I was at a bar minding my own bussines. When a pretty woman sat down next to me. She seemed to be a little younger then the normal crowd that hangs out at this particular bar. I didn't pay her any mind, I figured she was probably there to meet some guy or something.

She was actually quite beautiful. When she turned her head for a few moments I snuck a quick peak at her. She had jet-black hair and she was built really nice. She wasn't fat but she wasn't skinny. She had on a red tank top that hugged her medium sized breast real nice. She also wore one of those real tight spandex like shorts. I'm telling you the bitch was a real quitie. She was definitely out of my league. But what woman wasn't.

I must have been lost in my thoughts because I didn't even realize that she had turned around and was staring right at me. I lifted my eyes and looked into hers.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" She said with the wickedest of attitudes.

I was stunned; at first I thought she was talking to someone else. All the other people at the bar lifted their heads up and stopped drinking. I didn't know what to say. I haven't done anything to this woman. All I was doing looking.

"Excuse Me," I said trying my best to be polite, and hoping that there was some kind of misunderstanding.

Then She spun her bar stool around and faced me, she looked me dead in the eye and said,

"I said, what - The - FUCK - Are - You - Looking at, Dick Head?"

I couldn't believe my ears. My only crime was looking at a beautiful woman. I didn't say anything to her nor did I touch her. All I did was look at her with the pair of eyes that God had given me. What do you do in a situation like this? I did only thing I knew how to do. I smiled at her turned around and faced the bar. I picked up my drink and took another sip.

The other people at the bar started laughing and whispering under their breath. I didn't dare turn my head one-way or other. I was totally embarrassed. I kept a stone cold face. But inside I was on fire. I was sitting there staring at the wall boiling.

If this bitch, let me rephrase that, If this cunt was a man I would have smashed her face in. She was so typical. She was one of those bitches whose beauty disappeared as soon as she opened her mouth. Her above attitude made her ugly. A part of me wanted to turn around and tell her off.

A part of me wanted to tell her that she wasn't all that. A part of me wanted to tell her the truth about herself. And another part of me wanted to bend this cunt over the bar and shove my cock in her ass. But again, I did want came natural to me. I did nothing.

I sat there for a few more minutes not sure what to do with myself. The cunt sat next to me and ordered a drink and then she whipped out her Cell Phone. She was talking very load on her phone. It sounded like she was arguing with some guy on the phone. It seemed like the guy on the phone had stood her ass up. I thought to myself, "Smart Man." She started yelling some more at this guy over the phone. She told him that she had gone to all this trouble to get her roommate out of the house for the weekend. I was still boiling on the inside but there was a part of me that was laughing at this cunts ruined plans.

I guess I must have cracked a little smile. Because the next thing I heard was,

"What the fuck are smiling at." She said with fuck you smirk on her face.

I couldn't understand this bitch. I mean, who the fuck does she think she is? For a second I thought she had lost her mind. Then I thought to myself. I thought about, how the world has changed in the past 30 years? Some women have lost their place in the world. With new laws and all that equal rights crap for women shit, that has blossomed over the past few decades, some women think that they are a equal match to man. They actually think they can go toe to toe with a man. Back in the days a woman would never dare say such things to a man, especially a stranger.

This cunt was begging for an old fashion ass whoop'in, or a nice backhand across the face. I quickly weighed out my option. If I smacked this bitch in the bar one of two things would happen.

1. Someone would call the police and I would be arrested for assaulting a woman.

2. The men in the bar would come to her defense and kick my ass all over the bar.

Then there was a third option. An option that has never ever crossed my mind before. And as the thought danced around in my head I found myself getting excited. If this bitch only knew the thoughts that were floating around in my mind she would run out of that bar screaming. And right there sitting on that bar stool I had a revelation.

For the first time in my life my thoughts were clear. I knew what I had to do. I had to make things right. This pretty little cunt had insulted me for no reason. This pretty little woman had embarrassed me for no reason. This little cunt has probably never ever paid a price for actions. That's when it hit me. I looked in to her conceited, stuck up eyes and smiled. She rolled her eyes at me and then lifted her hand up and gave me the finger.

This time my reaction was very different. I started laughing my ass off right there at the bar. Because little did she know she was just adding more fuel to the fire. My laughter seemed to infuriate her even more. The little bitch had her hands full. She had one hand on her cell phone cursing out some guy and the other hand up in the air giving me the finger.

"Fuck you John! I'm going home and I never want to see your sorry ass again," she screamed into the phone.

That was my queue. I got up, dropped a twenty on the bar and walked out the door. As I walked out of the bar I could see some of the people pointing at me and laughing. But for some reason it didn't bother me. I was in another zone at this point. I had one thing on my mind. And I knew at the end of this night I was gonna have the last laugh.

I walked slowly out of the bar. As soon as I got outside I ran to my car. It was late and the parking lot was dark. I sat in my car and waited. And I didn't have to wait long. Little Miss Attitude came out of the bar a few minutes later looking just as angry as she was when eyes first meet. She quickly got in her car and took off. I turned on my heads lights and quickly followed her.

