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Archive name: damaged.txt (MF, extreme v)
Authors name: Anonymous Author (Anon Address)
Story title : Damaged, Dangerous and Despicable Man

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Damaged, Dangerous and Despicable Man (MF, extreme v)
by Anonymous Author (Anon Address)

***

This story is made up. It may in some ways be truthful, 
though. It includes crude, savage violence against a 
woman who is only trying to love. A few loathsome people 
unfortunately make crude violence, and worse, a part of 
living in the so-called "real world."

***

Ever since he had seen his ex-wife that terrible last 
time, his performance in bed had been less than 
spectacular. In fact, he often couldn't get hard enough 
to embed his most important organ in even the most 
receptive of cunts. 

His doctor had told him that his problem was 
psychological, and that if he could ever completely put 
his ex-wife out of his mind, the problem would most 
likely disappear.

He did have reason to hope that this would be one of his 
better nights. The new girl that he had picked up at the 
clubhouse was very young and very beautiful. He had 
taken her to a party, where they had fun dancing and 
flirting with each other. Best of all, she seemed to be 
really horny tonight, and she was doing her best to turn 
him on.

After the party, they had gone to her apartment for 
drinks. They were sitting close together in the middle 
of her large couch. She suddenly put her drink down and 
stood up, stretching her arms up high over her head and 
thrusting her chest out. She was wearing a very short, 
body-hugging red sheath dress. 

She stood there with her arms stretched over her head, 
the hem of her dress was pulled high up her thighs, so 
high that her panties were nearly exposed to view. Her 
breasts were pushing out so hard that her erect nipples 
were clearly visible, even through the lacy black bra 
that she was wearing. Her long, shapely legs were 
covered, but not concealed, by sheer black stockings.

"Ahhhh!" she sighed. "That's nice. I really had fun at 
the party. But it's good to be home, where we can really 
relax and enjoy each other's company." She held her pose 
for several seconds, then reached down and picked up a 
remote. "I think I'll put on some soft dance music. 
Okay?"

His face revealed his displeasure at her suggestion. 
With sudden unexpected anger in his voice, he replied, 
"What's the point? We already did that! I'm not about to 
dance any more!"

"Oh! I'm sorry," she said. "I wasn't suggesting that you 
should dance any more with me. You just sit there and 
relax. And make yourself comfortable. I know you like 
your imported shoes, I like them too, but wouldn't you 
be more comfortable if you slipped them off?"

She had removed her own shoes as soon as they had 
entered her apartment. "You could slip off your coat and 
tie. In fact... (The hint of a mischievous smile 
appeared at the corners of her beautiful lips) there's 
no need to keep wearing anything really." 

She blushed briefly at the sheer naughtiness of her 
suggestion. She was not usually as forward as this, but 
tonight she was feeling especially sexually adventurous.

Her explanation seemed to calm him down, so she pushed a 
couple of buttons on the remote and her CD player 
started softly playing some slow, sensual dance music. 
She walked to the front of the CD player and leaned 
against it. Then she closed her eyes, put her head back, 
and pulled a pin from her hair. Her golden tresses 
tumbled past her shoulders to the middle of her back. 

After a moment she sat down, facing him, on a large 
chair that was beside the CD player. She pulled her 
knees up and rocked back in the chair, thrusting her 
crotch out, and placed her heels on the front edge of 
the chair cushion. He gasped as her movements pulled her 
dress up and exposed her crotch to him. She was wearing 
black silk bikini panties and a matching garter belt 
that was holding up her stockings. 

She smiled at him as he openly stared up her dress. He 
licked his lips and imagined the sweetness that was now 
concealed by so very little. She unfastened the clips 
holding the tops of her stockings and slowly, slo-o-w-w-
w-l-y, rolled the stockings down her legs. She caressed 
her naked flesh with her hands as her thighs and calves 
were uncovered. When both her legs were bare, she 
dropped the stockings on the floor and stood up.

She was feeling the low, throbbing music deeply now, and 
she started to sway gracefully back and forth to the 
beat. She danced slowly toward him until she was dancing 
back and forthright in front of the couch. She danced 
sensually for several minutes, her movements becoming 
more and more exaggerated. Her dress clung tantalizingly 
to her body, showing off her perfect curves, and she 
moved her hands up and down, caressing herself through 
her red dress. She moved her hands to her breasts and 
squeezed them, then moaned from the pleasure that it 
gave her.

Her dance was having the intended effect on them both. 
Whenever she brushed a hand over one of her erect 
nipples, it felt like little electric sparks shot 
through the whole breast. Her cunt was making so much 
juice the crotch of her panties was barely able to hold 
it all. Her dance had his cock as hard as it had ever 
recently been. He was almost panting as he watched her 
dance and caress herself. 

