Susan the drunken racist gets her come uppance
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Susan Gets A Delivery
Susan was special. Everyone knew it. She, especially, knew it. Wherever she went there seemed to be an imaginary spotlight on her that illuminated her and elevated her to the status of someone very special.
First of all, there was her physical presence. She was tall, about 6’ 1?. She always wore incredibly high heels that put her in the stratosphere of professional basketball players. She carried her height regally.
Her tits were not mammoth-size and yet they accented her beauty. They were probably ?B? cups but they were as perky as a puppy at play. She never wore a bra and her tops were always clingy. In addition, the neckline of her tops were just barely (if that) above her areolas. People always stared. Men stared especially long and hard – with an emphasis on ?hard?.
Her legs were something else. They were long, perfectly shaped, and well-muscled without being muscular. They carried just enough of a coating of fat as to slightly jiggle when she walked. They would have been her best feature if it weren’t for her ass. Now that was an ass.
She always wore shorts or jeans that portrayed her ass in all of its glory. It was an ass that strippers and whores longed for. It was an ass that men daydreamed about. And, of course, she was well aware of all of its qualities. Thus, her ridiculously high heels caused her ass to jut out just right and her legs to pulsate perfectly. She was a looker.
Finally, there was her personality. She was a manipulative, evil bitch. She gave out just enough sex to persuade two men in succession to marry her. Then, she withheld sex until they became disgusted enough to give her a divorce. Of course, they were rich. She thus became quite rich after the divorce settlement. She had been fortunate enough to have a male judge for each divorce. Each of her then-husbands he was screwed when he saw the judge eyeing Susan and her magnificent tits, legs and ass. The men’s premonition of their soon-to-come screwing was well-founded.
Susan was especially evil to men in subservient positions. She treated them like shit. She let them know that they were of a lesser caste and absolutely worthless. If she could catch one of them staring at any of her physical assets, she would complain to their boss and they would always lose their job. She was evil.
Sue took pride in her ability to completely destroy delivery personnel. She had often brought them to tears with her tongue and her vocabulary. She was especially effective with those who were obviously immigrants. She would threaten to call immigration. She would threaten to call the police and tell them that the Hispanic grocery delivery boy had made improper advances to her. Delivery people absolutely despised going to her home. They were indeed intimidated.
However, there was one delivery man who completely angered her. He was not to be intimidated. He was actually a former investment executive who had taken early retirement. He thought it would be a hoot to take a menial position such as delivery and work it two days a week. He didn’t need the money. He was not put off by bitchy customers. And he simply did not react to Susan’s tirades. He would simply respond, ?Yes ma’am? or ?No ma’am.?
Once she told him to stop calling her ?ma’am?. He replied, ?Yes ma’am.?
So, it was Tuesday and she saw him coming up her sidewalk. She was determined to have the best of him today. She had worn her most transparent, clingy, and low-cut blouse. She had on her shortest and tightest shorts. They were high cut on the sides and they clung to her crotch like another set of skin. She gave complete meaning to the term ?camel toe?.
She had even taken strands of her fine pussy hair and pulled a strand out on each side of the crotch of her shorts. As he rang the doorbell she brushed her hands across her nipples to make them stand out even more.
She opened the door, looked at him, and said, ?Well!? in a completely condescending and accusatory tone. She noted that his name – ?ED? – was sewn on the pocket of his shirt. She had always been of the opinion that a person was a complete failure when their job required that they have their name embroidered on their shirt.
If they were in bare feet, Susan was at least three inches taller than Ed. With her ridiculous heels, she towered over him. Yet, with a total casual attitude, Ed tilted his head back and looked her straight in the eye. He said simply, ?Dry cleaning ma’am.?
It infuriated her that he dared to look her straight in the eye. He obviously thought he was her equal. It further angered her that he didn’t even bother to look at her erect nipples, her shapely tits, or her bronze pubic hair.
She said, ?How dare you look at my breasts like that. Give me the phone number of your boss.?
He smiled and said with no emotion, ?Surely.?
Then he took out a pad and wrote down a number. As he tore off the sheet and handed it to her, he dropped it just before she could snatch it up.
She muttered in a stage whisper, ?Bastard!? and bent to pick it up. It was the last thing she remembered that happened at the door.
He had intertwined the fingers of his hands together in front of his body and brought them up in one swift motion to catch the very tip of her well-sculpted jaw. Her head snapped back, her eyes rolled up in the back of her head, and she fell backward into her foyer. She was out.
He quickly went in, shut the door, and looked down at her magnificent body. In many respects Susan was similar in stature to that tall actress who kept making alien movies where she had to strip down to her bra and panties to kill the alien. However, Susan’s boobs were in better shape than those of the actress. Also, Susan’s legs were more shapely. And, the actress would have paid big money to have Susan’s ass. He smiled in anticipation of the upcoming events for the weekend. He had planned this for many weeks.
