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{ASS} HUNGRY FOR SUZY {Hungry Guy, Suzy} (M/F Mdom Fsub blackmail oral 
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By Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com) and Suzy

HUNGRY FOR SUZY 
By Hungry Guy and Suzy 


DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction between two authors collaborating 
together.  No threats are being made against anyone. 


   *** KENT TENNIS CLUB *** 


    During a pause in the game, the umpire took the opportunity to give 
a summary, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are in the third set tie-break 
between Miss Suzy Smith and Mrs Jane Porter.  In the first set: Smith, 
four; Porter, six.  In the second set: Smith, six; Porter, three.  
Final set currently being decided by tie-break, first to ten points.  
Score - Smith, seven; Porter, seven."

    Jane brushed her red hair out of her face as the umpire read off a 
summary of the championship match so far.  The tiebreak was level.  
Jane looked up into the crowd watching the final and winked at her 
brother, then looked across the net at Suzy waiting behind the 
baseline.  It was Jane's turn to serve, so she tossed the ball and 
served.  Suzy returned the ball with a strong backhand, sending Jane 
running back to the baseline to hit it back.  Play continued back and 
forth for a few easy rallies.  Then Jane had an opportunity to give the 
ball a vicious topspin drive from just inside the service line causing 
Suzy to miss the return and giving Jane the point.  If only she wins 
this championship, Jane could almost feel Wimbledon in her future.  

    "Seven, eight, Smith to serve," called the umpire as the crowd 
clapped for Jane.

    Jane's confidence rose as she returned Suzy's serve with a forehand 
stroke that forced Suzy to run up to the service line to return the 
ball before it bounced a second time.  Jane returned the ball again 
with a powerful backhand, this time sending Suzy back to the baseline 
again.  Then Suzy smashed the ball into the corner sending Jane 
scrambling, only to stumble and miss.  Jane cursed inwardly.  So close!

    "Eight all," called the umpire as the crowd clapped for Suzy.

    Suzy served again, sending the ball into center court from where 
Jane was able to hit it deep putting Suzy's return under pressure, 
allowing Jane to put everything she had into her response.  But Suzy 
had come into the net and was right there to volley the ball back into 
the corner forcing Jane to concede the point. 

    "Eight, nine, Porter to serve.  Match point," called the umpire as 
the crowd clapped for Suzy again. 

    With the pressure on, Jane had to win this point or lose the match 
and the championship.  Jane rubbed a crick in her neck as she stood 
there preparing to serve.  Suzy bent forward ready to receive.  It all 
went quiet and still.  Suzy was aware of a cooling breeze lifting her 
short skirt exposing her white panties but she did not dare take her 
eyes off Jane to adjust her skirt.  Jane served, sending the ball over 
the net--a wide outswinging ball, but Suzy was prepared and crashed it 
right back at her opponent.  Jane was perspiring profusely in the 
tension of the championship match; her racket slipped a fraction of a 
centimetre in her hand, causing the ball to hit the edge of her racket 
and bounce wildly out of bounds.

    "Shit!" she screamed and threw her racket down.  How she hated the 
very sight of Suzy Smith.  The attractive young upstart had ruined her 
chances of going to Wimbledon.

    "Game, set, match and championship to Miss Suzy Smith," called the 
umpire.

    The crowd clapped voraciously for Suzy, as Jane forced herself to 
approach the net and congratulate her opponent as civilly as she could.  

    Jane headed into the clubhouse to freshen up before the buffet.  
She fumed when she glanced over to see a pair of reporters from The 
Canterbury Times and The Kentish Gazette interviewing Suzy and taking 
her photo.  

    Freshened after a quick shower and change of clothes, Jane stepped 
into the small serving room where the club was holding a buffet for the 
players and the press.  She took a glass of Bordeaux from the wine bar 
and began to mingle when Suzy approached her. 

    Simmering inwardly, Jane smiled a false smile.  "Congratulations, 
Suzy."

    "Thank you, Jane.  You played well, too.  I was worried there for a 
while.  It was a close match all the way through." 

    "I'm sure you'll be headed toward Wimbledon before long," spat 
Jane.

    "I don't know," said Suzy.  "My job with Mega World Bank takes too 
much of my schedule.  As it is, I'm travelling to the States next month 
to oversee a project with Lotsatech."

    _How interesting!_ thought Jane.  "Really?  I love the States!"

    "I'll be staying in New York for a week," said Suzy.  "I'm looking 
forward to it."

    "Oh!  New York is so much fun!  The nightlife is incredible!"

    "I won't have much time for nightlife," said Suzy.

    Just then, anther woman approached Jane and Suzy.  "Hi Katie," said 
Suzy.  To Jane, Suzy said, "This is my friend, Katie." 

