasted good, she didn’t remember him
touching her, hell she didn’t remember talking to him. Christ, what
the hell? Why couldn’t she remember?
She drove home feeling scared and confused, she was still light
headed and felt like she needed to puke. When she pulled into the
driveway she immediately open the car door and began puking her
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guts out, damn, why am I so sick? She got out of the car and headed
straight to her bedroom.
A shower, she thought, yes, I need a shower. The hot water flowed
softly over her naked body, it felt good. Her mind was still racing, so
many thoughts, had he touched her, why couldn’t she remember? She
was so light headed. She wasn’t sure how long she had been in there
when she heard Shane’s voice.
“ Hey Princess, how long you going to be in there? Want some
company?”
“ No Shane, not now, I am not feeling well. I will be right out
ok?”
“ Ok, you sure you’re ok, you don’t need anything?”
“No babe, I will be right out.”
She had no idea why she didn’t just yell out to him and tell him
what she thought had happened to her, but how could she? She really
had no idea what happened. She did know the conversation with
Lisa and the brief memory of him approaching her coupled with
the note left her more than a little scared. She stepped out of the
shower and began drying herself off, when Shane entered.
“ Now that’s what I call sexy.”
“ Shane, I really don’t feel good.”
“ Yeah, I noticed you got sick in the driveway”
“ Sorry, too much sun I think.”
“ It is ok; I really didn’t feel like going out tonight anyway.” Our
anniversary, she had temporarily forgotten,
“Damn, Shane. I am so sorry.”
“We can celebrate when I get back from my road trip.”
Damn, she had forgotten he was leaving in the morning; his team
would be on a 3 game road trip. Alone again she thought and once
again there would be no sex. This time, entirely her fault. She was
really sleepy and decided to lie on the bed and before she knew it she
was fast asleep.
She awoke realizing Shane must have moved her and was now
sleeping next to her. His breathing was deep, his body laying naked,
exposing his incredible ass. Oh how she loved his ass. She believed it
to be the most enticing feature of his entire body. She slowly began
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to get out of the bed trying not to wake him but almost instantly he
opened his eyes and asked.
“Where you going Princess?”
She liked it when he called her that but she sometimes wondered
why he never called her by her name, not even when they made love,
it was always princess. From the first day they met 14 years before,
he had always called her Princess, back then it made her feel special,
to be Shane’s Princess, when she was 7 years old but now it made her
feel more like a porcelain doll a baby doll. She wanted to be called
Sexy, Hot stuff, something but was feeling a little to grown up for
Princess.
She pushed the thought from her mind and said.”I need to take
something for this headache.” It was the first time she realized her
head did hurt.
“ Princess, if I didn’t know you better I’d say you were drinking a
bit much at the beach today.” He began chuckling, but that statement
sent her mind in a whirl.
Damn, my drink was nearly gone and I don’t remember drinking
it. It was then that she realized the man at the beach had drugged her
drink. That made sense; it would explain why she did not remember
talking to him, as well as her being light headed and vomiting in the
driveway.
Shit. She was scared but yet not too frightened to tell Shane. In
her mind she did not think Shane would believe her. I mean come on
a stranger, drug you and what taste your pussy on a public beach in
front of your friends, come on who would believe that? She swallowed
the pills and went back to bed curling up tightly with Shane, he had
always made her feel safe, ever since the accident that took her real
parents and brother 12 years ago when she was just nine years old.
His arms embraced her drawing her in closer to his naked body;
she could feel his dick pressing on her ass as they lay spooned together.
He began nibbling on the back of her neck.
“Stop that. You know it drives me crazy.”
“Yes, I know, that’s why I’m doing it.”
He gave her that wicked little laugh he always gave her when he
wanted sex. She had no energy to fight him so she gave in. She felt
him spreading her legs and caressing her pussy, his touch was soft
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and gentle, and she liked it. She felt his legs begin to force her apart,
he was ready and she knew it. His dick slide in her easily, his thrusts
were gentle, his hands feeling every inch of her body and then it was
over. Damn, she thought, there must be more to it than this? He kissed
her gently and pulled her close to him whispering.
“ Sleep Princess your brothers are expecting breakfast early in the
morning, before we leave.” Shit! Why did they do this to her? Why
did he do this shit? They never tell me anything but expect everything.
Damn, no use in fighting it. She closed her eyes and drifted into a
dream.
She awoke sweating, her pussy wet and pulsating. She realized
she must have had an orgasm while she was sleeping; she was trying
to remember the dream that left her in this state. She rolled over and
looked at Shane, he was still asleep, she could see the alarm clock. It
was still early barely 6:30, she decided to get up and take a shower
just the same.