She jumped on the Bronx River Parkway and headed north. As I drove my excitement grew and so did my cock. I followed this bitch for about ten minutes. She got off one of the exits in Westchester and then turned towards the White Plains/Scarsdale border.

While I drove I remembered that I had a toy-pair of hand cuffs in the car. It was just like the real thing. But it was one of those pair of cuffs that had a fake keyhole. But to someone who didn't know they looked like and felt like the real thing. I also had my trust switchblade in the glove compartment. I always kept that in my car in case I ever had an emergency or something.

I made sure I gave her enough room. I didn't want her to think that someone was following her. She made a bunch of lefts and then a right turn into what looked like a dead end road. I slowed up and watched her carefully pull in to driveway. The house was pitch black and there were no other cars in the driveway. When she got out of the car she walked to the side of the house.

"This was perfect," I thought to myself. A lot of people convert their basements to small little apartments to help pay some of the bills. It's a common practice for middle class couples to do. It helps pay those giant mortgages in Westchester especially in Scarsdale.

I needed a place to park so I drove up the street where I saw a lot of parked cars. There must have been big party going on because the street was packed. I saw what looked like a bunch of high school kids on a porch drinking and smoking pot. I quickly parked my car and grabbed a few things and walked off. I walked quickly back to the house were cunt lived. Old people probably inhabited this neighborhood, because there weren't any light on in any of the houses. The closer I got to the house the more excited I got. I didn't do anything yet and for some reason sneaking up toward this house was the most fun I've had in months.

The bitch drove one of those brand new Honda Civic Coupes. I have nothing against Honda but I wondered how her pretty little car would look with four flat tires. That's when I committed my first crime of the evening. With one click and a quick tour around her car I flattened all of her fucking tires. It was fun watching all four tires whistle as the air fled out of them.

"I hope this bitch has Triple A," I laughed to myself as I head for the back.

There was a small path leading toward the back of the house. The backyard was very dark and there was a light coming from a small window. I ducked down and made my way towards the window. Slowly I popped my head up to see if I could see anything inside. And there she was with her back turned to me bending over messing around with the stereo.

While she bent down I got a good look at her nice thick ass. Her shorts were way up her ass. And from behind I could see the crotch of her spandex splitting her pussy lips. She looked absolutely delicious. My cock was so hard it hurt. And what excited me the most was that this bitch had no clue of what was going on or what was about to happen.

She turned on the music and then she stood up. I had myself positioned perfectly. I crouched down behind a bush that was next to the window. The music was pretty load, which only reaffirmed to me that there was no one else in the house. I was ready, I was gonna get my revenge. I was going to do what needed to be done. I was gonna teach this bitch a lesson. I was gonna teach this bitch some fucking manners.

I took a deep breath and checked myself. I've never done anything like this before. I asked myself if I could do this. I asked myself was I ready to take control. I asked myself if what I was about to do was worth the consequences. And the only answer that came to my head were. "YES... YES... and YES!"

I put the cuffs in my back pocket and popped the switchblade open. I was ready for action. I took one more look into the house so that I could see where she was. She was sitting down on the couch reading a magazine. She was totally oblivious to what was about to happen to her. A half hour ago this little cunt had plenty to say to me. I could still hear her words ringing in my ears,

"What the fuck are you looking at dickhead?"

That's was one question she will wish she never asked me. I was about to kick in the door and bum-rush her. That's when I noticed that the door was not closed fully. I slowly put my hand on the door and pushed it open. I Pushed it open an inch at a time. I had the door half way open and she didn't even realize it. She had her head buried in that magazine and was bobbing her head to the crappy music she was listening to.

I opened the door and walked right on in. I stood there for a moment in amazement. I felt like a man that hasn't eaten in days. I stood there for a moment and licked my lips salivating over the stuck up piece of flesh that I would soon be enjoying. I was in this weird zone. I was focused and I would not be denied. I hated her for what she did to me in the Bar. I was gonna make her pay for her words. She found it so fucking easy to embarrass me at the bar. I can't even imagine all the foul and wicked things she has said to other men in life.

I took baby steps; quietly tip toeing my way towards her on the couch, ready to pounce on her at any moment. And that's when it happened. She lifted her head and her eyes flew open. I lunged for her and grabbed by the hair and put the knife under her throat.

"Shut The Fuck Up! Not one fucking word bitch."

Immediately she tried to get away. I let go of her hair and smacked her hard across the face.

"POOOOOWW!!!!!!"

The blow sent her flying back in to the couch. I grabbed her by the hair and put the knife under her throat and this time I applied a little more pressure. She opened her mouth and again tried to scream but before she could make a sound I slapped the shit out of her.

"Bitch! Didn't I tell you to SHUT THE FUCK UP? Go ahead, try that shit again and I swear that's the last sound you will ever hear in your life."