    Jane nodded.  "Katie, right.  Didn't Suzy beat you six-two, six-two 
in the semi?"  

    Katie sipped her wine and giggled.  "Yes, Suzy's game has much 
improved lately.  I'm so happy for her."

    "You deserved to win that match," said Jane.  "It didn't bother you 
to lose to Suzy?"

    "Of course not," giggled Katie, who took another sip of wine.  
"Suzy's my best friend!"  Turning to Suzy, Katie said, "And you must 
make room for nightlife, Suzy.  How often do you get to go to New 
York?" 

    Suzy glanced oddly at her friend.  "How many of those have you 
had?"

    "Only three," said Katie as she failed to suppress another giggle. 

    "You must see Times Square," said Jane.  "It's almost as gaudy as 
Piccadilly Circus." 

    "You've been there?" asked Katie as she spilled a trickle of wine 
with a sip.

    "Why, yes," said Jane.  "Several times.  Americans are such boors, 
but the city is wonderful at night..."

    "You shouldn't say that," said Katie.  "I know several Americans.  
Lovely people.  Their informality is refreshing, actually."

    Suzy seemed to take a step back at the controversy, but Jane 
continued, ignoring Katie's chiding, "And Suzy, their Subway is such a 
convenient way to get around 24 hours, day and night."

    "If I have time," said Suzy.  

    "Why don't the two of you exchange emails?" said Katie.  "You could 
be Suzy's remote tour director."

    _This is too good to be true!_ thought Jane.  "Of course, Suzy!"  
Jane reached into her purse and removed a card, jotted her email on it, 
and handed it to Suzy.  "Feel free to contact me with any questions.  
You really should head up to Harlem some evening and just walk around 
the quaint old brownstone neighborhoods, especially late at night."

    Just then, a reporter from the Kent Messenger approached.  "Pardon 
ladies, but may I have a word with the champion?"

    "Of course," answered Suzy.  "Pardon me," she said to Jane and 
Katie as she stepped away with the reporter.

    Jane smiled at Katie, "So, Suzy travels on business often?"

    "Right," said Katie.  "I'd love to have her job.  She's been to 
Rome and Frankfurt.  She often takes the train into Paris for the day.  
And now, she's going to New York.  I'm so jealous.  If she wasn't my 
best friend," giggled Katie.

    "So you must know a lot about her," said Jane.

    "I suppose I do," said Katie as she took the last sip from her 
glass of wine.

    Jane pointed to the empty glass in Katie's hand.  "Come.  It looks 
like you could use a refill on that."

    "Right," giggled Katie as the two women headed over to the wine 
bar.


    *** NEW YORK *** 


    Guy missed the 5:10 train home from work Wednesday night, and the 
5:30 train was, of course, late.  And the air conditioning in Penn 
Station was broken _again!_  But at least the train was pleasantly cool 
after it left the station and proceeded north under the streets of 
Manhattan, and came out into daylight below the Cloisters.  

    Arriving home a half-hour later, his own air conditioner was 
buzzing its fight against the summer heat.  He tossed his briefcase 
down and ripped the tie from around his neck.  A quick shower and a 
sandwich later, and _Hungry Guy_ was in shorts and online working on 
his latest kinky sex story.

    It didn't take long for Outlook to nag him about new email.  
Nothing out of the ordinary appeared in his inbox but for the usual 
assortment of long lost relatives in Nigeria needing help to smuggle 
their vast fortunes into America.

    Of course, it wasn't unusual for women to write to him, ask about 
his sexy stories, and tell him about their kinky fantasies.  So he read 
the next email without thinking anything odd about it. 

        > From: Jane Porter
        > To: Hungry Guy
        >
        > My good friend Suzy and I love your 
        > stories about using women as sex toys. 
        > 
        > Suzy will be in New York on business in 
        > a couple of weeks.  If you're willing, 
        > she wants you to fulfil her fantasy.  
        > 
        > She asked me to contact you initially 
        > to make the fantasy seem real to her 
        > when you proposition her.  She wants 
        > you to "blackmail" her into meeting you 
        > for kinky sex.  
        >
        > When you contact her, the threat must 
        > seem for real, or the fantasy won't 
        > work for her.  Please don't let on that
        > it's role-play, or that will spoil
        > the fantasy.  She won the Canterbury 
        > Tennis Championship last week, so tell 
        > her you saw her on BBC and that you 
        > have a thing for tennis players.  
        > 
        > All you have to do is threaten to 
        > send this nude photo of her to her 
        > husband Andrew, and her bosses at 
        > Mega World Bank and their clients at 
        > Lotsatech, and maybe some Kent 
        > newspapers if she doesn't "agree."  
        >
        > Her contact information, photos, 
        > and assorted private details about 

               
	  > her are attached.  
        >
        > Hope to hear back from you soon!
        >
        > Jane

    Guy laughed inwardly--this wouldn't be the first time a woman wrote 
to him and asked to meet him to play out some kinky fantasy.  _What 
these women won't think of!_  Guy opened the attachments and read about 
Suzy, her place of employment, her racket club, her email and phone 
numbers, her home address, and several photos including one nude of her 
standing in a pool.