She really loved the way water feels on her body, it stimulates
her so, it always had. She liked the way the water caresses her pussy,
teasing at it goes. Her hands were massaging her body as the water
ran down, she touched her pussy and realized her dream must have
been a lot more vivid than she knew; her pussy was completely cum
drenched.
She spread herself wide letting the water rinse away juices left
there. Soaping herself up, she was aware of the intense sensations her
fingers were creating. Could she really be this sexually aroused by a
dream? Before she knew what was happening she was caressing her
clit, it felt so good and yet somehow bad, her husband was lying in
the bed not far from her and she was masturbating to, oh shit! It hit
her then, it was him. The man on the beach, he had touched her, and
in fact he had made her cum.
She remembered, his touch was far more forceful than Shane’s, he
was not gentle. She remembered the feel of his fingers inside her. Shit,
she was having an orgasm right there, just thinking about it.
“ Hey, looks like you are having a good time in there, mind if I
join you.” She let out somewhat of a small whimper mostly out of
embarrassment that he had caught her.
“ It’s ok Princess, I just want to join you” He entered the shower,
lifting her off her feet, and pushing her back against the shower wall,
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before she had even the slightest chance of responding, his dick was
in her.
He was not nearly as gentle as she was accustomed to; in fact
he was bordering on hurting her. This was the first time she could
remember him being so forceful, his thrusts were hard she could feel
him sliding his dick almost all the way out and slamming it hard into
her, she started to fight him. He was really starting to hurt her but his
grip was tight. Her struggle seem to somehow entice him, excite him,
he began faster and faster thrusts, kissing her, tasting her breasts, his
fingers caressing her clit, and she came hard. She felt his final release
as he slammed his dick in her wet and swollen pussy.
“WOW! You’ve never done that before.”
He leaned back and looked at her and said “You never let me
do that before” and then he kissed her. He pulled back from her
and smiled, “You know you might actually make a good whore
someday.”He was laughing but she slapped him anyway and acted
mad.
“ Come on Princess; don’t be mad, I was only joking.” She finished
her shower quickly, threw him a nasty look and stormed out of the
shower.
“I’m sorry” he yelled after her. “I was only joking.”
Now she was upset, she had wanted him to call her something
other than Princess, but a good whore? That was not what she had
expected, but deep inside it kind of excited her. She smiled to herself
and went about getting dressed for the day. She chose blue jean shorts
and a tank top, always sunshiny in South Florida she thought and
off to the kitchen to start breakfast. Yes, she could not forget, her
brothers were coming for breakfast.
She wasn’t sure if she had been blessed or cursed having Shane and
two of her adopted brothers playing for the same pro basketball team,
in fact, she had five adopted brothers and Shane all make it pro. All of
them had played basketball with her real brother, she smiled and thought
about them as she made breakfast, hmmm she thought, Chris, she
missed him so much.
They had been close as kids, both playing basketball, Chris was 3
years older and quite a protective older brother so the boys he played
basketball with knew not to mess with his little sister. They all respected
that even at such a young age.
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She remembered meeting Shane for the first time. She was seven
and had gone to the basketball gym with her brother to watch him
practice. He had been chosen to play on a team in Canada, so her and
her parents came to Canada with Chris. This day her parents had
arranged for Chris to have some private gym time, after all Chris had
been chosen Captain and needed more practice as her dad would say.
Chris decided he wanted her to practice with him, she was always
happy and excited to play basketball with Chris. She knew she could
shoot and play as well as most of the boys even if she wasn’t allowed
to.
They had just about finished practicing when Chris made a
pass to her that she stumbled and missed, she remembered Shane
laughing and screaming out “Girls can’t play basketball.”
Chris immediately ran to him and punched him. Her dad
and Roger, her brothers’ coach, had to break up the fight. The
next day Chris was introduced to his team mates, Shane was one of
them, Chris recognized him the instant he saw him. Chris told her
Shane apologized and had told the entire team that the Princess was
protected they were her knights. From that day forward they all called
her princess and did their best to protect her and take care of her.
She never really knew the whole relationship between Chris and
Shane and never understood the bonds that grew between those seven
boys but she always felt these seven were hers. They would never leave
her and would always love her. That was until the accident that took
her parents and Chris away from them, away from her. She thought
she was alone left with no one but she was wrong the remaining six
never left her.