Now, Susan’s house was far off the end of a dead-end road. It was shielded by a grove of trees and simply could not be seen. Ed quickly went to her garage, raised the door, and backed his delivery van into the vacant stall. He shut the door and called his boss.
He told his boss, ?I’ve just made my last stop and, if it’s all right with you, I’ll just take the truck home for the weekend and come in on Monday with it.?
His boss assured him this was all right. This had often happened on other weekends and was not out of the norm. Ed then took a very special collapsible table out of the van. He had designed it himself.
As Ed unfolded the table in her entertainment room, it stood about thirty-six inches tall. It was narrow and not too long. At one end, Ed attached a pair of detachable gynecological stirrups. They were adjustable so that they could be swung outward to affect the spreading of anyone’s legs that might be attached. Ed had already stripped the unconscious form of Susan. He laid her on the table so that her head was just barely on one end. Her ass hung over the other end. Her legs fit perfectly on the stirrups.
After securing her firmly to the table he began ratcheting out the stirrups until her long legs were almost perpendicular to her torso. Her arms were over her head and wrapped around and beneath the end of the table. They were secured to the underside of the table. As her ass was at the edge of the table, her two nether holes were being displayed in all of their glory. It was a marvelous sight.
Susan regained consciousness and immediately found herself in a completely unimaginable situation. She was naked. She could feel the cool air wafting over the skin of her body.
She was on her back and completely immobile. She was completely secured. To make matters worse, her long legs were spread wide to the point that she felt as though she was being torn in two. Her legs were secured about the ankles and just above her knees. Something, a pillow perhaps, was beneath the small of her back – pushing her groin upward.
She felt the presence of someone near her head. She turned her head and saw Ed’s naked body close to her face. She was angry – no – she was furious. She was not in control and this was simply unacceptable. She would not make a sound to give the prick any satisfaction. Eventually, this bastard would pay.
She knew she was going to be raped. That was not ideal but it was nothing she could not endure. She would let him finish, intimidate him to release her, and then see that his ass was buried so deeply in jail that sunlight would have to be piped in to him.
She said, ?So, fuck me scum bag and then get the hell out of my house.?
He smiled and said nothing.
She screamed, ?Speak when spoken to you shithead excuse for a man.?
He said nothing.
She saw that his dick was only semi-erect and she taunted him, ?So put that miserable excuse for a penis in my crotch and get it over with. I probably won’t even know it’s in me.?
He continued to smile and walked around the side of her prone body until he stood between her outstretched legs. She did have a magnificent pussy. And, her ass hole winked at him invitingly. Now ass holes are often not too attractive to see. Her asshole, however, was a wonderful asshole. He looked forward to using it in many ways.
He knelt down so that his eyes were directly before her groin. He raised his hands and gently pushed aside her golden pubic hair so as to look at her pussy lips. They were a beautiful shade of pink. He moved his hands slightly inward and spread her lips. He could see the pink going deeply down inside her very being. His dick was now fully erect.
Then, he leaded forward and kissed her directly between her pussy lips. They had a beautiful taste that matched their marvelous aroma. It was a good pussy.
His tongue slowly reached out and buried itself deep inside her. She was confused. Was he trying to seduce her? She was still angry but perplexed as to what kind of rape this was.
Then, he began swirling his tongue around to brush the insides of her pussy walls. Her pussy was smooth, and, quickly becoming moist. Her clitoris sprung to life as it reached outward to offer itself.
He withdrew his tongue and lovingly swabbed the underside of her aroused clitoris. Susan was beginning to pant. She enjoyed having men go down on her. Ed enjoyed eating pussy. In most cases, men felt somewhat subordinate when they ate Susan. Ed simply felt good about himself because he knew he was setting her up for other adventures.
Her pussy was now soaking wet. Ed had a beard and mustache. They were becoming saturated with her love juices. She was beginning to twitch. The cords in her thighs were tensing. She wanted to bring her legs together to encourage him deeper. She damned the fastenings that would not allow her legs to move.
Ed was now working his tongue like a mighty piston. It was reciprocating, plunging, twisting, turning, touching every part of her pussy. Her pussy hair was now as saturated as his facial hair. Their combined foliage was now sopping wet with her juices and his saliva.
Susan was losing control. She never lost control. Now she was. However, she was soon to discover that Ed was a master at timing women’s orgasms. Just as she was about to go over, he withdrew and simply looked at her pulsating pussy parts.
Susan couldn’t believe it. No man had ever withheld an orgasm from her. Her stomach was twitching in dismay at the withheld favor that had almost been dispensed to her body.