        > From: Hungry Guy
        > To: Jane Porter
        >
        > Sure, I'll help your friend play 
        > out her fantasy.  I'll contact 
        > her next.
        >
        > Guy

    Guy then drafted the following email to Suzy.

        > From: Hungry Guy
        > To: Suzy Smith
        >
        > I'm sure this email will come as a 
        > surprise, for we have not met before.  
        > But I saw you on BBC America last week.  
        > 
        > Congratulations on winning the tennis 

        
	  > championship at Canterbury! 
        >
        > I find you attractive, and I would 
        > like to meet you and fill your holes. 
        > 
        > Take a look at the photo I've attached.
        >
        > Do you recognize it?         > 
        > You should!  It's you.  Considering 
        > that you're naked, there's little
        > left to the imagination.

    Suzy's reply came the next day.

        > From: Suzy Smith 
        > To: Hungry Guy
        > 
        > How dare you!   How did you get that 
        > information about me?  How did you 
        > get that photo?  Do you really think 
        > I'll agree to meet a complete 
        > stranger for sex because you're in
        > possession of a photo?

    Guy didn't expect an easy conquest.  He had prepared a little more 
persuasion.  
     
        > From: Hungry Guy
        > To: Suzy Smith
        >
        > I bet your manager at Mega World Bank
        > would like to see you naked.  Or your 
        > clients at Lotsatech.  I'll bet your 
        > tennis coach and fellow club members 
        > would love to see you sans clothing.  
        > And what would all the scandal sheets
        > in London do with a nude photo of an 
        > up-and-coming tennis champion?  

    Not surprisingly, Suzy's reply came the next day.     

        > From: Suzy Smith 
        > To: Hungry Guy
        > 
        > Would you really do such a thing?  
        > I can't believe you would threaten
        > anyone in such a way.
  
    Of course, Guy had additional persuasion ready.

        > From: Hungry Guy
        > To: Suzy Smith
        >
        > Not only will the resulting scandal
        > be personally humiliating, but I         
        > imagine that it wouldn't be very
        > advantageous to your professional 
        > or tennis careers either.
        >
        > Of course, all that bother can be 
        > avoided.  Just meet me when you're
        > in New York next month and let me 
        > have my way with you for an afternoon.
        >
        > So what's it to be - either just one 
        > unpleasant afternoon or an unpleasant 
        > rest of you life!

    Guy shouted "Yes!" to himself when he received the next email from 
Suzy.

        > From: Suzy Smith 
        > To: Hungry Guy
        > 
        > Very well, I guess I have no choice, 
        > you pig!  I'll meet you provided you 
        > agree not to damage me or draw blood. 



    Guy replied immediately.

        > From: Hungry Guy
        > To: Suzy Smith
        >
        > Yes, I agree to that.  But beyond that, I
        > make no promises.  And expect a spanking!

    Suzy's reply came again.

        > From: Suzy Smith 
        > To: Hungry Guy
        > 
        > Right.  I'll be busy most of my time in New
        > York.  I don't know when I'll be able to make
        > time to meet you. 

    Guy replied again.

        > From: Hungry Guy
        > To: Suzy Smith
        >
        > That's on you to set aside an afternoon 
        > or evening.  If you don't, then...

    A few more emails settled the details.  As agreed, Suzy called Guy 
from her hotel room when she arrived to give him her room number, and 
they confirmed their meeting time.

    Before leaving, he popped a Cialis -- he would need the extra 
"help" in order to fill _all_ of her holes in a single afternoon.  Then 
he donned a pair of black slacks and a black muscle shirt, and caught a 
bus downtown.

    Guy found the room easily enough.  He knocked, and after a moment, 
a posh-looking woman opened the door wearing a jacket and skirt 
combination suit in light grey with fine pink pinstripes--clearly very 
expensive.  The skirt finished invitingly a couple of inches above her 
knees. 

    "Suzy?" he said.

    "Yes," she said coolly in a British accent.  "Guy?" 

    "The same," he said.

    "All right," she said and stood aside.  "Come in."

    Guy walked in and faced her.  

    Suzy followed him in and stood in the corner, looking terribly 
frightened.  She flinched when he stepped up to her and touched her 
gently on the shoulder.

    "Mmmmmm," he hummed.  "Fresh meat."

    Suzy flinched as a tear rolled down her cheek. 

    Guy chuckled and brushed the tear off with his fingertip.  Then he 
wiped a drop of drool from his mouth as he leered at her, anticipating 
the fun that was in store for him.