That's when she stopped dead in her tracks. That's also when she looked at me and realized who the fuck I was.

"Yeah! Yeah! Remember me? Yeah! Its me dick head."

That's when I started laughing and she started crying like a little bitch. I was gonna have none of that.

"Oh... Please. Please don't hurt me. My, my purse is over there. Take it... take what you want... just don't hurt me," she cried.

"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up," I screamed just before I smacked her again.

"You just don't know when to shut your fucking mouth do you bitch?"

I could see the terror in her eyes and it delighted me. Only a half hour ago she was sitting at the bar ridiculing me. Only a half hour ago she thought she could say anything she wanted to me. It's funny how quickly change. And it's also funny how quickly people change when no one else is around to save their ass. I wanted to let her know who was in charge and I also wanted her to know that her life was in my hands.

"Well, well, well, I'll bet you thought you would never see my again, Missy."

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes as her body started to shake.

I told her not to make a sound. Then I told her that she better find a way to shut down those tears. I gave her a few seconds to get it together and she did the best she could with a switchblade pressed firmly against her throat. But you could still feel her fear in the room. Her fear of me gave me strength. Her fear fueled a new fire that started to build inside of me.

"Please mister don't hurt Me... Please Sir."

The sound of her voice annoyed me. Although the tone was much different from when she was in the bar. That's when I smacked her again.

"POOOOOWWWW!!!!!!"

"Didn't I tell you to keep your trap shut...Look here missy...You better keep your trap shut or else...the sound of your voice annoys me...If you would have kept you mouth shut at the bar I wouldn't even be here right now."

After she realized I wasn't fucking around she shut right up and stopped crying. But her body trembled ever so lightly. Even though I didn't give a fuck I asked her name.

"Listen up... and listen closely...I'm not going to repeat myself. You are going to exactly as I say or else. You are gonna speak only when spoken to. If you attempt to escape I'll kill you. If you try to scream, I'll slice your throat. If you piss me off in any way, your ass is toast. Do you understand?"

She immediately nodded her head. Which was a good start. Then I said to her,

"Good, good, you're learning. Now I'm gonna ask you a question. All I want is a simple answer. You're gonna answer me quickly and politely. Now nod your head if you under stand me."

And again she quickly nodded her head.

"First lets get acquainted. What's your name bitch?"

Her body was still very stiff and her lower lip was trembling as she tried to say her Name.

"M-M-Ma--Monica."

"Monica. Well tt's a pleasure to meet you Monica. I hope that's your real name, but who really cares.

I was loving it. For the first time in my life I was, how do they say it, "THE FUCKING MAN!!!"

"Well Monica, I'll go by the name you so kindly gave me at the bar. You can call me Dick Head....as a matter of fact you will address me as Mr. Dick Head."

I laughed out load hearing myself say those words. I could tell by the look in her face that she did find it so funny. And I could also sense a bit of confusion coming from her. She had this confused look on her face. She looked like she had some questions. And her questions would soon be answered.

"Monica, you look confused baby. I'll bet you're wondering why I'm here? Well I'll tell why...Would you like that? Would you like to know why I'm here?"

She nodded her head and looked into my eyes. I spook slow because I wanted her to know why I was in her home. I spoke to her as though she was a child and she listen like a child waiting to find out her punishment.

"Well baby, I'm here because you have a big fucking mouth. Earlier this evening you belittled me and embarrassed at the bar. And for what? I didn't say or do a thing to you. All I did was look at you. I was minding my own business until you walked in with your attitude. You walked into that bar as though the world belonged to you. You humiliated me for no reason. Why? Because I gazed at you...Just who the fuck do you think you are?...Do you think you can just walk into a bar, insult a complete stranger and get away with it? Do you think you can just call a man who is sitting at the bar minding his own business names, and then on top of that, give him the finger, just because you feel like it."

As I spoke and reminded her of how our first encounter went I got angry. I felt the same feelings I felt when I was sitting there at the bar.

"Mister. Please Sir. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Please, I'm Sorrrrrrr..." but before she could get the last sorry out of her mouth I backhanded her across the face.

"Shut the fuck up! You see that's the shit I'm talking about. You have a big fucking mouth and you don't know when to keep your trap shut."

She looked pathetic and beautiful at the same time. A part of me couldn't believe that this was the same woman at the bar. She was so tuff and ruthless at the bar, and now she whimpering like a little puppy. I couldn't wait to feast on her sweet, tender young body. I grabbed her by the hair and placed the switchblade under her throat. The look of fear on her face was priceless. Then I softly placed the blade against her skin.

Her eyes grew wide as slide the blade towards the thin strap of her tight little belly shirt. With a quick motion I easily cut through the thin fabric. The strap fell against her body and exposed one of her tits. It was absolutely gorgeous. She immediately tried to cover her exposed tits, which pissed me off big time.

"Move your fucking hand Monica. Move your fucking hand, NOW!" I growled at her.

She was shaking and looked confused. "Please Sir. Please. Please don't do this to me," she cried.

