A Reasonable Deal Ch. 07

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Part 7 of the 8 part series

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A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 7)

Chapter 1

Danielle was glad to be home from her friend's house. There were not that many even semi-attractive members of the lesbian community in town, and this particular one, a Korean-American musician, enjoyed watching, for god knows what reason, reality TV. Reality TV mixed with marijuana and alcohol, all of which the high school teacher had both tried and grown bored with. Sex, history and art were the only things that really interested her anymore.

Danielle had made a few attempts at conversation, but they were either too abstract and surreal to mean anything, or meaningless by default. Danielle loved art but hated artists. Especially modern, easily entertained, self-proclaimed artists...even if they didn't complain about large dildos being shoved up their asses. In fact, that they didn't complain (this generalization was most recently exemplified in the Korean musician), just made the penetration less interesting. Anyways, the TV show, filled with pointless arguments, sexual tension, and emotional discord amongst fools, reminded her of her observations about the rest of society, and brought to her mind a quote from the Roman emperor Caligula: "I wish all Rome had but one neck, that I might break it."

It captured her feelings exactly.

* * * * *

The knock on the door was hard enough to convey the emotion of the visitor. John's face matched his action—very serious. He meant business.

What the hell, Danielle thought to herself, looking at the clock. It was 10 at night. When she opened the door, she was met by a young, attractive man not too much younger than herself, with a look that was, if anything, not exactly friendly.

"Are you Danielle, the high school teacher?" he said.

Danielle was no idiot. I never asked if she had a boyfriend. Oh god, is it a dad? No problem. Deny everything. "Um, yes...can I help you?" she asked, politely, but sternly, seeing if she could soften the resolve of the do-gooder.

"I have something very important I want to talk to you about, which you are probably aware of. Would it be okay if I ask you some questions in private? No need to have neighbors here. I don't want anything to start if there is no reason for it" John said, trying to control his emotions. The fact that the woman that raped his young lover was extremely attractive, just added to the feelings in John. The desire for revenge and justice began, almost immediately, to mix with lust and desire. It was a familiar feeling, which was odd. He hadn't been in this situation before.

Wary, but unwilling to appear weak in any way, Danielle stepped aside, letting him enter. The man didn't seem shady at all, just very serious. He came in, and she offered him a seat on the couch. She sat on a chair opposite him. Danielle began, "What is the problem sir? Does this have to do with Jamie perhaps? She was talking about getting me in trouble. She seems angry about the academic situation her lack of studying has placed her in."

John looked at her. She had dark brown eyes that were unwavering. She had large, soft-looking lips. Long black hair that fell around her shoulders. She was wearing some loose, baggy, very comfortable-looking but rather masculine sweatpants, low around her waist, in conjunction with a tight, white wife beater, that was high on the midriff, showing her perfect abs. No bra. Her D cup breasts were perky as it was, and the large aureoles were just visible, in the right light. Her nipples pressed out on the fabric slightly.

"No bullshit, Danielle, I know you fucked with her." John said. He felt like he was looking in a reflection, in a weird way. Strange how a young, attractive, black woman's face could mirror his own. It had something to do with the look in the eye.

Danielle knew that he knew. There was something about him. She felt she connected with the man in front of her in some way. He had on his shirt and tie (like always). His eyes had an understanding in them, but there was a difference too, some sort of revulsion. She stood up. He wasn't going to report her. He was her. "Yeah, okay. I had fun with Jamie. So what? What are you going to do about it? I don't think you're taping me. What do you have on me? I'm pretty sure you don't have anything."

"Yeah I do," John said, standing up. "Probably close to a hundred pounds."

Danielle understood immediately. There was a lust growing in his eyes. But it was not friendly at all. A power struggle was about to take place. She wasn't going to scream, but she heard herself say she would, and instantly regretted it. She would do no such thing. She saw John come towards her, and she started thinking. Her eyes said all John needed to know. This woman didn't want cops coming to the rescue.

Danielle couldn't fight him. She needed a weapon. She looked towards the kitchen. Maybe a knife. John saw the look toward the kitchen and realized her intention. She moved that way, but he was quicker.

Chapter 2

Danielle liked girls. Especially smaller, more feminine, or younger ones. She liked to dominate them. Not men. She didn't like penises. Even with small wimps, she felt that penetration by a dick was too empowering for the other. She liked control. She wasn't into the strap-ons. She liked to stick dildos in with her hand, watch the pain/pleasure of the other woman. She luxuriated in making them eat her out. She had never been with a man. Woman on woman rape was rarely reported or acted on, and she entertained herself, often with students and other unsuspecting females.

The situation with John was new, and she didn't know what to make of it. She needed desperately to assert herself.