    "I can't believe I've been trapped in this situation," she scowled.  
And then she collapsed backward.  

    He caught her before she hit the floor, and steadied her back onto 
her feet.  She was playing the part of unwilling victim very 
convincingly.

    Suzy closed her eyes for a moment, then met his as she sighed.  
That moment, he saw the resignation and capitulation in her eyes as she 
slumped into his grip, and so proceeded to draw his fingers down her 
back and around her waist and across her torso.  But she pulled away 
when he cupped one of her breasts.  

    "Suzy," he said.  "Don't resist.  You know you have to do this." 

    "Hmmph," grunted Suzy.

    Guy continued examining her body, running his fingertip down her 
spine and around to her belly. 

    Guy paused and took a step back.  "You know?" he said.  "You're way 
too up-tight!  You need to loosen up."

    "How do you expect me to do that?" she said.

    "I'll take care of that," he said and sat took her hand and backed 
up to the bed.  Sitting, he pulled her down and across his lap, then 
slapped her butt.

    "Ach," she gasped.  "That stings."

    "This is for all your restrictive limits," he scolded her.

    He counted about 20 spanks before he paused.   

    "Are you done?" she asked in a teary voice.

    "Hardly.  I do love a woman in a skirt--nice easy access--which is 
why you wear them, isn't it?" he said as he flipped her skirt up, 
revealing tiny white satiny knickers.  

    He resumed spanking her, getting a louder "smack" against her butt 
cheeks through her knickers than through her skirt.  

    "Ow!" she screamed.  "That hurts!"

    Ignoring her, he resumed her spanking, counting another 30 spanks 
before pausing.  

    "Now are you done now?  My bottom really hurts from that."

    "Not yet," he said. 

    With both hands, he pulled her knickers down to her knees revealing 
her bare tush.  

    "Please!  No more," she begged.

    Guy smiled and resumed the spanking.

    "Ow!  Ow!  Ow!" she cried with each slap.

    Guy counted to 50 this time, for a grand total of 100 spanks.  

    By then, his hand was sore, but his cock was poking her in the 
belly demanding some fun of its own.

    "What are you going to do to me now?" asked Suzy with a hint of 
terror in her voice.

    "This," said Guy and rolled her over onto her chest and sat on her 
back.

    "Ow!" she screamed.  "You're crushing me!"

    "Shut up!" he yelled back as he pulled her knickers completely off 
and tossed them aside.  Then he turned around and pulled her jacket 
off, then her shirt, and finally, her bra, rendering her completely 
naked.   

    "Please, before you go any further.  I have some condoms under my 
pillow.  I'm not on the pill.  My husband always uses one," Suzy 
begged, extracting the packet.     

    "Of course, Suzy," he told her.  At that, he reached into his bag 
and removed a large black butt-plug.  

    "What's that?" gasped Suzy.

    Guy chuckled, unrolled a rubber onto the butt plug, and then 
smeared some medical lube on it.  

    Suzy screamed as Guy put the rounded point of the butt plug to her 
sphincter, and rammed it in.  He then rolled her onto her back and 
climbed on top of her, kissing her.  Suzy moaned as he squeezed her 
nipples tightly.  

    As he squeezed tighter, she cried out, "Ow!  That hurts!"

    "I'll make it better," he whispered and crawled down and began 
sucking on one of her nipples.  A minute or so later, he switched to 
the other nipple.  Then after thoroughly hardening both of her nipples, 
he slowly licked down her torso.  He paused at her navel, teasing it 
with his tongue, before crawling lower, lower, lower.  

    "And that thing in my bum--it makes me feel like I have to use the 
loo."

    "The what?" asked Guy, twisting his mouth.

    "The toilet, or the bathroom, or whatever you Americans say!"

    Guy laughed and then muzzled her crotch for a moment before 
plunging his face into her twat.  Spreading her pussy lips, he slowly 
licked up and down, stopping to tongue-fuck her vagina for a while, 
then back up to her clit.

    He sucked the tiny nub into his mouth and proceeded to suck it in 
and out in a steady rhythm as well as he sucked down her juices.   

    With disgust, Suzy felt her body beginning to respond.  _Please 
God, no, she thought._ It was bad enough having to submit to his rape, 
but to give him the satisfaction of making her cum would be truly 
appalling.

    He felt Suzy quivering at his onslaught.  "Oh Stop!  Don't make me 
orgasm!  Please!"

    Ignoring her plea, he lay there with his head between her thighs, 
playing her like a trumpet, drawing her clit deeper into his mouth with 
every breath, keeping the rhythm steady and strong, drawing "Ohs" and 
"Ahs" with this lips and tongue.   