That's when I remembered the hand cuffs that where in my back pocket. I grabbed her left that she was covering her nipple with. I reached in to my back pocket with my right hand and whipped out the cuffs. She tried to yank her hand out of my hands when she saw the cuffs with her free hand. As soon as her free hand came up I cuffed that one first and then cuffed the other. It happened so fast. Before she was able to take her next breath she was securely cuffed and truly my prisoner.

I grabbed her and yanked her to her feet. She had some kind of wooden ladder looking thing in the corner next to the couch. I pushed her over buy it and spun her around. Then I pushed her down to her knees. Then I grabbed her handcuffed hands and raised them above her head and placed them near the top of the wooden ladder. I took the switchblade and placed it under her throat and told her not to move. Then I quickly cut off the other strap.

I was the one that was now speechless. She had the breast of a young teenage girl. Her tits were perfect. They looked like two teardrops. While I was busy ogling her tits she tried to jerk her hand cuffed hands free from my grip.

"Didn't I tell your sorry ass not to move? I had it with you stupid ass."

I grabbed the knife and flipped it around in my hand. I held it like a dagger as I brought the tip of the blade to her forehead. I placed the blade between her eyes and acted as though I was lining it up to slam it into her forehead. Pulled my hand back and looked her dead in the eyes. She looked like her life was flashing between her eyes. And that's exactly the way I wanted her to feel.

"Fuck you bitch," I shouted as I cocked my arm back with the knife. I flung my knife wielding hand back like a major league pitcher would do with a baseball. I grunted like a deranged lunatic when I came put of my windup

"Aggghhhhh," I grunted as I drove the switchblade like a spike between the metal rings into the wooden ladder thing.

When she open her eyes and realized that she wasn't dead I laughed at her. Then I warned her.

"Disobey me again Monica. Do it one more time. Go ahead, I dare you. Next time I'll plunge this knife into your brain. Would you like that Monica? Do you want to die sweetie? Huh? Huh? ANSWER ME BITCH!!!!!!"

"No, I--I--I don't want to die! I'll do what ever you say. Please don't hurt me anymore," she cried.

I still didn't trust this crafty little bitch. But with her hand secure I felt a lot more comfortable. The only thing I was worried about was her mouth. She might try and scream or something. I had just the thing to shut her up. That's when I Informed, well told her, what I was gonna do next.

"Monica, Monica my dear... I wish I had more time to play with you, but I don't. I don't have all fucking night although I wish I did."

That's when she raised her head up and looked at me. I could feel her eyes looking deep into my soul in search of some kind of humanity. Afraid to speak she used her eyes to attempt to communicate with my heart. But she would not be successful, for my heart had been blackened by her words early that evening. Then I said what I felt in my darkened heart.

"Monica, here's the deal baby. First let me tell you that I don't like you and I don't care weather you live or die. You are a stuck up, big mouth cunt that needs to be taught a lesson. I want an apology my dear."

Before I could complete my thought she started apologizing. I quickly raised my hand and made like I was gonna slap her again. My gesture shut her up instantly. Then I continued.

"You think your words are gonna be good enough. I'm sorry baby...its gonna take a lot more then words for me to forgive you. You're gonna show me how sorry you are."

That's when I placed my hand on her stomach. And started to slowly work my way down towards her pussy. I slowly caressed her soft fleshy stomach to the top of her shirt. Then I slide my hand down and cupped her pussy mound atop her short. Immediately I could feel the heat between her legs. And her pussy felt nice and meaty.

"Please Don't do this to me. Please don't rape me Mister."

That's when I grabbed her pussy with my thumb and index finger. I gave her pussy mound a nice hard pinch trapping the folds of her puffy pussy lips between my fingers. I had a good two and half inches of warm fleshy pussy meat between them.

"Rape? Rape, that's such a cruel word my dear. I'm not going to rape you. You see Monica, You are gonna use your cunt and your mouth to show me just how sorry you are. You are going to suck my cock for calling me Dick Head.... And then your going to use your cunt on my cock to show me that you're apology was sincere.

As I spoke to her and laid out her future. I released her pussy and worked my hand up toward the top of her short. I placed my fingers on the zipper and slowly unzipped her pants. She didn't even realize what I was doing. Before she knew it I had her pants pushed down to her knees.

Her bush was nicely trimmed. The jet-black hair on her bush matched the hair on her head perfectly. I've always preferred women with hair between there legs. I've never been a big fan of bald pussies but I've also never turned away from a bald cunt.

My cock was so hard, the throbbing had become painful. I quickly stood up and started unzipping my pants.

"Monica I want you to say hello to my little friend."

When she saw my cock she gasped and then quickly turned her head. I wasn't going to have any of that shit. I smacked her across the face and ordered her to turn around. And she quickly turned around. I can see that this was going to be easy but I was willing and most importantly, I wanted to punisher for any act of disobedience.

My cock finally feeling some freedom was drawn to her body. I pushed myself against her and placed the tip of my cock against one of her spectacular tits. And then it happened.

