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Adult ++
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Helpless
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HELPLESS
CHAPTER 1
by Gunwild
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The guy Misato had taken to the alley was just some asshole. Well, not really an asshole. A dick. He was some foreign sailor, probably from a U.N. charity organization. The guy probably thought she’d come onto him because of his nondescript uniform, but the truth was that she hadn’t even noticed what he was wearing. She was too drunk for that.
Time was she would have forced him to wear a rubber, even though she was just sucking him off. But those times weren’t these. Instead she was smashing her head back and forth so fast the friction was making her throat hot.
“Oh, yeah,” he hissed, moving his hips a few inches. His penis wasn’t big enough to go any farther back, though. Besides, she hadn’t gotten good at this by receiving help. “That’s the shit.” Misato let him put a hand in her hair, the kind of gentle action a real lover might take. She had often wanted to do things that made her forget Kaji, but right now she wasn’t defending herself from that. She wanted to remember it.
She shut her eyes. Even in the dimly reflected streetlight, she could see that he had fine blond pubic hair. She didn’t want that. She wanted Kaji.
*It will be okay. At least different men taste the same once they come.*
Sticking her tongue out, she gripped him with one perfectly-manicured hand and rolled him all over her tongue. He mumbled something dumb in a Scandinavian language and tensed up, thrusting onto the roof of her mouth.
Kaji… well, her Kaji stand-in… ejaculated. The acrid taste nearly brought her gag reflex back from the grave. But she still swallowed with the dick fully inside. She knew that felt it had great for Kaji, and as long as she was reminded of him, she’d be okay.
“Wow. Nice going, girl.” Sailor guy looked like he was about to zip up.
She gripped his pants and yanked them down again. “Fuck me.”
Sailor grinned, though he was surprised. Misato didn’t return the favor. Instead she hauled her panties down and let him pull them off her shoes when they got stuck on her heels. Sailor clenched his jaws as, without permission, he tore her stockings to get what she was hiding.
Misato wasn’t wet. Not even a little. Still, she spread herself with two fingers, biting her tongue. “In. Get it in.”
He wasn’t nearly hard again yet, but he gave it a shot. Misato shut one eye, scratching the pavement with her dirty fingernails. “That all you’ve got?”
Sailor cheated by adding fingers in; it wasn’t difficult, as she suppressed any urge to push him out. She imagined it wasn’t his. She imagined it was Kaji’s.
One of the doors opened nearer to the street; a cook carrying a garbage bag came out, then stopped dead in his tracks. He worked next to a bar, so he’d seen some crazy shit before, but this one was a bit extreme. The burly sailor was thrusting in and out of the cutest little woman in a red dress. She was licking her lips, and then eyed him covetously. “C’mere. I want you, too.”
The Sailor almost protested, but he’d been around enough to know that he was lucky to be doing this much with such an obvious whore and not needing to pay for it. He nodded the cook over, and the man dropped his garbage bag, rushing near and ripping his belt off. He held it in his hand while he fished his dick out; Misato opened her mouth and waited for him to put it in. He was uncircumcised. She liked that. Kaji had been the same way.
Whether because of the increased kinkiness of the situation or it having just been long enough, the Sailor got hard again inside her. She was finally getting excited for real now that he was stimulating her clit somewhat. It made her wish she still wore a piercing down there. “Oooooh…”
The cook stuck the head of his cock just inside her lips; she gave it little kisses, kneading his balls harshly with one hand. He had less pubic hair and wasn’t sweaty yet, so he didn’t taste as bad. Behind her, Sailor was plunging harder and harder into her; she began smashing her thighs together every time he did, trying to get everything out of him. Misato didn’t let men come just once.
The one in her mouth took hold of the sides of her head and pushed himself deeper. He was rough. He was mistreating her.
*Good. Treat me like a slut.*
She sucked him until he couldn’t help it and came; the cook pulled out and hit her straight in the face. A little got in her bangs. She steadied herself with one hand on the ground, still taking it from behind, and jacked him off with a clamped hand, snarling. “Don’t quit on me.”