    In a burst of motion, Suzy grabbed him by the hair and pulled his 
face deeper into her twat, and crushed his skull between her thighs, as 
her body shook violently in synchronicity to his sucking of her clit.

    Guy continued sucking and sucking until she released her fierce 
grip on his head.  He crawled up her body as she lay there panting and 
deeply ashamed.

    "Ugh!" she gasped as he settled on her once again.

    "You liked that?" asked Guy.

    "What?  Of course not!" she gasped.  "You're disgusting.  That was 
just my body responding, not me!  I still realize I'm being raped, you 
know."

    "Right, now to complete your fucking!" said Guy.

    "No.  No!  Not yet.  The condom!  For God's sake put it on first," 
shrieked Suzy.  "I told you I'm not on the pill.  It's my fertile time 
of month and I don't want to catch any filthy diseases off you either.  
You agreed."

    Guy laughed as he pinned her firmly to the bed.  "Sorry, but I 
changed my mind.  I hate rubbers!  Besides, I'm taking a risk too, you 
know?  My tongue's already been inside your twat.  But, hey!  Ya' gotta 
take some risks to get the most out of life, right?  You're an athlete; 
you understand risk.  Like that luge team in the Olympics earlier this 
year."

   Suzy merely grunted.  

   "Oh!  And I want to be the first to flood your posh English pussy 
with my cum--your poor husband, having to use them.  Wow!  The idea of 
my sperm being the first to penetrate your cervix and fertilize your 
unprotected womb is a Hungry Guy's dream come true.  And Jane would be 
very pleased too if I knocked you up.  That would put pay to your 
Wimbledon chances.  You would have to withdraw and she would have to 
take your place."  

    "What?  Jane?  Porter?  What?  How?  You pig!  You planned this 
with her?" screamed Suzy, struggling ineffectively as he arched his 
back and slid his eager cock into her soaking pussy to join the butt 
plug up her ass.  

    "She said it was _your_ idea," said Guy.

    "No it wasn't!  The cow has set me up.  This is just revenge for my 
beating her at tennis.  She's tricked you too.  I really don't want 
this.  You can stop now--please," begged Suzy.

    "Really.  Well, even better.  So you really are having to submit 
totally against your will.  And is the condom story true as well?  I 
thought you were just saying that for effect.

    "No--it's true, honestly.  You will make me pregnant.  Take it out.  
Please stop now, now you know the truth," she sobbed.

    "Sorry.  I'm not stopping now.  I really will be the first to 
deposit my sperm in you--wow!  I thought I was just being used by you 
to get an anonymous fuck while over here on business.  I was quite 
happy to oblige.  But this is so much better.  You'd better believe I 
will for real send out all those e-mails if you don't cooperate.  I am 
going to fuck you thoroughly and comprehensively, my sweet English 
rose," Guy replied unsympathetically, his eyes bright with lust.

    Guy felt his cock swell even harder with this new information. 

    "Oh, no!" cried Suzy as tears welled up and dribbled down her face 
while Guy began pumping her, slowly at first, then faster and harder.  
"Please stop!  Don't!"

    He felt his orgasm build slowly as Suzy lay there crying under his 
bucking body.  She felt it too and a cold shaft of fear and loathing 
went through her knowing that she was now powerless to prevent him 
sending his vile juices deep into her and impregnating her.  With these 
thoughts in his mind too, it didn't take long for his orgasm to well up 
and explode deep inside her, filling her most private orifice with his 
seed in wave after wave of ecstasy. 

    Thus spent, he fell upon her gasping in the afterglow with his 
softening member still gripped gently by her rubbery pussy lips.

    "Must you?" she sobbed, the sound of a broken woman. 

    "Must I what?" he asked back.

    "Lay upon me, as lovers."

    "Yes, I must," he said.  "Laying upon a woman with my member still 
inside her after an orgasm is quite comfortable and we need to allow a 
bit of time for my sperm to get to work for my friend Jane, don't we?"  
With that, he resumed kissing her, and gently fondling her nipples.  

    "Oh, you pig," she moaned.  "They're tender!"

    "Oh yeah?" he asked, and slapped her breast.

    "Ach!" she screamed.  "That's not how you treat a lady you just 
made love with!"

    "Made love?" he asked.  "And I thought I raping you.  Admit it--you 
loved it.  The first true fucking of your life, eh?"    

    "You're disgusting," she said.

    "You think that was disgusting?  Guess what I'm going to do to you 
next?"

    "I don't want to think about it," she said as Guy rolled her onto 
her back and knelt down straddling her head between his thighs and 
lowered himself upon her.

    "Hey!" she screamed as he pinched her jaw open and rammed his hard 
cock into her mouth.  Suzy began bucking furiously as he pressed his 
crotch tightly to her lips, forcing his rigid member down her throat. 