She gave me a wicked look; it was a look of pure hatred. I could see and feel the hatred coming from her eyes. It was the same look she gave me at the bar. My terrified little victim was now angry. And I was loving it. This was the look that had angered me so much.

It was that, "How dare you," look. It was the same look she had on her face when she so kindly asked me, " What the fuck are you looking at?" This bitch needed more then a lesson. She needed help. I just laughed at her, a part of me wanted to knock her fucking teeth out and another part of me wanted to ram my cock down her throat.

"The clock is ticking baby... It's time to get down to business."

She didn't say a word. I was actually shocked. She knew what she going to do. I wanted to see just how obedient little miss big mouth was going to be.

"Monica. I want you to open that big mouth of your and suck my cock. You want to suck it right? You want my cock in your mouth...You wanna show me how sorry you are, RIGHT?"

"No," She quickly relied. And my friends, that was the wrong answer. Because her quick response was met with a quick backhand to the head.

POOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!

"Wrong answer BITCH," I shouted as went for the knife. I yanked the knife out of the wood. And tossed her stupid ass to the ground. Then I grabbed her buy the hair and put her back onto her knees. Then I placed the knife on her neck just under her cheek.

"I guess you forgot who's running this show Monica. The proper response would have been, "Yes Mister Dick Head. I'm sorry please let me suck your cock."

The tip of my cock had grazed against her lips. I wanted to shove my cock in her mouth but I also wanted her to ask me for my cock.

"Say it bitch! Say it! You have a big fucking mouth. You like talking shit! Now say it or I'll cut your throat and fuck your dead body 'till it gets cold."

I only had to wait about two seconds. Before she spoke.

"Pa--Pa--Pa--Please Mister... Please, Mister Dick Head I'm Sorry... Please Let me suck your cock," she stuttered.

Finally her big fucking mouth spewed something that I wanted to hear. I waited about ten seconds and she didn't make a move. That's when I placed the tip of the blade directly under her chin and gave it a little push. That was all it took. Before I knew it my cock was engulfed into a warm slippery mouth.

"Mmmmmm, Awweeee, fuck!!!!" I moaned when I felt those lips wrap around my shaft.

"Yeah that's right baby... suck my fucking dick! Suck it bitch."

It had been a long time since I had felt a nice warm mouth around my cock. Her mouth was a perfect fit for my cock. It wasn't too tight and it wasn't to loose. With a little encouragement from the switchblade that was firmly placed under her chin. She started moving her head back and forth. I wanted more tongue action. I slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. When I did that she looked up at me.

"Lick it baby, I know you know how to suck cock. Stick your tongue out and lick it."

She didn't even protest this time cause her tongue came out flickering. She had my cock bobbing up and down from the quick up strokes of her tongue. While her tongue danced with my cock I looked into her eyes.

"Do you want live Monica?" I asked while she continued to tease the tip of my cock with her tongue.

When I looked down at her I sensed something, I sensed something new as I felt her body exhale and kind of relax. Before there was fear and then came anger. Now I saw and felt something else from her. It was in her eyes and it was pure. It was defeat. I think it was at that point that the reality of what she had done to me earlier had become clear. And I think it was at that point she realized that she had fucked up. And I also think that it was at that point that she realized that this was the price she must pay.

I felt like a God. Her destiny rested on the tip of the blade that was in my hand.

"Monica I don't want to hurt you anymore. But you're gonna satisfy me. Just do what I tell you to do and I won't hurt you anymore."

And just like that the tension in the room changed. I plunged my cock into her mouth and there was no protest. I grabbed her by the head and started humping her face like It was fucking a pussy. I gave her commands and she followed them.

"Yeah! That's it Monica. Suck it! Suck my cock! Use your tongue baby, work that big fucking mouth."

And boy did she ever. She worked her tongue on the underside of my cock like a pro. I couldn't take it anymore. My balls started rumbling and I knew I was gonna blow. Tightened my grip around her head and rammed my cock deep into her mouth.

"Awe FUCK!!" I growled as my orgasm gripped me like I vise.

I came hard and fast down her throat. Moaning and growing as each blast of cum rocketed out of my cock and pelted her gullet. Thick globs of cum spewed from my cock and down the throat. My entire body was tingling with electric orgasmic pulses. My hips bucked forward forcing my cock even deeper down her throat. It wasn't till I felt her body jerk that I realized she couldn't breath. I pulled my cum coated, saliva drenched cock out of her mouth. She immediately fell to the ground crying and gasping for air and coughing up cum and spit.

It took me a moment to catch my own breath and stabilize myself. When I looked down at the pile of flesh that was lying on the ground I felt justice flow through my veins. She had humiliated me in the bar and I got my revenge. I could only image how she must be feeling right know. But my work wasn't done. I needed to feel her. I need to feel her cunt wrapped around my cock.

Break time was over. I grabbed her handcuffed wrist and lifted her to her feet. Her face was flush, she looked like she was about to get sick.