He sniggered at her. “Shut up.” Amazingly, he took hold of her hands so that she was held up by them, then pulled her wrists into the belt. He tied her hands together and gripped the belt one-handed. Misato was a slim woman who didn’t weigh much, so it was easy. As she was pulled up, the Sailor pulled out of her.
“You wanna go like that?” Sailor asked, panting.
“I get her ass. I don’t want to be where you’ve been.”
“You already were.”
“Whatever.”
“Fine.”
Misato didn’t fight it. This was what she’d been interested in; being used until she couldn’t feel the ache inside anymore. She had to stand on shaky legs. It had been a long time since she’d had anal. She wasn’t sure she could take it. But it wasn’t as though she had much of a choice, even if she hadn’t wanted it. “Maybe both of you at once will be enough.”
They didn’t talk; Sailor forced her to lick her own fluids off of his prick. The cook was massaging her asshole with his fingers, trying to get enough wetness in it to make this possible. Both men knelt; it was just as well, because she could barely keep to her feet. Two sets of hands impolitely grabbed her tits. The cook was bolder, sticking fingers inside her neckline, then her bra, and tweaking them. “Nice boobs. Very big for this town.”
Misato whimpered. Now she was wet. The fucking had loosened her up and seeing her own body manhandled helped. Sailor didn’t wait to intrude on her; his new erection was much better than the first, as was so often the case. With her clothes bunched up at her waist, she began groaning for real. Kaji had made her feel this good. But he’d touched her, held her. These two only did what they needed to get some fun out of her.
But it was better than nothing.
The cook went in slower, which he pretty much had to do. Every little bit he entered her behind he met with another wall of resistance, but even though Misato involuntarily clenched he kept going and going. Soon she felt that sensation of him not even being there; he’d gone past everything that stood in the way.
And then he started banging her. “Aaauugh, ahhh…!” Taking it in the ass was hard after being out of practice for so long. But it hurting was part of the fun. Plus, doing double duty was hot. It made her feel trashy, desirable, like a woman again, if a poor excuse for one. *A real woman doesn’t need to define herself by men and what they do to her. But I’ll take it. What else do I have left?*
The men didn’t match their thrusts, probably because they didn’t want to feel each other inside her holes or let their balls touch. For some reason guys always though the merest contact with each other would make them gay. She fixed that; clenching her unmoving fists, she tightened her ass. It made her scream in agony, but it held the cook for just a second, and then the two penises were moving in synch. The cook’s fingers scratched the sensitive skin on her breasts and her head rocked from side to side; they were sucking her neck and shoulders, and it was driving her berserk.
Their dicks compressed her insides against themselves. “Yes! That’s it! Harder! Harder!”
They buckled down and did go harder. Misato was strong and tightened herself intentionally, so that it felt like they were going to split her in half. The Sailor went in at a new angle and quickly she found herself clenching involuntarily, eyes watering with tears and a strained smile on her face. When she came it was so harsh and so ballistic that she nearly blacked out.
They’d filled her up. She was that good. Both men simply put themselves away and walked off. The cook took his belt back, but Misato wasn’t moving with or without restraint. Her face was pressed against her lovely but rumpled violet hair, which was on the filthy ground. She still breathed hard, oozing from her anus and snatch, the hot ejaculate rank in the air.
She felt better when she didn’t think about where she was, when she imagined that she might be in some hotel room with the only man who’d ever given a damn about her, the real her. The only lover she’d ever wanted to please.
“I’m scum.”
Misato managed to cover herself, mostly, then stumbled out of the alleyway into the vacant streets. She needed to go find a place to sleep off the drink and sex. A younger lady, carrying her groceries, gaped as she stumbled by with semen dripping down one leg and missing a shoe. “Miss, do… do you need help?”
She couldn’t even stand up straight for the pounding her ass had just taken. Captain Katsuragi nevertheless smiled. “Keep walking, kid. I already got it.”
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END OF CHAPTER 1
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(Yeah, yeah, it’s just something I thought about and wanted to write down. It only took an hour or two, so it was easy to knock out. Future chapters will be less icky, and it won’t have an awful, depressing ending or anything, so don’t worry about that. I’m a romantic sucker. Reviews, please! Even flames are welcome, because they’re hilarious. Tell me what you want to see Misato do next, it might just show up. [Gunwild@mail2world.com])
HELPLESS
CHAPTER 1
by Gunwild
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The guy Misato had taken to the alley was just some asshole. Well, not really an asshole. A dick. He was some foreign sailor, probably from a U.N. charity organization. The guy probably thought she’d come onto him because of his nondescript uniform, but the truth was that she hadn’t even noticed what he was wearing. She was too drunk for that.