From the day of the accident they stayed with her. Tameka had been
told they defied their parents and coaches. They skipped school and
lied about where they were going all to be certain that at least one of
them was with her at all times.
She had moved in with Marcus' family after her release from the
hospital and his parents adopted her. She was very happy with
them. Marcus was one of her six, she liked him very much he was
always making jokes and teasing her, and she thought he was very
cute.
A year after she moved in with them, Marcus went to a Divison 4
basketball school. She was glad that the other five thankfully all lived
close by so she saw them often. All of their parents had but given up
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trying to separate them, it never worked. They always found ways to
be together.
Shane was the one who lived the closest and he bore most of the
responsibility of her. He always seemed to be there to dry her eyes
when she cried, hold her when she was scared, take care of her when
she was sick. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Marcus'
voice.
”Something smells good, what ya cooking?” He was smiling ear
to ear as always, his curly hair ruffled, hazel eyes dancing, most
women found him to be irresistibly handsome, and he had a lot of
girl friends. Confirmed bachelor, he liked the “plastics”, the Barbie
doll type who had had her tits done and maybe a nose job, she called
them money whores.
“ What’s up big brother? Ready for the road trip?”
“ Depends on how your husband plays, he needs to step it up some,
carry his own weight.” Shane entered the kitchen and threw his towel
at Marcus.
“Look who’s talking Mister My head hurts, can’t take a foul
these days.”
She knew this could get out of hand, she always felt guilty when
they did this shit to each other. Mema would call it boys being boys
but she knew it went much deeper than that at least for Shane.
Shane gave up so much for her, to make sure she was never alone.
He chose to stay and not go to the better basketball schools. He said he could play
and develop closer to home. He said it wasn’t because of her, but she
knew it was. Her knight, he was always the one.
Marcus was alternate captain and very highly paid, one of the
best forwards in the league and although Shane was a very good
defense man his play was not nearly the level of Marcus, nor was his
pay. A sore spot she knew even though it was never openly said, she
knew Shane did have some regrets and she often thought his biggest
regret was her.
“Hey!” she said. “No arguing boys, that’s not how to play as a
team.”
“ Get no argument here Princess.” She looked up to see Earl.
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Thank God, she thought. Earl could calm down any situation
between any of the boys; he was the leader, master controller. The
Captain of the team and the six.
She had always been kind of afraid of Earl, although she didn’t
quite know why. He was always nice to her, protected her, never given
her any reason to think he would hurt her but something inside of
her always kept nagging to beware almost like primal fear. She had
never told anyone that, she never dare say it to anyone, he had always
been there, he loved her like they all did but still, sometimes when he
touched her, a chill of fear would run down her spine.
“ No bullshit guys we need to win these games to ensure home
advantage for the first round of the playoffs.”
“ Yeah, listen to your leader” she said laughing.
“ Breakfast is ready guys and I’m starving so let’s eat ok?”
“Yeah, I bet you are starving Princess.” She heard Shane’s evil little
chuckle, Earl and Marcus both started to laugh, they got the hidden
joke. Earl said.
”Been fucking my lil’ sis have you?” His laugh was both sinister
and somewhat unnerving to her, she thought it was more of a, tell me
was it good type of thing.
Shane replied with an evil accent. “Yes and wait til I get back she
will really be sorry then, going to use it up.”
She was instantly pissed off. She started screaming and yelling,
she couldn’t believe they were sitting around talking about her like she
was some kind of….damn it whore. For an instant she was stunned,
and then she just ran to her room, locking herself in. The boys left
without so much as a goodbye to her, they knew better.
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he lay in her bed and cried for a long time thinking of
the conversation. She began to get angry. She went to her
computer to check her email she wondered if her friend had
sent an email. When she opened her email she was both surprised and
a little frightened. The email read;
“I tasted you at the beach. I hope the drug was not too much for
you, I just wanted you to relax. You were a good whore and came
when you were told. Good Girl. I know your husband will be gone so
come to the beach, walk south of the sea side bar to the hotel called
Parrot Lane and enter room 220. The door will be unlocked, go
in take a shower and wait for me. I have so much to teach you. You
will be a very good whore.”
Oh, god he had made her cum and she was both excited and
scared. She closed he email and tried not to think about it but no
matter what she did, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She wondered
if he would really do the things he said he would or if it had all been
show. She wasn’t sure but it excited her to know he would finger fuck
her on the beach and leave her wanting more.
All day her excitement mounted by 6:30 her heart was racing, she
still wasn’t totally sure she was going to go but by 7 pm she was in the
beach parking lot near the seaside bar. She had come this far. She took
a deep breath and asked herself are you ready for this? She got out of
her car and walked south, she saw the hotel, her heart skipped a beat
the excitement was almost too much, could she really do this?