"Are you okay Monica? You did really well. You're a good cocksucker. Now get your shit together because I'm not done with you yet."

I expected a reaction but there was none. She just simply bowed her head down and said nothing.

"You know what I want Monica? you know what you have to do? Right baby?"

I spoke softly and this time very slowly. Just thinking about my cock entering her cunt was enough to get my juices flowing once again. My cock strung back to life and actually brushed against her stomach. She looked down at cock and then looked up at me. Her facial expression remained the same. It was like staring into the eyes of a drugged out Zombie. It was like she wasn't even there anymore. Her body was there, but her mind was somewhere else.

I let go of her and spun her around towards the couch. I placed my hands. Around her waist and pulled her to me from behind. I held her in a tight embraced as I caressed her soft skin. My rock hard cock resting comfortably between her soft fleshy asscheeks. I raised my hands and cupped her beautiful teardrop tits. Her body was so warm and her skin was soft and tender to the touch.

"God damn Monica! You're so fucking beautiful. You're one the prettiest girls I've ever seen. It's a shame that your big fucking mouth takes all that beauty away from you. I wish it didn't have to be this way." I exhaled into her ear as I brought my left hand down towards her pussy.

She didn't even flinch when my hand passed by her pubic mound. For a second I found myself getting lost in the moment. Her closed legs only stopped my traveling hand momentarily. I didn't have to say a word. Control had already been established. I brought my hand up a few inches and rubbed her soft puffy pubic mound. Then I continued with my journey by placing my finger right between her pussy lips. I didn't even have to say word. I put little pressure on the left side of her pussy. She leaned back against my body and moved her left leg out about a foot. My finger just melted into the folds of her pussy lips grazing past her clit.

Her head shut up as if she had been awakened suddenly. I moaned softly as I cupped her pussy with the rest of my hand and easily slid my finger into her moist cunt. Inside her cunt felt like warm gooey pudding.

"Mmmmm, baby. Your pussy feels so good..." I whispered into her ear."

I could feel her tender cunt gripping at my finger each time I plunged it inside her body. While I slowly masturbated her cunt her breathing started to increase. I placed another finger in her cunt and was rewarded with a nice warm gooey treat. Her body shook and trembled softly as her juices flowed freely into my palm. She didn't have to say a word because her body language spoke for her. Earlier her body trembled in fear.

Now her body trembled from pleasure. I could feel her trying to fight it off. Then she raised her cuffed hands and placed them over face. The shame of cumming in the arms of a man that was raping her was too much for her. I was in another world and loving it. Earlier I wanted to punish her and inflict pain. But now I wanted to punish her with pleasure and shame.

"I now you're cumming, you nasty little bitch, Look at cha' cumming in the arms of a stranger, you should be ashamed of yourself."

I called her names while plunged my fingers in and out of her cunt. I told that she was slut, I told her that that she whore. I told her that only a whore could find pleasure from being raped. Her pussy was on fire and my fingers stroked and fed the blaze the was burning between her legs.

"Do you hear that Monica? Listen baby. Do you hear your cunt singing?" I whispered.

She was in no shape to answer my question and it wasn't a question that I need answered. The combination of my fingers and her juicy cunt created a beautiful melody in the room. The sound of squishy cunt filled my ears and the scent of her excited pussy filled my nostrils.

I removed my hand from her cunt and brought it up to my face. My fingers were smothered in her juices. I placed my hand next to my face and inhaled her extracted juices. Then I placed my finger in my mouth and tasted her. She lowered her hands and turned her head back slightly and watched me suck her juices. Then I moved my hand toward her face. I placed my hand under her nose she tried to turn her head but I made sure I kept my hand under her nose so that she could smell her own cunt. With nowhere to go she was forced to inhale her own scent.

"Open your mouth Monica. Open your mouth and lick this shit off my hand."

She held her lips tightly together not wanting to suck her own cunt juices. This time her protest didn't anger me. I knew she was already embarrassed from cumming in my arms. And I also knew that making her lick and suck on her own fluids would further accomplish my goal. And my goal was to humiliate her by any means necessary.

"Monica. Please don't make me ask you again. You're doing so well baby. It would be a shame to kill you now, especially after all we've been through. Now be a good little girl and open your BIG FUCKING MOUTH!!!!"

And that's what she did. She opened her mouth and sucked in my finger.

"Yeah, that's it! Mmmm, suck that shit! Get all of it. Get your nasty cunt juice off my fingers bitch."

Watching her suck that shit off my fingers almost made me cum. I took my free hand and jammed two finger into her cunt. She sucked on hand while my other hand found its way to her clit. Her body shook and trembled violently when I attacked her clit. I worked her pussy with my left hand until I felt it was nice and juicy. I pulled my right hand out of her mouth and made a quick switch.