Time was she would have forced him to wear a rubber, even though she was just sucking him off. But those times weren’t these. Instead she was smashing her head back and forth so fast the friction was making her throat hot.
“Oh, yeah,” he hissed, moving his hips a few inches. His penis wasn’t big enough to go any farther back, though. Besides, she hadn’t gotten good at this by receiving help. “That’s the shit.” Misato let him put a hand in her hair, the kind of gentle action a real lover might take. She had often wanted to do things that made her forget Kaji, but right now she wasn’t defending herself from that. She wanted to remember it.
She shut her eyes. Even in the dimly reflected streetlight, she could see that he had fine blond pubic hair. She didn’t want that. She wanted Kaji.
*It will be okay. At least different men taste the same once they come.*
Sticking her tongue out, she gripped him with one perfectly-manicured hand and rolled him all over her tongue. He mumbled something dumb in a Scandinavian language and tensed up, thrusting onto the roof of her mouth.
Kaji… well, her Kaji stand-in… ejaculated. The acrid taste nearly brought her gag reflex back from the grave. But she still swallowed with the dick fully inside. She knew that felt it had great for Kaji, and as long as she was reminded of him, she’d be okay.
“Wow. Nice going, girl.” Sailor guy looked like he was about to zip up.
She gripped his pants and yanked them down again. “Fuck me.”
Sailor grinned, though he was surprised. Misato didn’t return the favor. Instead she hauled her panties down and let him pull them off her shoes when they got stuck on her heels. Sailor clenched his jaws as, without permission, he tore her stockings to get what she was hiding.
Misato wasn’t wet. Not even a little. Still, she spread herself with two fingers, biting her tongue. “In. Get it in.”
He wasn’t nearly hard again yet, but he gave it a shot. Misato shut one eye, scratching the pavement with her dirty fingernails. “That all you’ve got?”
Sailor cheated by adding fingers in; it wasn’t difficult, as she suppressed any urge to push him out. She imagined it wasn’t his. She imagined it was Kaji’s.
One of the doors opened nearer to the street; a cook carrying a garbage bag came out, then stopped dead in his tracks. He worked next to a bar, so he’d seen some crazy shit before, but this one was a bit extreme. The burly sailor was thrusting in and out of the cutest little woman in a red dress. She was licking her lips, and then eyed him covetously. “C’mere. I want you, too.”
The Sailor almost protested, but he’d been around enough to know that he was lucky to be doing this much with such an obvious whore and not needing to pay for it. He nodded the cook over, and the man dropped his garbage bag, rushing near and ripping his belt off. He held it in his hand while he fished his dick out; Misato opened her mouth and waited for him to put it in. He was uncircumcised. She liked that. Kaji had been the same way.
Whether because of the increased kinkiness of the situation or it having just been long enough, the Sailor got hard again inside her. She was finally getting excited for real now that he was stimulating her clit somewhat. It made her wish she still wore a piercing down there. “Oooooh…”
The cook stuck the head of his cock just inside her lips; she gave it little kisses, kneading his balls harshly with one hand. He had less pubic hair and wasn’t sweaty yet, so he didn’t taste as bad. Behind her, Sailor was plunging harder and harder into her; she began smashing her thighs together every time he did, trying to get everything out of him. Misato didn’t let men come just once.
The one in her mouth took hold of the sides of her head and pushed himself deeper. He was rough. He was mistreating her.
*Good. Treat me like a slut.*
She sucked him until he couldn’t help it and came; the cook pulled out and hit her straight in the face. A little got in her bangs. She steadied herself with one hand on the ground, still taking it from behind, and jacked him off with a clamped hand, snarling. “Don’t quit on me.”
He sniggered at her. “Shut up.” Amazingly, he took hold of her hands so that she was held up by them, then pulled her wrists into the belt. He tied her hands together and gripped the belt one-handed. Misato was a slim woman who didn’t weigh much, so it was easy. As she was pulled up, the Sailor pulled out of her.