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She opened the door of the hotel room and entered. She undressed
herself and headed for the shower, her nerves very much on edge.
As usual the water felt very good to her; exciting her sexually she
stepped out of the shower standing there naked, her body still wet.
She shook her hair and ran her fingers through it but did not bother
with a towel.
She opened the door and stepped into the other room. The room
was dark; the light from the bathroom illuminated her naked body.
She instantly froze, realizing she was not alone. She couldn’t see him
but she could feel his eyes on her, watching her. She felt a little shy
but at the same time she was excited. She wanted him, she knew
that much. Without much thought she allowed her hands to begin
caressing her body, as if tempting him to touch her. She felt her hand
on her breast. Her nipples were hard, she began playing with them.
She knew he was watching her. It excited her.
She could see him now; his approach had been slow and precise. He
taunted her with his presence. Teasing her senses. She could smell his
cologne; she could see his deep brown eyes. His eyes were completely
focused on her naked body; he was watching her every movement. She
slid her hand down her body as if begging him to watch. Her fingers
reached her pussy, she began letting her fingers explore. He was still
watching her; neither of them had yet spoken.
She could see his naked body, he looked so strong, and his muscles
so defined, his dick so hard. She hadn’t expected him to come into
her life, she had tried to ignore him but she could not. Now she was
in a hotel room, with him, wanting him so badly, ignoring everything
in her head that told her this was not a good idea; she should leave,
just run.
He grabbed her and pulled her towards him. She could feel his
hands in her hair. He began pulling her hair back exposing her neck.
She could feel him running his tongue down her neck; his teeth began
to sink into her exposed neck. She began to wince slightly as he bit
down on her. She tried to move but she could not, he was so strong,
she was pinned against the wall with no escape. She could feel the
weight of him as he pressed her hard against the wall, she could feel
his hand sliding down her body.
She couldn’t tell if what she was feeling was fear or excitement,
either way she knew he was more than she had bargained for. He
grabbed her wrists and forced her hands above her head and began
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kissing her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, he was in control and
wanted her to know it. His movements were very deliberate. She felt
his knees forcing her legs apart. Her pussy was wet she knew that, no
way to hide her excitement. He released her left arms and before she
knew it she felt his fingers touching her pussy, slowly caressing her clit.
Suddenly he grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the bed.
The sheer strength of him surprised her and for the first time she
was scared. Before she could think he was on top of her pinning her
to the bed, his eyes that had once appeared warm and sensual not
looked dark and evil.
He looked at her, and sensing she was scared he told her “I tried
to tell you.”
Now she was scared. Tell me what? She thought. She tried to ask,
but before she could say anything she felt a sting on her face. The slap
had come without warning.
“Whores don’t talk. Whores just do as they are told. Bad whores
have to be punished; you don’t want to be punished do you? Don’t
try to fight it, you’ll just make it hurt, I don’t want to hurt you, I hope
you know that.”
She did not. She was scared, she wanted to run but she knew
he was too strong she could not escape. Her thoughts were racing
through her mind; this is not the way it’s supposed to happen. He did
not hesitate to touch her. She immediately felt his fingers inside her
pussy. He pushed them deep inside her. The slightest noise escaped
her.
From the moment he touched her, she somehow knew what was
going to happen. She would not fight it. She felt him approach her
from behind, he was placing something on her wrists, she tried to
look but the he forced her not to. He was tying her up she could feel
it but she was defenseless to stop him. The ropes on her wrists were
tight. He approached her and placed a blindfold over her eyes. The
fear against rushed over her, what was he going to do that he did not
want her to see?
Scared and extremely sexually aroused. She was confused. How
could the two go together? She wanted to scream but she knew it
would do no good, nobody could hear her. He was behind her, forcing
her legs apart. Little effort was needed on his part; she was no match
for his incredible strength.
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“ I did try to tell you” he whispered. “Obviously you wanted this
or you would not have come”. Her thoughts were racing once again,
he had told her. She had indeed come there knowing the he was going
to rape her or was this even rape? She came there willing, she willing
undressed herself and she had been enticing him but...
Her thoughts were suddenly returned to what was happening to
her as she felt the burn of yet another slap in the face.
“Pay attention whore.”