I stuck my right hand back into her cunt and quickly shoved my left hand into her big mouth. She had no choice but to suck on a fresh batch of her own pussy juice. I was enjoying this big time. I've never even seen nor have I ever heard of such an act like this. Before she could finish licking her cunt juices off of one hand, I would pull it out of her mouth and replace it with another hand that was fully loaded with her flavor.

I toyed with her clit with one hand while she sucked on my fingers. I spread her pussy lips apart and attacked her clit. I rubbed it hard and fast. The harder I rubbed her clit the harder she sucked my fingers. Then her body locked up. She bit down on my finger as a massive orgasm swept through her body causing her to buck wildly.

"Go ahead, go ahead CUM! CUM, CUM you filthy whore."

She released my finger from her mouth and exhaled a long deep breath, "Aggghhh," she moaned as her body shuddered in my clutches.

"No, no more. Please, no more," She gasped.

She moaned and begged me to stop. Her request landed on deaf ears, I ravished her clit and punished her pussy by ramming three fingers deep into her sloppy cunt. It was like holding onto a car that was out of control. I held on and steered her through her through another massive orgasm. If her body jerked left, I moved right. If she moved right, I went left. I've never witnessed a woman cumming like that in my life. She bucked one final time before releasing a deep grown just before her knees buckled. I held her up by her cunt; my three fingers and my palm were the only thing that kept her from falling on her face.

I've never heard a woman grown and moan while cumming like that in my life. It was truly a sight to see and hear. I couldn't take it anymore I needed to fuck her and I need to fuck her now. I picked her up and tossed her limp orgasmic weakened body onto the couch.

Her ass was sticking straight out. My target was clear and it was well prepared. I put one hand on her ass and my other hand on my cock and I took aim.

I held back nothing. I rammed my cock deep into her cunt with one mighty thrust. Her cunt muscles reacted immediately as if it was trying to squeeze my cock out of her cunt. After four or five deep thrust her pussy gave up and accepted my cock. I pounded her cunt with everything I had. I placed my hand on her hip and pulled her toward me with every thrust.

"Yeah that's it! Awe fuck! Awe Fuck Yeah!" I moaned while I pounded her cunt with devastating blows.

I wasn't sure what I enjoyed watching more, her head snapping violently back or my cock ramming into her sweet pussy. The act was so pure and it was selfish. Of all the women I have ever fucked this was the best. It was the best because I didn't give a fuck. I wasn't worried about her needs. It was all about me. I didn't give a fuck about her feelings. She was a bitch with a big Fucking Mouth that just happened to fuck with the wrong Mother fucker on the wrong fucking day. And now it was time for her to pay for her sins.

I could feel the tension erupting and building up in my nut sack. I was able to pull my cock out of her cunt in just a nick of time. I wanted to cum but not yet. I just fucked her but now I wanted her to fuck me. I pulled my cock out of her cunt and admired my work. Her pussy whole was wide open and looked nice and stretched out. She turned her head and looked at me.

I walked over to the arm of the couch and said sternly, "Get your sorry ass over here. Your pussy is dripping. Lick this shit off my fucking cock NOW!!"

She turned around and scooted over towards the end of the couch. She looked at my cock and I could see the disgusted look on her face knowing that now she would have to suck her cunt juices again, but this time she was gonna have to suck it off my cock. I wasn't going to wait. I took the knife, which I was holding in my mouth while fucked her and placed the blade against her check. And that was all I had to do.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. A half second later I felt my cock sliding into her big warm mouth. She started sucking my cock hard and fast. She raised her handcuffed hands up and started stroking my cock while she sucked on it. Then it dawned on me that she was trying to make me cum. Although it felt good, cumming in her mouth again was not on my list. I have been there and done that already.

"What the fuck are you doing? Trying to make me cum bitch? Who told you to suck me like that? Slow the fuck down," I commanded.

She slowed down instantly but never looked up at me. I wanted to see her eyes. I wanted to look into her eyes with my cock in her mouth. I told her to open her eyes and look at me. I knew she heard me. But she didn't respond. But when I pressed the blade against her cheek a little firmer and started sliding the knife back against her soft white skin, her big beautiful eyes opened right up.

Looking into the eyes of a frightened woman with a cock in her mouth and a knife against her cheek was incredible. Her eyes told the story. And it was at that moment that I knew that she was truly sorry for what she had done to me earlier that evening. I could feel and sense her sorrows. But I wasn't done yet. I need to cum and her mouth wasn't going to cut it this time.

"If you think I'm gonna cum in your mouth bitch you're crazy...I'm gonna cum in your cunt...That's right bitch....I'm gonna fill your cunt with cum just like I filled your Big mouth up earlier."

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and stepped back. As soon as I stepped back she fell on the ground to her knees and started crying. She raised her cuffed hands up. She looked like a woman who was on her knees praying to God.

"Please... Please sir... I'm begging you, don't cum in me! Please! I don't have any protection. Please don't cum in me! I don't want to get pregnant! Please! I--I-- I'll suck you off again, I'll suck your cock! Please! I've done everything you asked me to do. Don't do this to me!"