“You wanna go like that?” Sailor asked, panting.
“I get her ass. I don’t want to be where you’ve been.”
“You already were.”
“Whatever.”
“Fine.”
Misato didn’t fight it. This was what she’d been interested in; being used until she couldn’t feel the ache inside anymore. She had to stand on shaky legs. It had been a long time since she’d had anal. She wasn’t sure she could take it. But it wasn’t as though she had much of a choice, even if she hadn’t wanted it. “Maybe both of you at once will be enough.”
They didn’t talk; Sailor forced her to lick her own fluids off of his prick. The cook was massaging her asshole with his fingers, trying to get enough wetness in it to make this possible. Both men knelt; it was just as well, because she could barely keep to her feet. Two sets of hands impolitely grabbed her tits. The cook was bolder, sticking fingers inside her neckline, then her bra, and tweaking them. “Nice boobs. Very big for this town.”
Misato whimpered. Now she was wet. The fucking had loosened her up and seeing her own body manhandled helped. Sailor didn’t wait to intrude on her; his new erection was much better than the first, as was so often the case. With her clothes bunched up at her waist, she began groaning for real. Kaji had made her feel this good. But he’d touched her, held her. These two only did what they needed to get some fun out of her.
But it was better than nothing.
The cook went in slower, which he pretty much had to do. Every little bit he entered her behind he met with another wall of resistance, but even though Misato involuntarily clenched he kept going and going. Soon she felt that sensation of him not even being there; he’d gone past everything that stood in the way.
And then he started banging her. “Aaauugh, ahhh…!” Taking it in the ass was hard after being out of practice for so long. But it hurting was part of the fun. Plus, doing double duty was hot. It made her feel trashy, desirable, like a woman again, if a poor excuse for one. *A real woman doesn’t need to define herself by men and what they do to her. But I’ll take it. What else do I have left?*
The men didn’t match their thrusts, probably because they didn’t want to feel each other inside her holes or let their balls touch. For some reason guys always though the merest contact with each other would make them gay. She fixed that; clenching her unmoving fists, she tightened her ass. It made her scream in agony, but it held the cook for just a second, and then the two penises were moving in synch. The cook’s fingers scratched the sensitive skin on her breasts and her head rocked from side to side; they were sucking her neck and shoulders, and it was driving her berserk.
Their dicks compressed her insides against themselves. “Yes! That’s it! Harder! Harder!”
They buckled down and did go harder. Misato was strong and tightened herself intentionally, so that it felt like they were going to split her in half. The Sailor went in at a new angle and quickly she found herself clenching involuntarily, eyes watering with tears and a strained smile on her face. When she came it was so harsh and so ballistic that she nearly blacked out.
They’d filled her up. She was that good. Both men simply put themselves away and walked off. The cook took his belt back, but Misato wasn’t moving with or without restraint. Her face was pressed against her lovely but rumpled violet hair, which was on the filthy ground. She still breathed hard, oozing from her anus and snatch, the hot ejaculate rank in the air.
She felt better when she didn’t think about where she was, when she imagined that she might be in some hotel room with the only man who’d ever given a damn about her, the real her. The only lover she’d ever wanted to please.
“I’m scum.”
Misato managed to cover herself, mostly, then stumbled out of the alleyway into the vacant streets. She needed to go find a place to sleep off the drink and sex. A younger lady, carrying her groceries, gaped as she stumbled by with semen dripping down one leg and missing a shoe. “Miss, do… do you need help?”
She couldn’t even stand up straight for the pounding her ass had just taken. Captain Katsuragi nevertheless smiled. “Keep walking, kid. I already got it.”
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END OF CHAPTER 1
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(Yeah, yeah, it’s just something I thought about and wanted to write down. It only took an hour or two, so it was easy to knock out. Future chapters will be less icky, and it won’t have an awful, depressing ending or anything, so don’t worry about that. I’m a romantic sucker. Reviews, please! Even flames are welcome, because they’re hilarious. Tell me what you want to see Misato do next, it might just show up. [Gunwild@mail2world.com])