He watched the hem of her dress as her movements pulled 
it higher and higher up her legs. He wanted to catch the 
exact moment that her panties would be revealed to his 
stare again. Suddenly, she stopped dancing. She leaned 
slightly forward, toward him, pulled her dress up in the 
back, and reached under it. She quickly slid her panties 
down her legs and pulled them off.

"OH MY GOD!" he groaned when her panties hit the floor 
and he detected the faint, sweet odor of her excitement. 
He started to unbutton his shirt, but she put her hand 
over his and shook her head no, so he stopped. They were 
both nearly panting as she resumed her dancing and he 
resumed his staring.

The music was getting faster now, and so was her 
dancing. Gradually, keeping with the music, her 
movements became frantic. Her long, blonde hair was 
flying and her dress was pulled high. He could see the 
gentle curves where her legs met her ass cheeks, and the 
blonde curls that framed her cunt. "OH, MY GOD!" he 
groaned again, louder.

The music suddenly reached an intense climax and then 
stopped completely. She dropped to one knee when the 
music stopped, and bowed her head slightly. She was 
panting for breath now, trying to recover from her 
exertion. After a few moments of rest, she stood up and 
looked at him with lust-filled eyes. She slipped the 
thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. It was too 
tight to fall on its own, but with a couple of gentle 
tugs on each side, it slipped down her body and fell to 
the floor. 

He gasped and swallowed hard as her incredible body was 
fully revealed to him. She was now wearing only a thin, 
lacy black bra and her black silk garter belt. Her full 
breasts and beckoning nipples seemed to be begging for 
his hands and mouth to engulf them. Farther down, her 
slender waist and firm belly gave way to beautifully 
rounded hips, and to a high, firm ass. For a moment, he 
truly realized how very lucky he was, that she had 
chosen to take him to her apartment for sex.

She took his hands in hers and indicated that he should 
stand. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it 
wide open. Since in his youth he had been a professional 
athlete, she was a little surprised to see that, like so 
many men his age, he had "love handles" and a middle age 
paunch. But it didn't bother her. 

In fact, she might have been a little relieved that he 
wasn't the "male god" that he had sometimes been made 
out to be. She pressed her hot, wet tongue against his 
chest. She licked slowly down to his navel, and then 
back up to the base of his neck. 

He moaned when she sucked one of his dark nipples into 
her mouth. Then she peeled the shirt from his shoulders 
and dropped it to the floor. Meeting his lust-filled 
gaze with her own, she unfastened his belt and let his 
pants drop. He trembled and moaned softly when she 
pressed her hand over his dick and balls.

She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his briefs 
and slowly pulled them off. For a few moments, with him 
wearing only his socks and with her wearing only her bra 
and garter belt, they simply looked at each other. 

An observer would have been struck by the contrasts 
between them. She, with her pale skin and youthful 
beauty, her cunt pouring out sweet honey in anticipation 
of passionate, exuberant sex. He, with his dark skin and 
middle age sags, his cock seemingly little more than 
half hard, just hoping that he would be able to take 
advantage of this young woman's willingness to let him 
fuck her.

"Let's go to bed," he whispered hopefully.

"No, honey," she replied as she removed her bra and 
garter. "Let's just use the couch instead."

He shuddered as a haunting memory of his ex-wife 
suddenly filled his mind. She smiled, thinking that his 
shudder was just a sign of his passion. She lay down 
onto the couch on her back, then she took his hands and 
pulled him over her. She put her hand on the back of his 
neck and pulled his face down to her left tit.

He started to lick her left nipple. She was a little 
surprised, and more than a little disappointed, by the 
way he was doing it. All of the men that she had fucked 
before had devoured both of her succulent titties with 
considerable enthusiasm. They had licked, and slurped, 
and sucked, until it had them both writhing against each 
other in pleasure. But he wasn't doing it that way. He 
didn't seem to be enthusiastic about it at all. 

He licked and sucked a little, but his actions seemed to 
be purely mechanical, almost cold. It was in sharp 
contrast to his seeming excitement while he watched her 
dance. She started to rapidly lose her own sexual heat, 
and to think that maybe it had just been a mistake to 
bring him to her apartment. She decided that maybe it 
would just be best to let him finish as soon as possible 
and write it off as one of those disappointing nights.