    Guy was sure that she must have pleasured her husband with her 
mouth, of course, but he could just tell that no one had ever used her 
mouth like this--ever--and never forced it into her throat, using her 
body as nothing more than a sex toy without regard to her comfort. 

    Suzy gagged and panicked kicking wildly and flailing her arms until 
Guy grabbed her wrists and held tightly.  At that, he began pumping her 
face in a steady rhythm.  

    Pinned under the weight of his body resting upon hers, Suzy could 
barely move her head as Guy continued to fuck her throat with brutal 
abandon.  

    Suzy continued to kick and flail her legs to no effect as his 
second orgasm slowly welled up in his loins.  Her gag reflex only 
magnified his pleasure as he felt his climax approaching.  

    Suzy kicked and struggled furiously as Guy pounded her throat.  For 
a moment, she wrested one of her arms free and started punching Guy in 
the kidney.  

    _This girl's damn strong!_ thought Guy.  But Guy was equally strong 
and had the advantage of leverage.  He grabbed her wrist again and 
continued humping her mouth.  Having come just a little while earlier, 
his second orgasm took a while to build up, as Suzy suffered his 
assault inside her throat. 

    Suzy's struggling became subdued as she started to suffocate from 
lack of oxygen.  Guy felt this and the thought of nearly fucking the 
life out of her immediately caused his orgasm to finally well up.  In 
one powerful thrust, he pressed his crotch to her lips under the full 
weight of his torso and began injecting wave upon wave of pleasure 
directly into Suzy's throat.

    His orgasm continued on and on, and then gradually waned as his 
ejaculations came farther and farther apart, until he was drained and 
had no more spunk to feed to her.  

    Feeling drained, he pulled himself out of her and fell back onto 
the bed with a satisfied sigh.  Suzy, on the other hand, gasping for 
air, began a steady fit of sputtering and coughing that lasted a minute 
or two trying to spit out the vile tasting residue of his semen from 
her mouth.

    "Did you like that?" asked Guy.

    After finally catching her breath, Suzy glared at him.  "No!  That 
was disgusting!  You actually enjoy treating women like that?" she 
spat.    

   "Yes," he said. 

   "Right," she said.  "Is that it?  You've had your fun and Jane has 
had her revenge.  Leave me now!  Get out!"

   "Hardly," he said.

   "What more are you planning to do to me?"  

   Guy just grinned and walked over to his small knapsack.  Zipping it 
open, he lifted out a tangle of leather belts connected by steel rings 
and buckles.  

   "What the bloody hell?" she gasped.

   "Suzy!" said Guy.  "What language!"

   "Sorry, but what is that?" she asked, fearfully.

   "It's a _cum sponge_ harness."

   "A _what?"_ 

   "I made it myself," he said.

   "Pervert!"

   "Yes.  Now come here."

   "No!" she said.

   "You must.  Think of the photos I've got of you and where they could 
be going."

   Suzy slumped, realizing that he had her, and slowly walked over and 
allowed herself to be pushed down into a kneeling position before him.

   Guy draped it over her head and pulled it down like a helmet made 
out of straps with additional belts hanging lose from a ring dangling 
below her mouth.  

    "What are you doing to me?" she asked, as tears started flowing 
down her face.

    "I'm not going to hurt you or anything," he said as he tightened 
various buckles on the back of her head and under her chin.  As he did 
so, the ring hanging below her mouth was pulled up and pressed tightly 
against her mouth.

    "Not too tight, is it?" he asked.

    "Do you really care?" she spat.

    "Not really," he shrugged and lifted up the leather straps still 
hanging loose from that ring against her mouth.

    He then stepped into those straps and pulled them up, as if pulling 
up a pair of trousers.  

    "Open your mouth, Suzy," he said as he slid his cock through that 
ring pressed against her mouth.  She had no choice but to obey as he 
pulled her hair to break down her momentary resistance.

    He then tightened a few buckles, pulling the harness snug against 
his hips, and pulling that same ring tight against his crotch, thus 
pulling her face tightly against his crotch and forcing his semi-limp 
cock deep into her mouth.

    Thus connected, he stepped backward, pulling Suzy's face along with 
him, and sat in one of the chairs by the window of her hotel room.  He 
glanced out at the street below, watching the crowds going about their 
business.  

    Leaning back in the chair, he lifted his legs and wrapped them 
around Suzy's head and draped them over her shoulders and rested them 
on her back.

    Suzy glanced up at him with pleading eyes as her gag reflex 
suddenly took over, forcing her to pull and buck against him, but the 
harness held her face tightly against his crotch.  

    "Oh man!  That feels good!" he moaned as he felt her throat and 
tongue squeezing and massaging his cock.

    "I wonder what's on TV right now," he mused as he reached for the 
remote on the small oval lamp table next to the chair.