He slapped her again, this time harder, much harder. She could
feel the tears swelling up in her eyes, he was going to hurt her and she
knew it. Her hands tied tightly behind her back, her legs spread wide,
he was behind her, one hand in her hair, she could feel him getting his
grasp and forced her forward, and before she knew it he was in front
of her. He was fucking her in the throat hard. She was gagging on his
huge dick, but he was not letting up. He pulled back and slapped her
hard across the face. She let out a loud scream.
He forced her head down and her ass high up in the air, legs apart
exposing her ass. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen now but
with her arms still tightly tied behind her back she was pretty much
at his mercy.
She felt the first slap on her ass from the flogger, not so bad she
thought but each slap was harder. She screamed out in pain. The tears
were flowing down her face, her ass so red and sore, she wondered if
he was ever going to stop.
She could feel his fingers once again on her clit, massaging gently.
“You are a good whore, took your punishment well. I think you
deserve a treat.”
She felt his tongue begin to caress her wet pussy. His tongue was
bringing her much pleasure, her pussy was pulsating, she felt him
sucking her clit, she could not help but cum. She had no control. He
pulled away from her and before she knew what was happening she
felt the flogger slap into her pussy. She screamed. It hurt so badly.
“ You will not cum til I tell you to cum whore, understand me!”
She felt the sting of the flogger on her swollen pussy again. He
shoved her over, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were hard and he
liked that. She felt the flogger on her tits. Each hit was harder. Her
tits must be red, they were sore. He began running his tongue on her
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swollen nipples, sucking them, harder and harder, she felt his teeth
clamp down hard on her nipples, she screamed out in pain.
“This is what happens to all dirty little whores.”
He forced her legs apart and she felt the shaft of him slam into
her pussy. His thrusts so hard and powerful she felt like he was going
to rip her apart. He grabbed her hair pulling hard and biting down
on her neck. His was dick thrusting in and out deep and hard. She
could hardly catch her breath.
He flipped her over and thrust his dick deep in her pussy again.
She felt his fingers sliding into her anus, the sensation excited her. She
felt his dick swelling up she knew he was going to cum, his thrust
became harder, more intense and finally release. He gripped her hips
and gave one more good thrust.
“ Good Little Whore, but you have much to learn.”
When he finished he went o the bathroom leaving her laying
there still with her hands tied behind her and unable to move, she
was completely breathless, she had never experience anything like
this before. She wondered when he would release her. She heard the
bathroom door open she could see him come toward her, his hand
slapped her ass hard.
“ You will learn to please me.” He released her from the ropes
and left.
He never said goodbye and damn it, she still did not know his
name. She laid there thinking and the tears swelled up in her eyes.
Oh fuck, what had she done? She had just had sex with someone, a
stranger who not a day earlier had drugged her and assaulted her on
the beach. How could she be so stupid? What was she thinking, oh
no, what if Shane finds out?
Her tears were flowing, her body full of sensations left by him.
Her ass sore, pussy sore and pulsating and the taste of him in her
mouth, his cologne, damn she could still smell it, fuck, she wanted
him. She wasn’t crying about Shane finding out, she didn’t want him to
go; he excited her. He brought to life a part of her she had not known
before. I am a whore she thought.
She dressed and left the hotel. The night air had chilled, she was
shivering although she wasn’t at all sure it was from the air, her legs
were wobbly and her knees felt week. After effects of sex she knew.
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Tameka just hoped she could hide it and the fact that she had been
crying as she saw Lisa approaching her.
“ Hey girl, what brings you out so late? I saw you when you got here
but you had gone down the beach before I could say anything?”
“I just needed some air. Shane left this morning.”
“ Oh yeah, road trip, how long will be gone?”
“A week 3 games, short trip.”
“ So why do you look so sad” Damn she had noticed.
“We had a fight before he left, he didn’t even say good bye.”
“Sorry Tameka, I know that has to be rough but he will be back
soon and you will work it out. He loves you.”
“ Wish I was as certain of that as you are.”
“Damn Tameka. The boy would give up his life for you and everyone
knows it.”
That statement of fact made her feel guilty; she knew it was true
he had already given up so much for her. She couldn’t help but burst
into tears. Lisa approached her and gave her a big hug,
“ Don’t cry, whatever it is can’t be all that bad.” Tameka thought
to herself, if you only knew the truth you would not be saying that. I
am a horrible person, he will never forgive me.
“I’m sorry Lisa, I need to go.”
“ Hey I have some time, we can go have a drink or something?”
“No thanks Lisa. I think I just want to go home.”
“ Ok, but call me if you want to talk, I’ll be home.”
“Thanks, I will.”