* * * * *

John caught her by the arms, picked her up, and tossed her onto the couch. She was athletic and in shape, but she really didn't have a chance. She began kicking at his balls, trying to knee his groin, unsuccessfully. He moved his legs between hers, and grabbed her wrists and held them down. She struggled.......and struggled. She kicked and tried to move her arms. Her abdominal muscles flexed and strained with her efforts, but John was way too strong.

It was amazing to her. She tried to move, and she had some strength, but John just put one hand down on her upper stomach, right below her breasts, and pushed her into the couch. With the other hand he undid his tie, and started undoing buttons on his shirt. Her hands went to the arm holding her down, and tried to move it, she pulled with all her might, and his hand slid a little to the left.

"So," John said, as he worked his shirt off with one hand. The tie long gone. He was very muscular. "what the hell's wrong with you? You like raping girls or something?"

"I'm not a creeper. I don't mess them up. I know they enjoy it." Danielle replied, one of her hands going to the wrist of his other free hand as it started groping one of her breasts. "What are....you doing here? You're not just.....telling me to....stop...." He was squeezing very firmly. The hands of men were much different than feminine ones. It felt.........she needed to get out of here. She couldn't stand guys.

He lifted his hand off her chest and yanked off her shirt. She was topless, but his hands were off of her. She pushed hard, turned over and tried to crawl away from him. I can get to edge of the couch, jump out, get to the kitchen, I win. I......damn he's got my..... John grabbed her by the waist, her escape cut short. But now she was turned over, ass up, and was in a worse position than before....for her. John took her arms, held both wrists with one hand, grabbed his tie from the ground, and quickly tied her hands together. Her face he put into the couch. She knew she was done.

His hands roamed over her back. She kicked her legs a little, but he just ignored them, instead focusing on her ass. Through the sweats, he squeezed and groped her perfectly rounded ass. Pushing into its crack, through the pants, and, finding her asshole, poking down into it. It had taken so much work for her to subdue Jamie, and she was a powerful woman. It was just a couple minutes and she was John's. His hands were moving over her ass roughly. He grabbed both cheeks, and with his thumbs, jabbed down into anus, through the cloth.

"Mmmmm urrrrrrrr" Danielle growled, as she tried to wriggle her ass away from the intrusive fingers. John yanked her sweats part way down her thighs, her brown backside ready for whatever he wanted to do. He immediately began pushing a thumb down into her asshole.

"OH! Urrr....ah......" Danielle stifled a squeal. Owch! God that stings.....is that his thumb? ah........yeah, its his thumb. A man has his......ah..thumb up my ass.......this has to stop, I can't .. "AH!"....No! Did I just make that noise out loud?......damnit, he probably, uh.....man he's moving it around in there......fuck....

"You mess with Jamie's ass?" he asked quietly. He pulled his thumb out of her, ran his hand over her perfect backside, then raised his hand above her. Without warning, he brought it down swiftly, swatting a cheek with his bare hand. *SMACK! Her eyes opened wide. Did he just? No, he can't be doing what I think he's.....*SMACK! OW! He's spanking me...no....I won't.... *SMACK! I can't... *SMACK! God that is starting to sting, he's.... *SMACK! SMACK!

She kicked with her legs, helplessly, but he stayed between them, and started to rain down blows on her stinging ass, which shook and jiggled, pleasantly, with each slap. The smacking sound filled the small apartment, soon to be accompanied by yelps, groans, and growls from the victim. Danielle tried to not let her discomfort show, but she'd never been controlled like this before, and her frustration was slowly becoming more evident. The sharp pain from the spanking had slowly turned into a slow burn, with some numbing.

Still, it kept on. John was determined to give her a lesson. He pulled a leg up, sat down on the couch, and pulled her back, over his knee, her ass ready for more punishment. He turned to his right, slightly, curled an arm around her waist, holding her firmly in place, (the classic spanking position) and then proceeded to give her a good paddling. *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

Danielle cried out softly, then tried to turn to look back. He was holding her too tight for a good view though, and she turned back to the couch arm, buried her head in it, and gripped tightly with her fists. She had stopped thinking at all, and slowly, any resistance she had to him broke down. A few more slaps to her sore ass, and her light kicking ceased. John looked at her butt for a moment, contemplating, and then gave it a few more smacks for good measure. The teacher just lay on his lap and received her chastisement.

