J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

"Maybe," Sally was still smiling.

The man took encouragement from this. He moved his hand around so that he cupped one firm cheek of Sally's ass. He started squeezing it gently.

"Maybe we can go somewhere and talk about it," he said.

"Sure," Sally said.

The man never quite knew how it happened. One minute he was caressing her ass and the next minute he was tripping over one of her legs.

He sprawled flat on his back and felt a shoe at his throat.

"You're a dirty old man," Sally said.

She pressed her shoe into his throat and made him gag. He started pleading with her, but then Sally's soft smile was replaced by a hard one.

"You like to pick up girls, don't you?" Sally asked. "Well this is one girl you won't forget for a long time."

Sally kicked him right between the legs as hard as she could. The man grunted and doubled up in pain. She kicked him again. Team burned at his eyes.

"God," he said. "Make her stop! Make her stop!"

Sally kicked him one last time and he went black. She turned to the bartender. There was a smile on the bartender's face. He had watched a lot of bar girls handle the fat drunk, but never a girl who handled him so easily as Sally. The man never would have expected such an innocent-looking girl to be capable of inflicting such pain.

"You'd better clean him up," Sally said. "And sober him up so he won't go trying to pick up any more little girls."

"You did him a job," the bartender said.

"A girl has to protect herself," Sally said. "My gym teacher taught me that little trick."

The bartender figured he owed her something.

He'd gotten a good laugh.

"You wanted to see Duke?" the bartender asked.

"Yes."

"Upstairs. First door on the right."

"Thanks," Sally said.

Sally walked up the stairway, wondering why Duke would stay in such a fleabag place. The car was worth more money than this entire place.

She found the door and knocked.

"Come in," Duke said.

Sally felt her heart begin to pound as she opened the door. Duke lay sprawled out on top of a dirty bed. He was naked. He looked up at her.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"Don't you remember me, Duke?" Sally asked. A slow smile came to his face.

"Sure I do. The pretty little formal gal on her way to the party. What do you want with me?"

"I came to talk," she said.

"Talk, hell," he said. "Get your clothes off."

That was the way she wanted it. To be ordered around by Duke. To be told the way to do things. This was the way she wanted things.

She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her skirt. She saw his eyes devour her with hunger and anticipation. She stripped off her panties and unhooked her bra.

"Walk around the room," he said.

She walked naked around the room. He took in every inch of her flawless body. She saw his prick slowly growing hard. He put his hand around his thick staff and slowly masturbated himself to stiffness.

"So you wanted old Duke again," he said. "Most girls do."

"Yes," she admitted.

"Well come on over here, baby. Give me a taste of those luscious titties."

She came to him and he pulled her down on top of him. Sally felt his hard prick brush against her bare leg. His lips closed on her nipple.

Sally felt electric sparks jump through her body.

Duke knew how to suck a titty. He wasn't like those other men. He knew how to treat a girl. He sucked in more of her flesh and she sighed.

"You like that?" he asked. "You like old Duke to suck on your titty?"

She wished he'd quit talking so much and do more kissing. But Duke liked to listen to himself. He kept whispering into her ear as he fondled her titties.

"You've got a nice pair of jugs, baby. I like a big pair of jugs on a woman. I like them to be firm and tasty with a hard brown nipple on the end. And yours are sure hard, baby. You like old Duke to suck em?"

"Yes," she said.

She pressed her lips to his. His mouth opened and his tongue slipped into her mouth. She tongue kissed him for a long while. He was exciting her but something was wrong. It was not as she remembered it. He was not so demanding or so rough with her. She got the feeling that she was commanding the situation.

Sally had to see how far she could go. She kissed his nipples and sucked them into hardness and she heard him groan. Her wet tongue slithered down his body in large circles.

She felt something wet and sticky against, her leg. She looked down and saw that his prick was oozing pre-cum. He pulled her up and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"Now old Duke's going to give you something to remember him by," Duke said.

He pushed her up so that she was sitting nearly on top of him.

"Baby," he moaned. "You just sit that hot cunt of yours right down on my prick."

Sally gently lowered herself down on his hard prick. His prick filled her but even it wasn't as large as she remembered. She moaned as his fingers flicked her nipples.

"Ride me, baby," he said. "Ride me good."

She started bouncing up and down on his hard prick. She could feel him sliding in and out, his cock-head popping against the outside of her cunt, but it wasn't as good as she remembered.

"Gawd almighty!" he groaned. "Oh God, that's it! You're doing it to me, baby! You're doing it to me!"

She started humping faster as she felt his prick getting ready to explode. She felt the first hot sticky spurt of him. Then a second. It wasn't what she wanted. She was frustrated and unhappy as the last of his prick juice flooded her.

She got off of him and walked to her clothes. She was putting them back on when the door was flung open. A heavy redhead stood there. She wore expensive clothes and had a mink wrapped around her shoulders.

"Who the hell is this?" she questioned. "I can explain, Martha," Duke said. "You don't have to explain," the woman said.

"I turn my back for five minutes and you're fucking the first cunt you see! I don't know how you do it."

"It really wasn't a very good fuck," Sally said. The woman looked speechless. She lifted one fat fist and shook it under Sally's nose.

"You tramp!" the woman cried. "You whore!"

"Watch what you say," Sally said.

"I'll say what I want," the woman cried. "I buy him thins. I give him a new car and anything else he wants and he pants over you young things. You tramp!"

"I feel sorry for you," Sally said.

"Sorry for me? Why should you be sorry for me?"

"Because I thought he was a man. He's not. And you want tat."

"Hey!" Duke said.

"He's nothing," Sally said. "I thought he knew how to use that prick, but he doesn't. I was just a frightened little girl when he took me the first time. I thought he was special. Now that I'm a woman I can do better."

"Why, you little bitch," Duke said. "You like it. You know you did."

"It was all right, but I know a dozen or more who know how to use a prick better and they're still in high school. You're just a novice."

"You bitch!" he said again.

"Don't get up," Sally warned.

Sally was mad and hurt and she was ready to do to him what she'd done to the man downstairs. Duke must have seen it in her eyes. He stayed on the bed.

"Get yourself a man," Sally told the woman.

The woman continued to stare as Sally finished dressing and left the room. Sally had sounded tough but her eyes were flooding with tears by the time she got outside. Duke was her last chance. Now she'd never find a man who could make her feel like a real woman. Never.

Sally was tired and bitter. She had been hurt by Duke's performance. She realized now that she had built him up to something special in her mind. He really wasn't that special and Sally wished that she had never met him again. Then she would have always had some man to respect. Now she had nobody.