    The TV came on to a news broadcast, which he watched for a while--
nothing particularly newsworthy, just the usual political scandals.  
Obama and Brown met and made up for the gaffe from Obama's first week 
in office.  In sports, the Yankees are ahead of the Mets in the latest 
Subway Series.  An up-and-coming British tennis player, Adrian 
somebody, won a championship in Canterbury.  

    Something seemed to agitate Suzy at hearing that.  "What's with 
Canterbury and tennis?" asked Guy.   "Don't you Brits play tennis 
anywhere else?"

    But Suzy merely moaned, giving Guy a tingling feeling in his cock 
down her throat.  

    Guy decided to look for more interesting fare, so he switched 
channels until he found a Firefly marathon on the Sci-Fi channel.  Mal 
and Zoe were planning a train heist, while Jayne and Kaylee were 
converging with them on board Serenity.  The doctor was as clueless as 
ever, trying to keep his insane sister out of the way.

    Halfway through the hour-long episode, Suzy's constant involuntary 
stroking of his cock started the build up of yet another orgasm.  

    "Oh wow!" moaned Guy.  "Keep doing that!"

    Suzy, of course, had no choice but to keep doing that as her 
involuntary gag reflex continuously squeezed and massaged his cock 
without pause.

    "Oh yes! Oh yes!" he moaned as he felt a _third_ orgasm build up in 
his loins.

    Suzy began slapping his belly with her palms as his orgasm 
approached the trigger point.  

    He grabbed her wrists just as his orgasm exploded in her throat.  
Once again, his body went into auto-pilot, pumping wave after wave of 
spunk into her throat as he sat there twitching and moaning, barely 
even aware of his grasp of her wrists.  Suzy's eyes were wide open in 
horror as her insides being inundated again by spurt after spurt of his 
foul secretions. 

    Finally spent, he looked down to see Suzy resting her head against 
his inner thigh in a sort of daze.  "You okay Suzy?" he asked.

    She looked up at him groggily and moaned as he felt his cock 
softening in her mouth.

    He lay back in satisfaction, let out a sigh, and finished watching 
the remainder of the episode in the joy of two powerful orgasms in a 
single day.  "Wow!" he gasped.  "Three orgasms in a row!  I feel like a 
teenager again!" 

    As the credits rolled, he turned off the TV and stood.  Suzy 
whimpered, as he unbuckled himself from the harness, and then unbuckled 
it from her head.  

    Suzy fell onto her side, breathing and panting hard, as he tossed 
the harness aside and grabbed her hair and pulled her back toward the 
bed.

    "Now what?" she cried.

    He merely pushed her onto the bed, rolled her onto her back, and 
sat on her chest draping his legs over her shoulders, squeezing her 
head between his knees. 
 
    "Ach," she gasped.  "I can't breathe," she gasped.

    "Good," he said.  "I hope you're good at holding your breath."

    Her eyes went wide with terror just then as he slid forward and sat 
on her face as he would a chair, letting his legs hand down the side of 
the bed resting his toes on the floor.  His full weight bearing down on 
her face pressed her head down into the soft bedding.

    "Lick my asshole, Suzy," he commanded.  "Lick it good."

    "God! No! That's disgusting!" came the muffled, choking voice 
beneath him.   

    She began kicking and flailing her arms and legs.  Guy grabbed her 
wrists and held on.  "None of that, Suzy.  I'll get off when I feel 
your tongue."  

   At that, he felt her tongue licking his anus.  He clenched and 
relaxed his sphincter a couple of times at the odd sensation.  

    "Push it in, Suzy," he said.  "Fuck my anus with your tongue."

    Suzy redoubled her struggling at that command, but Guy had the 
advantage of leverage.  Plus, forced to hold her breath, Suzy's 
strength was waning.  "I'll get off after I feel your tongue inside 
me," he said.

    Guy relaxed his sphincter to allow her to slide her tongue in.  
Then he let out a gasp -- she was doing it.  He kept his sphincter 
relaxed as she pressed her tongue up into his anus.  How odd it felt, 
to feel a moist warm tongue squirming up inside his rectum. 

    Suzy felt sick with the foul taste of his insides and the shame and 
humiliation of this most disgusting of degradations. 

    Her arms were feeling limp so, true to his word, he slid off her 
face as she let out an explosive gasp.  

    His anus still feeling cool and moist, he looked down at her as she 
lay there panting, color slowly returning to her face.  

    He grabbed her and rolled her onto her stomach.  

    She turned her head back up at him.  "Now," she swallowed,  
"What?"  

    He then mounted her and lay on her back and began kissing the back 
of her neck.  From there, he crawled lower and lower.