She knew Lisa would be home waiting just like her, she was
dating Earl if only very discreetly. Tameka often thought Lisa
wanted to be more than the hidden girl, Earl kept but Earl was not
the type to be told anything and he treated the women he dated like
a cheap pieces of meat; he was very rough with them treating them
more like property than human beings. She was often offended by
the way he treated women and felt sorry for some of his girlfriends
including Lisa. She could tell that even though she found him
totally offensive and degrading to women, Lisa was in love with
him.
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She turned and left leaving Lisa standing there watching her
go. She felt dirty and wanted to go home and take a shower. When
she arrived home, the house was dark, she had forgotten to leave a
light on, it always scared her to enter a dark house but, just her luck,
she had no choice.
She went through the house systematically turning on all the
lights as she went, she finally made her way to the bedroom turned
on the light and saw the picture of her and Shane on their wedding day.
Her tears started flowing uncontrollably, she had fucked up.
She spent what seemed like an eternity in the shower washing,
douching and trying to get the smell of him off her. Oh, why did she
do that? She was mad because he was talking about her like a whore
so she goes out and acts like one, stupid, stupid. She had such a good
life, basketball player husband, modeling career. Why was she willing
to risk it for this?
Her thoughts were erratic and her head hurting badly, punishment
she thought the worse migraine of her life and she deserved it for being
a dirty little whore. Her pussy and ass still stung from the beating he
had given her she felt it but tried to ignore it. Tameka knew she deserved
the way she felt, used, dirty and sore.
She didn’t bother to dress she just laid on the bed and fell asleep
with little effort. She woke up to the sun shining brightly and the
phone ringing; slowly she answered it, her voice shaky and sounding
not to alert.
“ Hey were you sleeping?”
“Yes, I was actually” she replied.
“ I tried to call you several times last night but you didn’t answer.
I was beginning to think you hated me and had left me for someone
else.”
She tensed at the sound of that and his laughter did nothing to
ease her tension. She wondered if he knew. No. She thought he can’t
know he is 1500 miles away. He’s preparing for a game one that
would help set playoff advantage. There is no way he could know,
still she was worried. Guilt rushed over her.
“ I am sorry I got so upset, when I came out of the room you were
gone, I was upset you had not said goodbye, I went to the beach and
took a walk.”
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“ Nice on the beach?”
“ Yes, I must not have been paying attention to time, before I
knew, it was dark, I saw Lisa.”
“Yeah? How’s Lisa?” She was glad for the change of subject
she was hoping he would not ask too many questions, she wasn’t sure
if she would be able to lie to him.
“ I love you Shane” her tears were coming again and she knew Shane
sensed it.
“ Hey Princess, it’s ok, I will be home soon, I Love you too, no
worries ok?”
“ Ok, no worries” she replied wearily not knowing if things really
would be ok.
“Get some rest and don’t forget to call Leo about your photo
shoot.”
“Oh, yeah that’s right I almost forgot.”
“ I knew you would, I love you princess but I have to go got
practice in 20, need to dress.”
“ I love you too Shane, bye babe.”
She hung up the phone feeling guiltier then before. The only
thought in her mind, was how much he had given up for her. It always
came back to that, he gave and gave to her and all she could give back
was to be an unfaithful wife. A whore.
There was that word again, she thought to herself, maybe that’s
what I am meant to be. A whore. She buried her head in the pillows
and tried to go back to sleep, she didn’t want to think about it
anymore, just sleep.
She awoke late in the evening, it was dark, the clock said 10pm,
wow, and she had slept along time. She laid there thinking about the
events of the previous two days. So much had happened in such a
short time, her emotions were raw, and damn her ass and pussy still
slightly sore.
That was more sex than she had ever had in two days. Shane,
though he liked sex or at least she thought he did, spent most of his
energy playing basketball and traveling so there wasn’t much left in the
tank for her as he would say. She understood that or so she thought.
She had heard many stories and been witness to many basketball players
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who had cheated on their wives. Road trips tended to end up in
“fuck sessions” with b-ball bunnies. She wondered if Shane too was
indulging.
Justifying her actions, she knew that’s what she was doing but
still, she did know there was at least the possibility, hell, Marcus and
Earl would never tell. Bros before hoes they said and these guys
were brothers, no mistaking that. Not blood related but a lifetime
friendship that bonded them closer than most. All six of them were
like that, unseperatable even though they were miles apart. Marcus,
Earl and Shane were all here together. Eric, Earl’s twin brother,
played in Phoenix, Darnell in Toronto and Kwame in Dallas.