Ed stood up. His erect dick was pointing directly at her wet pussy. He did not deny his dick of its rightful home. He stepped forward and his tool was easily immersed in her waiting hole.
His dick was now pulsating. His circumcised head was huge. Her pussy was trying to grasp his engine with all of its might. Her bound legs again refused to let her close her hole in the manner that she wanted. She silently cursed her bindings.
He moved his hips slightly and slowly and half of his dick withdrew. He reversed the motion and his engine was again buried completely. He repeated this maneuver once, twice, and then thrice.
She was beside herself with anxiety. She wanted release. She wanted him to pound her and bring her to fruition. Why was he so fucking slow?
He now moved his hips in a strange circular motion and the base of his dick followed suit with a similar circular motion. His dick was slowly rubbing against all sides of her starving pussy. On the upward part of the circle, his dick wistfully brushed against her clitoris. Her clitoris was begging for more action. It wanted to be had. Its desires were to no avail. He was controlling the action.
Susan’s nipples were fully erect. Now they were not huge nipples but, of course, they were perfect nipples. They were smooth, completely symmetrical and of a deep reddish hue. Men were always attracted to her nipples when she deigned to show them.
The erect nipples, however, were to her disadvantage. Because her eyes were closed in ecstasy, she did not see what was coming next. He had reached to one side and picked up two quite strong, spring clips. It took some amount of force to open them but open them he did, one in each hand. She never saw what was coming next.
While still buried in her cunt, Ed reached forward with each clip and centered each one on an aroused nipple. He let them close slowly at first. As the edges of the clips gently touched her nipples, she thought he was going to caress them.
Her eyes opened just in time to see him let loose the clips and feel them angrily clamp down on this very tender part of her anatomy. She thought the world had come to an end. She tried to scream but it seemed as though her vocal cords were paralyzed. Her body tried to buck in revulsion. As a side benefit (to him) her groin was moving just enough to give some very strong feedback to his implanted tool. He came.
He really came. His dick juice was bursting forward, seeking the very depths of her cunt. His was one of the biggest loads of cum he had ever bestowed upon anyone. He was proud. She was in agony.
Her nipples were like foreign agents, delivering hordes of torment to her body. For all of her life her nipples had been her friend, delivering feelings of arousal and pleasure. Now they were her enemy. Drool was running out the sides of her mouth. Her eyes were wide open and swirling around looking for relief. Her lungs were gasping for air, trying to deliver oxygen to an attack they could not understand.
Ed’s dick was trying to go flaccid after its manly effort. But the sight of her as Ed looked down was too much for his tool. His dick refused to go flaccid lest it be needed for more action. More action was soon to come.
Ed withdrew his tool from her snatch and it reluctantly closed shut in slow motion. Although her pussy lips appeared to be closed tightly, juice was flowing freely from her cunt.
Susan kept her eyes closed and tried to endure the pain on her nipples without completely losing her mind. Then, she felt him rummaging around in an area below her pussy. Because of the positioning of her legs, her ass hole was easily viewable and accessible. He was taking advantage of the accessibility. She felt him spreading something slippery around her anal ring. She was now even more incensed then she had been up to this point. Her anger was actually superseding the pain that was being applied to her erect nipples.
Then, she felt something she had never felt before. Something was being inserted into her shit hole. Now this was completely unacceptable. She had never, ever let any man have access to her asshole. Its purpose was to let shit exit from her body and she was not about to let it be used for any other purpose. And yet, it was now being violated!
She could see that Ed was bending over as though he was under the hood of a car, examining its engine. There was no way his dick was being put into her butt hole. Although she could only see the back of his bent-over head, she could tell from the movement of his arms that he must be inserting an artificial device into her bottom. This was horrible.
He was inserting a steel, cylindrical object. Ed called it an ?ass torpedo?. Although it would not explode literally, it would cause an explosion of pain in her body. It was well lubricated. It was only five inches long with a mere diameter of slightly less than a half inch. Yet, to her it felt as though a fence post was being rammed up through her anal tunnel. She was shaking her head from side to side as though trying to will the rejection of this intrusion. It was to no avail.
When he finally had it inserted to the desired depth, he stood up straight and walked around to her head.
The end of the table under Susan’s head was, in fact, a drop-leaf. Thus, Ed moved the necessary catches and lowered the drop-leaf. Susan’s head immediately fell downward so that she was looking upside down at what was behind her head. She saw his crotch – his wet, hairy, smelly crotch. She saw that his dick, balls, and pubic hair were completely saturated – saturated with sweat, leftover cum, and pussy juice. The odor was even more horrid than the sight. A small dollop of his cum was still clinging to his piss slit.