She reached down between their bodies and grasped his 
sort-of-stiff dick. "Too bad," she thought sadly. "Even 
his cock doesn't match the myth. He's even smaller than 
most of the white cocks I've seen." She guided the head 
of his cock to her rapidly drying pussy. He pressed his 
hips forward and his dick slid almost unnoticed into 
her. She barely felt it.

His eyes were closed and there were beads of sweat on 
his forehead. He didn't seem to notice at all that she 
had lost her enthusiasm for this. He began to pump his 
hips back and forth, and for a few moments his cock slid 
in and out, in and out. Soon, he clenched his teeth and 
cam. Well, sort of cam. He didn't really shoot anything. 
It just sort of leaked out.

After he was finished, he lowered the full weight of his 
body onto her.

Still keeping his eyes tightly closed, he whispered "Oh, 
Nicole... Nicole. I knew that finally you'd fuck me 
again."

She kissed his cheek and hugged him gently, then 
whispered back "Sorry, honey I'm not Nicole. But I hope 
I'll do."

He jerked upright, sitting across her waist. He was 
suddenly filled with anger. "Smart assed slut!" he 
screamed. "Damn right you're not Nicole!" Then he 
slapped her hard. He started to beat her savagely, 
alternately slapping and punching. She was totally 
unprepared for his sudden, merciless attack. 

At first, she couldn't even try to defend herself. But 
after the first few blows had already landed, she raised 
her arms and tried to shield her face from his blows. It 
did no good. He simply punched through her defenses, or 
punched lower, landing a very hard blow to her throat. 
He even punched hard onto her left breast. 

Her face was red and swelling rapidly. Her left eye was 
blood red, and the skin around it was turning a deep 
purple. Then he slapped her left cheek again, and his 
ring cut a deep gash into her flesh. Her blood spurted 
out across her chest and onto the couch.

He stopped beating her for a moment when he saw her 
blood. But he was still sitting on top of her and 
glaring down angrily at her. She was stunned by his 
sudden, violent attack. Too stunned to even cry. 

In a dry, emotionless whisper, she said, "Oh, my god... 
you really did it... Her poor children." That set him 
off again. He slapped her and punched her repeatedly. 
"Why... why?" she groaned between his blows.

He didn't offer an answer. Maybe he didn't really know 
why himself. His first slap was almost just a savage 
reflex to his anger when she innocently admitted that 
she was not his ex-wife. But he was beating her now just 
because he liked doing it. 

He enjoyed the feel of his fist smashing hard against 
the soft skin on a woman's face. He enjoyed hearing the 
*smack* and the *crunch* as his blows landed. Most of 
all, he enjoyed hearing the painful groans of the women 
he beat. And, whenever he beat any woman, he always 
hoped that there would be blood.

Her upper lip was suddenly split wide open and her blood 
spurted out again. The sight of more of her blood made 
him stop beating her again. She was quietly sobbing now 
and pleading with him not to kill her too.

He finally spoke. "Listen, bitch," he said in a low, 
menacing voice. "You chose to bring me here and fuck me. 
I didn't make you do that, you did it on your own. But 
now that you've done it, I fucking OWN you." He actually 
snarled to emphasize his point. 

He continued in an emotionless, but absolutely 
commanding tone of voice. "You will always make yourself 
available to me. You will keep yourself fit and 
attractive for me. You will wear clothes, and use 
makeup, only as I tell you to." 

She couldn't believe what he was saying. But she didn't 
dare to object to anything he said. "You will fuck me 
whenever, and wherever, I say. The only other men that 
you will fuck are the ones that I tell you to fuck." He 
paused for a moment, and then said, "I'll explain the 
rest of it to you later. You know, of course, that you 
won't be able to get any help from the L.A.P.D. They 
learned enough from the first time to just leave me 
alone now."

He stood and looked down at her. "I'm going to clean up 
and go out for a while. After I've gone, you clean 
yourself up and get yourself ready for my return. And 
get rid of this fucking couch before I come back." 

He started to walk away, but then turned back for a 
moment. Blood still flowed from both her cheek and her 
lip, and both her eyes were swollen nearly shut. "Think 
you're bleeding now, bitch?" he asked cruelly. "I could 
tell you about some real bleeding..." Then he turned 
away and went into her bathroom.

As she heard him washing and dressing himself, she 
sobbed bitterly. She thought, "What have I done to 
deserve this? How the fuck did I get myself into this 
mess, anyway? What about some justice for me... and for 
poor Nicole?" 

Even though clotting had started to slow the flow of 
blood, it still oozed from the wounds on her cheek and 
lip. Her swollen face hurt like hell, and she could 
barely see. How the shit was she supposed to get ready 
for more of this?

Then she heard the door close as he left. And she was 
glad...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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