Kwame like her, had come from Ghana with his family to play
basketball, he came a year after her and Chris, one year before the
accident. His English wasn’t so good so, Tameka spent a lot of time
with him teaching him to say different things, hanging out, laughing;
it was easy to be with him. She liked him very much; he was her best
friend, the one she shared her secrets with. He knew her best of all.
She was looking forward to seeing him next week; his team would be
here to play against Shane his first game back.
She did know that all six of them would take their brothers secrets
to the grave even if it was something like Shane, fucking around on her.
She had always had this nagging feeling that Shane had married her
more out of loyalty to Chris, then because he loved her. She never
doubted that Shane loved her but was never sure he was in love with
her or that he truly desired her.
She liked sex with Shane but it was never well, it just always
seemed like there should have been something more, excitement,
desire, passion, yes, passion, heat. Damn. He was creeping into her
thoughts again.
She went down to the kitchen, thinking how hungry she was and
thirsty too. It had been yesterday since she had eaten; her body was
still a little shaky. She finished eating and decided a nice shower would
help ease her muscles, and as usual the water felt very good to her.
No surprise she found herself once again sexually aroused. She felt
her fingers caressing her clit, sliding them into her pussy, she couldn’t
believe she was doing this, so much sex and she still wanted more.
She wanted him, her juices flowed and she came hard at the
thought of him. She stood there letting the hot water flow over her
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tears streaming down her face; she stepped out of the shower not
bothering with a towel. She went and lay on the bed, her thoughts
wondering… She hadn’t seen him since their meeting at the hotel but
she could not stop thinking about him. If she closed her eyes she could
feel his touch, she could smell his cologne.
She didn’t want to open her eyes for fear of forgetting. He had
made her feel more alive than she had ever felt and she didn’t want to
lose that feeling. She remembered the pain and the pleasure he had
given her. She longed for him. She was worried he had not enjoyed
her as much as she had enjoyed him. She didn’t understand why he
had not called her or tried to contact her at all.
As she lay there in her bed thinking of him the phone rang. She
answered to hear him say
“ Your first lesson in patience whore, get up put on a skirt no
panties, no bra and a shirt that buttons up the front. Meet me at the
beach, you know the spot.”
She did know he had told her about the place, how secluded it
was, no one to hear you if you scream. She was excited, she quickly
dressed as she had been instructed and left for the beach. When she
reached the spot she realized just how secluded it was, it was very
dark, no street lights, nothing, just the stars, which were bright and
beautiful she thought.
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he stood there starring up at the stars in exactly the spot
he had told her to wait, so why she jumped so much when
she felt his firm grip from behind her, she didn’t know. It
shouldn’t have scared her so, she was expecting him. He grabbed
her hair pulling her head back, straining her neck, his hand quickly
covering her mouth so she could not make a sound. She struggled but
he was much stronger than she was. His grip was tight.
“ Stop struggling bitch.” She was instantaneously frozen by the
voice, it wasn’t him. Oh, God, this can’t be happening, he said to meet
him here. She tried to scream but his hand was hard pressed across
her mouth, she tried struggling free but it was not use. She was using
up all her energy struggling when she heard him.
“ Whores always do what they are told,” it was him.
She stopped struggling but was completely confused; he had not
told her someone else would be here. What had he planned for her?
“ Bad WHORE!!! You must be punished for your behavior in front
of my friend, turn around, place you hands on the car and spread em,”
He began laughing.“Just like the cops say” She did as she was told.
She felt him approach her and lift her skirt. “GOOD WHORE!
Wore exactly what she was told.”
She could feel the warm breeze on her pussy, it felt good. Her ass
was exposed and before she knew it she felt the sting of his belt across
her ass. He told her not to make a sound.
“ If you scream, I will make it worse.”
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She felt the sting of the belt on her ass, she was trying not to
scream but the pain was almost unbearable. Her eyes were full of
tears, she did not deserve this, why was he doing this and why did he
bring someone else? Once again she felt the rush of fear come over
her. Her mind was wandering, wondering why he excited her so much
and why she came back after their first meeting.
She remembered the hotel, she remembered how bad her ass had
hurt not to mention her pussy, from the beating he had given her, yet
here she was once again at his mercy. The ass spanking ended with
her being abruptly, yanked by the hair and forced to her knees.
“ Suck my dick bitch!” She began unzipping his pants to release
his fat dick, the tears still streaming down her faces, her ass stinging
badly.