I allowed her to speak only because I enjoyed the sound of her terrified and shaky voice. Her begging me not to cum in her cunt only made me want to do even more. I told her to shut up and then yanked her up to her feet by her shackled wrist. I spun her around with her back to the couch. I pushed my pants all the way down to my ankles and sat down. My cock was hard as a rock and point straight up towards the ceiling. I was gonna make her fuck me. She was going to do all the work. I was gonna make her jump up and down and on my cock until I filled her fucking cunt up with hot sperm.

"Come on Monica. Come over here and sit on my fucking cock."

She turned around sobbing and took a step toward me. She was about to straddle me until I said, "Turn the fuck around. I'm sick of looking at your sorry face, you look pitiful. Turn around Bitch."

And she did look pitiful. I didn't want to look at her face anymore. I wanted to check out her big ass while I filled her up with my seed. She put her head down and slowly turned around. She bent forward and then slowly started moving her ass back towards my cock. I placed my hand on her ass to guide her to me. She lost her balance and fell towards me impaling herself on my rock hard cock. My cock sunk deep into her slippery snatch.

"Mmmmmmm, GODAMN! That feels so fucking good," I moaned.

Monica said nothing and she also did nothing. She just sat there. She knew just like I knew that as soon as she started moving that big juicy ass of hers what was going to happen. She knew that she was going to get a belly full of cum. And like so many times that evening she needed a little encouragement, which I was more then happy to give her. I grabbed the knife and placed the blade flat against her pussy.

"You see this knife Monica? Ya see this knife Bitch? I swear to God, if you don't start moving your big fucking ass. I'm gonna flip you over and fuck you in your asshole! Its been a while since I fucked a bitch in the ass. Do you want a cock in your ass Monica? If you don't start moving I swear I'll rip your asshole to shreds"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Please, I'll do it. I'm sorry," she cried out as she started moving her ass around.

My empty threats worked. She found a way to work that cunt up and down my cock. Before I knew it she found a nice rhythmic movement that suited us both. I placed my hands on her ass and spread her cheeks to get a better view of my cock entering her body. I barked out orders and she followed them without hesitation.

"Yeah, now that's it. Yeah work that ass bitch! Fuck me! Make me cum. Work that cunt! Its almost over baby make me cum and I'll leave you alone... Do it baby! Do it! Do it! You fucking whore, make me cum, Big Mouth."

That was the last word I ever said to her. I grabbed her by the waist and drove my cock deep into her unprotected cunt and fired away.

"Agggghhh, agghhhh, agggghhhh," I growled as my cock took aim at her womb and unleashed an unholy flow of angry sperm into the depths of her cunt.

I came hard and heavy. I quickly grabbed her breast and pulled her body against mine. I held her and squeezed her entire body while my cock spit sperm into her cunt. Cumming in her pussy sent my whole body into convolutions. It was my turn to tremble and shake as waves of orgasmic bliss consumed my entire being.

After I emptied myself inside her beautiful pussy I angrily pushed her off of me. She fell to the ground and started crying. She was a mess, her face her hair in complete disorder. She was on the floor curled up in the fetal position crying and coughing. And each time she coughed cum bubbled out of her pussy. Cum oozed out of her thoroughly raped cunt and dribbled down her ass cheek to the ground forming a small little puddle.

It was at that moment the reality of what I've done became clear. Deep down I knew that what I was doing to her was wrong. I knew I was going to do something fucked up to this woman the moment I got in my car and I didn't drive away. I suppressed the truth by telling myself that I was teaching her a lesson. While I was raping her, I told myself that what I was doing was right. I told myself that she deserved it. I told myself that I was only doing to her what a number of men have only dreamed of doing to a rude and stuck up bitch like her. I knew what I was doing was a crime but I told my self it was a Gentle Sin.

Looking back at the entire incident. I still don't know what set me off. Was it hate? Was it pure anger? Or was it selfish lust? While sharing this tale with you I've come to realize one thing. Rape is not gentle and nor is it a sin. It is, what it is. It's a criminal act. I punished Monica for words. I raped her for Things she said to me.

After I got dressed I took the cuff off of her hands. I found her phone and ripped it out of the wall. I took the phone line and loosely tied her hands and feet. She barely moved while I tied her hand and feet. I walked over to the door and took one last look at her. She was sobbing softly and still shaking. I wanted to say something but then I realized there was nothing left to say to her. I Simply closed the door and walked away.

On my way home I thought about the entire evening. I looked deep into my soul, I was looking for answer but I wasn't sure of the question. It took me a few days to figure out the question. I was in a park and a saw a couple of children calling each other names. Then one of the girls called the other girl a cruel name. The little girl was furious. She then pouted her lips and recited an old nursery rhyme that I haven't heard in years. She stuck her tongue out and said,

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."

As a youth, such a thing might make sense. But in the real world, words do hurt. And as we get older the words we say become more powerful. And as we mature our words and things we say have consequences. If you don't believe me, just ask Monica...

The End