His dick was twitching in anticipation as he stared at her mouth – her mouth filled at that time in complete defiance to anything he wanted to force into her. He leaned forward over her head to release the clips that were smashing her nipples. As the blood returned to the tit appendages, her pain increased a hundred-fold.
To add insult to all of her injuries, the end of his dick brushed against her right cheek. The drop of cum was then transferred from his piss slit and smeared on to her cheek. The pain, the stench, and the liquid slowly creeping down her cheek into her ear was on the verge of completely breaking her spirit.
However, as he stood, looking down at her face, he could still see a look of defiance in her flashing eyes. He then held a remote directly in front of her eyes so that she could see his index finger on the red button. He slowly and clearly pressed it.
Susan than felt pain such as she had never imagined possible. A monumental shock was delivered to her bowels. She felt as though a thousand piranhas had lodged their fierce teeth on to her very most inward parts. The pain began at her shit tunnel and immediately emanated outward to all of her inward organs. Lightning had just gone up her asshole. She immediately lost control of her bladder and piss flew out of her pussy, into the air, and several feet across the room.
She was trying to thrash about but her bindings were too tight and too strong. Her body was soaked with sweat. Tears flowed freely from her eyes. Snot ran out of her nostrils. Her diaphragm was momentarily paralyzed and she thought she was suffocating.
He released the red button before her eyes after five seconds. It felt like five thousand years. He was smiling at the result. It had been better than he would have imagined possible.
After watching her try to regain her composure for a full two-minute period, he spoke: ?You are to continue to say nothing. In fact, from this time forward you are to be completely compliant and you are to say nothing unless I ask you a question. Nod your head if you agree.?
She quickly nodded her head which was hard to do since her head was still hanging over the edge of the table because of the lowered drop-leaf.
Somehow he knew she could not comply with his instructions. But, this was part of the learning process for her. Sure enough, she immediately started screaming at the top of her frazzled lungs.
YOU DIRTY SON-OF-A- . . . .AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!
Before she could finish her tirade he had pressed the button on the remote and held it down. Now she was screaming an elongated and loud ?EEEEEEEEEEE? sound. Her entire body had gone rigid. Cords were pressing outward all over her body – her thighs, her neck, her arms – everywhere there was a tendon. Dribbles of remnants of piss were leaking from her pussy. Snot was flowing freely from her nose. Spittle was flying out of her mouth as she screamed. Her fingers were clenching and unclenching. Her body was swathed in her own perspiration and her pussy hair and the hair on her head was drenched with the sweat flowing from her pores.
He mercilessly held down the button for a full fifteen seconds. It seemed like fifteen hundred years to her. And finally released the button and the rigidity of her body subsided. She was weeping.
He spoke. ?Here are the rules. You must comply with everything – I mean everything – I tell you. If you do, you may survive with your body intact. If you don’t, you won’t. You must also only speak when I ask you something. Tell me if you understand and agree.?
Her lips were quivering and her lungs were still trying to take in more oxygen as her chest continued heaving. He noted that her nipples were hard enough to cut glass.
She spoke. ?I understand and agree. Please don’t hurt me anymore.?
Actually, there were large gaps between each of her spoken words and her physical body tried to compose itself from the insult that had been administered to it. But, most important of all, there was no defiance in her eyes. She looked beaten.
His smelly balls and dick were less than an inch from her downturned face. They were completely covered still by his sweat, his cum, and her pussy juice. It was a rancid smell and a horrible sight. Under the best of circumstances she had never considered a man’s balls to be attractive. Under these circumstances, they were as ugly as death taking a shit.
He spoke. ?You are to begin immediately cleaning my balls, my dick, and my pubic hair. In your present situation you have only one cleaning apparatus – your tongue and your lips. But, I am sensitive to your situation and I don’t want you to do it unwillingly. Tell me you want to do this task and ask my permission to accomplish it.?
Her eyes shut and her lips instinctively shut tightly. A thousand thoughts were going through her brain – none of them good. She simply could not endure another bolt of lightning to her rectum. She felt defeated. She could not believe she said what she said next.
?Please I would like to lick and clean your scrotum, your penis, and your pubic hair. May I??
He responded immediately by pressing the button for three seconds. She screamed as much from the surprise as from the shock. What had she done?
He spoke. ?This is not a fucking science class. This is debauchery. You don’t use words such as ‘scrotum’ and ‘penis’.
He pointed his finger and his package and continued, ?This is my dick. These are my balls. Ask again, properly.?
She didn’t hesitate. ?Please, sir, I would like to lick and clean your balls, your dick, and your pubic hair. May I??
He replied, ?Of course, if that would please you.?
As he stepped closer to her face, she couldn’t help but note the irony of his courteous answer. This was going to be rough.
Susan had never cleaned anything in her entire life – beyond her own body. She had people to do such menial tasks. For the first time in her life, she began cleaning.
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