Gay Nightclub DJ

He picked me up and gently placed me back on the bed. He looked down at me as I lay there so vulnerable with my arms on either side of my head. My soft, white shoulders bare, my waist so thin, the hem of the dress riding up to expose my bare thighs.

"Wendie," he said, "you are so beautiful. Too beautiful."

With that, he moved his knees between mine and lifted up my legs. The bottom of my dress slid up to my waist as he moved up, cupping my butt cheeks in his massive hands. I felt his cock at my anal opening for a moment, then came a violent flash of pain as he entered me quickly. I cried out, but he shushed me and kissed my lips as he slowly moved in and almost out of me.

I tried to just lay there and not move, figuring if I couldn't stop him from raping me, then I could at least be a lousy lay. But he was too powerful. I began moving as he did. His mouth attacked my neck, and I wrapped my trim legs around his thick waist as far as they would go. My thin arms were still impotently on either side of my head as my trim body wracked with his movements.

Les was breathing like an ancient steam engine, but one look into his face as he looked into mine revealed his ecstacy. He had been waiting to do this to me for weeks and weeks, and now, I was his. That thought turned me on, if only a little. Les kissed me hard on my lips, and as I tore my mouth away from him, I noticed my blond hair moving about my bare shoulders. My thin, pretty body in this beautiful dress was being plundered by this huge ugly brute. If a beautiful victim was what he wanted, then that's what he'll get.

I shimmied my shoulders and moaned his name over and over. I crossed my arms around his neck and screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Les pounded my poor butt like he was trying to go right through me. His eyes bulged and it looked for a moment that he was going to explode. Then, he appeared to consciously calm himself down and began to slow his thrusting into me.

"No, Beautiful," he gasped while he tried to catch his breath. "I've waited too long to cum too soon."

He placed his huge arms on either side of my thin frame and pushed his upper body up where he could look down at me. He seemed so big, and his fat cock still pumped slowly in and out of me, pinioning me to the bed. Then, wordlessly, his teeth returned to my very-sore right nipple.

"No, no, please Les," I cried as I helplessly tried to maneuver my breast away from his teeth. "Please, no. Please, no!"

I was crying.

Les moved his hands to my tiny waist, giving him more control as he pumped into me. My supple body was being ruthlessly plundered and his teeth on my poor nipple heightened his control over me.

Finally, he mercifully moved his teeth from my nipple. His thick tongue traced its way up my chest and neck to my lips.

"Thank you," I sobbed into his mouth, kissing him for all I was worth as I flung my arms around his neck. "Thank you, darling. Thank you. Thank you."

He seemed content to keep kissing me, occasionally running his tongue in and out of my mouth. I writhed into him and tried to make each of his thrusts into me special. His hands moved up to my bare shoulders and chest.

"You are so soft," he grunted into my mouth between thrusts. "So beautiful."

I began to hump into him harder as he thrust into me. My mouth found his right earlobe and nibbled on it.

"Oh, Les," I moaned with a very exaggerated Southern accent. "You're soooo big. I want you soooo much. Give it to me, baby. Please, you fuck me soooo good."

I gave him a slow, very-sensuous kiss, lightly biting his lower lip and clinging to it momentarily as our lips parted. He was getting close, pumping me harder and harder. I moved my arms so they were helplessly on either side of my head. I shimmied my shoulders seductively. He was so close. Then I reached up and grabbed the back of his head with my right hand and thrust his face back onto my raw, tortured nipple.

"Fuck me!" I screamed. "Oh, fuck me, Les! Fuck meeeee!"

"Awwgh!" Les yelled, then bit me so hard that I thought my nipple would come off. My arms went around his neck and my legs tightened around his ample mid-section. His jowly face was very red and his eyes bulged. We both screamed while he orgasmed into me again and again and again.

I think I passed out for a few moments. The next thing I remember was lying there limp as Les' big body lay on me. His mouth was on my bare left shoulder, his tongue making little circles. After a long time, his cock slowly popped out of me, and he moved his mouth to mine and kissed me, holding our lips together as if he never wanted to move them away. 

I saw light coming through the bedroom window. I looked at the clock. It was 6:05 a.m.

"I'd better call Triple A," I said as I wriggled out from under Les.

He looked at me as I straightened up my dress. I sort of enjoyed how he was looking at me as my long hair cascaded over my bare shoulders and my hands moved to my either side of my tight waist. He had just cum, and I was still turning him on.

"That won't be necessary," he said.

"But I have to get home," I said. "My car won't start, remember?"

"I remember," he said, getting up slowly and moving his naked bulk over to his dresser. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a black wire.

"It connects to your distributor cap," he said with a smile. "That's why your car wouldn't start."

So that was why he had his table set for two. Les had planned the whole thing, from sabotaging my car to this very moment.

"Well darlin'," I drawled, shimmying my bare shoulders, "aren't you clever. Was your evening all you desired?"

"Oh yeah," he said, walking toward me and taking me into his big, thick arms. "All I wanted and more."

"Then be a dear," I said, pausing momentarily to kiss his lips, "and put that silly wire back on my car while I change clothes."

I walked toward the smaller bedroom, pausing to look back at him over my bare shoulder. He looked at me wistfully, shook his head and started to get dressed.

About 10 minutes later, he knocked on the bedroom door and came in. I had retrieved my overcoat from the ballroom and I was ready to go. Les walked me to the front door, opened it and took both my hands in his. He told me he had replaced the wire and even brushed all the snow off my car. 

"Will I see you next Friday?" he asked. "You are coming back to work, aren't you?"

I withdrew my hands from his and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"I guess I'll have to come back," I drawled, untying the strap on my overcoat, and letting the coat fall the floor. "I thought I'd wear this beautiful dress home. That way, I'll have to come back, if only to return the dress." 

I shimmied my bare shoulders.

"You don't mind," I said in my best Southern accent, "do you, darlin'?"

Les looked stern.

"Come here," he said.

I dutifully walked to him.

Les grabbed my soft shoulders and drew me to him for a long, soul-wrenching kiss. I writhed into him and mewed in the back of my throat. When our lips finally parted, I turned, picked up my overcoat and walked out into the cold morning air.

I felt the brisk wind on my bare shoulders and legs as I got into my car. I turned the key, and it started right up. I looked out the window at my overweight, thick-faced boss standing in the doorway, waving to me.

"See you Friday," he called out.

"We'll see," I said as I drove away. "We'll see."