    To her short term relief, he finally pulled that butt plug out of 
her, and slid his tongue to the top of her butt crack and licked, lower 
and deeper and he continued to crawl backward until he finally, slid 
his face down until he licked over her asshole.

    "Ahh!" she gasped as he licked over the leathery sphincter and, 
finally, pushed his tongue through.   

Guy got her anus thoroughly wetted with his saliva and, for added 
benefit, squirted some more lube on her and all along his member, 
whereupon he climbed up on her and lay upon her.

    "What are you doing?" she asked, anxiously. 

    "Why, I'm going to sodomize you, Suzy.  It's filthy, it will hurt 
and you will hate it.  I do hope Jane will appreciate the efforts that 
I have put in on her behalf when I tell her 

    "No!  Please!  Not that.  I will withdraw from Wimbledon, I 
promise.  Jane can take my place.  That's never been done to me 
before," she begged.

    "All the better," Guy responded with a dirty chuckle.  "A virgin 
hole for me to plunder and fill.  Do you think I really care who goes 
to Wimbledon?  I want your ass."  

    "Gaaa!" gasped Suzy as he pressed his hard cock against her 
lubricated asshole.  

    "Relax your sphincter," he said.

    "I can't," she sobbed. 

    "Oh well.  Good job I had that butt plug up you for a while then," 
he replied unsympathetically, bearing down harder onto her until he 
could feel it beginning to yield slightly.   

    "Ach!  That hurts!" she gasped.  

    "It's not even in deep yet, you wuss!" he scolded her.

    Guy ignored her and thrust his hips once again, bearing down with 
even more force.  His hard cock broke through the tight elastic 
resistance and entered her rectum, though not fully engulfed yet.  

    The feeling was so tight!  And the struggling had brought him to 
the verge of orgasm.  

   Taking another breath, he pushed again with all his might and buried 
his shaft deep in her anus.

   "Aaah!  Owww!" she screamed.  "That hurts!  That hurts!"

    He rammed her ass again and again as Suzy gasped and screamed in 
pain.  She didn't sound at all posh and confident now.  Although he 
couldn't believe he'd quite reach orgasm for the fourth time that 
afternoon, his rigid member pummeled her rectum again and again - that 
Cialis was good - until, unbelievably, he did come and spurted the last 
remnants of the contents of his testicles into her.  

    Suzy, on the other hand, made the strangest noise, and subsequently 
vomited onto the bed.

    "Was licking my ass and having it fucked that bad?" he asked.

    "That.  And the thought of your filthy semen inside me," she spat.

    Guy chuckled.  Her body was now thoroughly flooded with his hot 
seed. Finally satisfied, he pulled himself out of her, lifted himself 
up, took a last admiring look at her two well plundered, agape and 
leaking private orifices, and rolled her onto her back and then settled 
back down upon her.

    "Ow, you pig," she gasped.  "My bum is on fire!  Please get off 
me," she said and started to cry. 

    Guy planted his lips on hers, but she pushed him away, . "No!  I 
feel so dirty!"

    "Do you, now?" asked Guy.  He grabbed her face and forced his lips 
to hers.  In a moment, he had slid his tongue through her lips and was 
exploring the inside of her mouth.  At that, Suzy pulled away 
violently.

    "Well," he said.  "That, such as it was, was our goodbye kiss."

    "You're leaving?" she sobbed, relieved. 

    "It's time.  I have violated all your holes and left my spunk on 
your mouth and belly, vagina and womb, up your ass and in your rectum, 
and hopefully made you pregnant.  Not much else left for me to do, is 
there?  Well, apart from writing all this up and sticking it up on the 
internet with a copy to Jane," he said and collected his cum sponge 
harness, fetched his clothes, and dressed.

    Suzy watched him through eyes, which she couldn't quite focus.  Now 
she knew for the first time what the difference was between being 'made 
love to' and being 'fucked'. It was horrid!  She had never been so 
humiliated in all her life.  Her throat, ass and vagina all throbbed 
and her bottom was sore from its spanking.  She couldn't wait to throw 
herself into the shower.  

    He kissed Suzy quickly one last time, and headed for the door.  
Turning as he stood in the doorway, he said, "Oh!  And say 'Hi!' to 
Jane for me--and don't forget to thank her for organizing this special 
treat for you."

    Guy then left, closing the door behind him.  

    Walking down the hallway to the lifts, Suzy flung her door open, 
seemingly unaware of her nudity.  "Wait!  Please don't tell Jane or 
anyone else about this!  Please!  I beg you!" 

    Guy smiled a look of total satisfaction back at her as he 
contemplated some interesting chats with that Jane and reactions from 
his loyal readers when he wrote the encounter up.  Truth was truly 
stranger than fiction--not that anyone would believe it was the truth--
oh, except Suzy and Jane, of course.  He entered the lift and the door 
closed with a hiss.

    * END * 


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