She began to lick his dick, tasting every inch, slowly taking it in
her mouth. She felt his hands in her hair, gently pulling, she continued
sucking and licking. His grip on her hair became tighter and tighter
until finally he was controlling the movement of her head. Forcing his
dick, in and out of her mouth. Once again she found herself gagging
on his dick. He was very forceful; she thought she was going to choke
to death, her tears flowing harder as she tried to breathe. He quickly
pulled his dick from her mouth and snapped her head back exposing
her and straining her neck. He reached forward and shoved his fingers
in her mouth.
” Suck on these you fucking whore.” He looked to the other man
and said “I told you she was a good little whore who knows how to
take her punishment.”
She saw the flash and knew instantly the other man was taking
pictures. Oh, shit, pictures of her completely submitting. He pulls his
fingers from her mouth and forced his dick back in,
“ Breaks over whore, finish the job.” She did as she was told as
he approached climax he once again grabbed her hair and began
controlling her movements forcing his dick deep down her throat. As
he climaxed he pulled his dick ever so slightly back as to make sure
she would be able to take all he spewed into her mouth.
“You will swallow all of it!” He commanded. The warm flow
of him filled her mouth; she wanted to spit but did not, instead
swallowing his load, licking him clean. He smiled down at her. “Good
whore” he said. His hand still entwined in her hair, he began pulling
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her from her knees. She knew the other man was still taking pictures,
he was just watching and taking pictures and the thought of him still
scared her.
He guided her to the front of the car and forced her to lay back.
He told her to put her hands above her head and hold onto the top
of the hood. She obeyed him. He began unbuttoning her blouse,
exposing her breasts. His hands began caressing her breasts. She felt
his mouth on breasts, he was sucking her breasts. It felt good to her.
As he sucked on one nipple his fingers began to twist the other nipple,
gently at first, them becoming harder as was the sucking, he switched
nipples but continued to inflict pain, twisting and sucking them to the
point she wanted to scream but she knew better than to scream. Her
ass was still hurting and she did not want anymore spanking.
His tongue began to drift lower down her until he reached her
pussy. She felt his tongue began to part her pussy lips; he was enroute
to her clit. He found it easily, his tongue caressed her clit, he was so
masterful, her response to him extremely intense, she fought hard not
to cum, he had not given her permission, she knew she could not cum.
His fingers spreading her pussy wide for his tongue began sliding into
her pussy, he began finger fucking her while his tongue lapped at her
pussy causing her to explode in an orgasm she could not control or
hide. She felt it all the way through her body, her back arched and she
stiffened in last ditch effort to control it but failing miserably.
” I told you never to cum until I give you permission.” Instantly
she began to cry, screaming.
“ Please, I did not mean it, I tried not to cum but…” he slapped
her hard across the face.
“Whores do not talk!!” She could hear the anger in his voice
when he said,
“That is twice you have failed to be a good whore in front of
my friend, your punishment will be harder on you this time, maybe
you will learn your lesson.” His slap was harder this time. Her tears
flowing so hard she could not see. He grabbed her and forced her to
the ground.
“ On all fours like a dog, bitches should be mounted like dogs!”
She obeyed him but she was scared she knew this would be more than
a spanking.
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She felt his hands reaching between her legs and she could see
the flashes, but she could not see what was about to be done to her.
She felt his fingers spreading her pussy lips again in search of her
clit. Again, he easily found it but there was no gentle caressing. He
immediately began pulling it, flicking it, pinching it. He was hurting
her and she knew she was in for much worse. She let out a loud scream
as she felt the clamp being attached to her clit. God, it hurt so badly,
without thinking she began reaching down trying to get it off, she
was screaming in pain. He grabbed her arms and turned her around,
slapping her hard across the face, his anger was apparent.
“ Fucking whore, you will accept this!” The flashes had stopped,
she heard a car door.
“ Hurry up bring it to me.” She saw the other man handing him
rope.
He was tying her up. He forced her back over and began tying
her hands behind her back. He then forced her face down. The clamp
on her clit had moved in all the motion and wasn’t nearly as painful.
As she was there face down with her ass again in the air, she thought
maybe he had forgotten the clamp but no such luck he went straight to
it and forced it back on her clit. It hurt so badly, she began screaming
and struggling to get free. Oh shit, she felt the belt across her ass
harder than ever before. Her legs were still free she was kicking and
screaming, the clamp hurt so bad she just wanted it off.
“ PLEASE TAKE IT OFF!” she screamed.
“ NO!! Damn it I will not take it off, you are my whore and you
will do as I say!” He grabbed her hair and pulled her neck back. She
saw the other man come toward her with what looked like a small