Having broken a sweat, John stopped spanking the humiliated teacher. He decided to fully enjoy his prize. He turned her over, and lowered his head to her tits. The bastard....god, he's....yeah....fuck. Men are so rough....no finesse...no.... (He was roughly sucking on her nipple. He chewed on it slightly, and ran his tongue around it.)....well, that wasn't bad, but.....oh fuck, less teeth.....less teeth....god! I'm not going to ask him to stop. Not going to....owch!...beg.....With her hands tied, his were free to roam wherever they wanted without any interference. As he sucked a nipple into his mouth, his hands touched her stomach, her ribs, her shoulders. He wasn't so much caressing as grabbing. He would grab a handful of Danielle here and a handful there. With his lips tight around a nipple, he pulled away from her, her boob being held taught in the air, then he let go and watched it bounce back to its normal position.

It was a lot for Danielle to handle. His hands were everywhere. The rough grabbing, smacking, and sucking was turning her on. What the fuck.....I'm a lesbian, I don't....."UH".... His hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed tight. They were large, and he had fun trying to get whole handfuls. He leaned down, and she braced herself for a forced kiss, but instead, he whispered to her, "You're not the tough one now," his fingers pinching a nipple in one hand and shaking her breast slightly with it. She moaned in pain/pleasure. "I don't want to hear about you messing with her again, perv." He pulled the breast out, as he had done with his mouth, but didn't let go.

In a somewhat strained voice, Danielle said, "Perv?! Like you're any different. I know..urrrr...you're AIE!! (he pinched tighter)...you're enjoying this..."

He lowered his hand, still clenching her abused nipple, but now twisting it slightly between his thumb and index finger. He thought to himself, I am enjoying this. She knows it. Well my own hypocrisy can be dealt with later. He let go of her nipple, only to envelope her whole breast with his hand, squeezing again. The main thing is that she not go after Jamie anymore.

"I don't mess with teenagers that are in my high school class," he said. He lowered his hand down between her legs and inserted two fingers into her pussy, which was a little damp.

"OH! Argh...." she exclaimed, as the rough entry was repeated with a third finger. "Sure you don't.....uhhhh (he pulled his fingers out to the tips)....you don't have a classsssssss (he jammed them back in)." She stopped and panted a little—his fingers were feeling around in her pussy, enjoying the warm wet surroundings. "If you had a......a high school clas....s.........you'd do the same fuckin......same thing...." she continued. His fingers were rotating together in a circle. He took out one finger, stuck the other two back in and swirled them around. "Ooooohhh.....you know you would...........what do you....uh....do?...I know you use whatev.....er.....oohh (he reached with his thumb and started messing with her clit while his fingers were still inside her)......." This is too much Danielle thought to herself, This just feels too good. When did it start feeling good. There's no way he hasn't forced a woman before....those hands are used to controlling....... She was not used to being controlled. She certainly didn't want to admit it felt kind of good.

"I don't agree," John said. "She's young and...." he reached down and undid his pants, pulling out his cock, which was hard. He rubbed it against her pussy, and slapped her tenderest spot with his hard cock. His words to her trailed off. This was fun. He smacked her pussy over and over with his hard cock. It was definitely getting wetter. *Smack, smack, smack, smlack, smlack.... the sound even changed as her pussy began to really moisten up. Danielle started moaning a little, and closed her eyes.

"Anyways. I don't want you messing with her anymore. She's mine." John said.

Danielle opened her eyes and looked at him. Her nipple hurt like a bitch. Her pussy was sore. Her sides even ached a little from the grabbing. Her butt was numb from the spanking. "Fine. You win. I'll leave her alone. Just...... "*smlack, smlack, smlack (his cock kept striking her pussy) "....Just let me, just .... let me go....." She was defeated. Almost.

Nah, that's not good enough. Too much one-on-one dealing there John thought. He buried his cock into her pussy. It was a pretty tight pussy, and he had a pretty big cock, so it wasn't the easiest entry, but he forced it in.

"AAGGHHhhhhh" she let out, not able to control herself. He was just pushing it in. Her pussy was wet, but it was still a tight fit. She didn't let women use dildos on her that much. Mainly fingers and tongues. Once in awhile. His cock was half way in, and he didn't stop, he kept pushing. "AARGH! Don't, don't....stop it.....I won't.....AARGH (he was 2/3rds of the way in)...I won't mess with her, I said I....OOHHHHH (He was into his balls)....I wouldn't.....ohhhhh (he slid it out again)hhhhh........I won't mess with AARGH (back in it went, a slight bit easier)....whatever your name ..... Urrrrrrr....Just let me....AH Ahhhhhh (he was back in to his balls).......I....I.......oooohhhhhhh (back out)......god, oh my go...DDDDDD (back in).......you are.....uhhhhh ahhhhh (back out)......"

John grabbed her hips tight and slammed her good and hard. Her tits were flopping around, her face had a grimace. His hips were colliding with her again and again and again. She moaned, cried out, attempted to reason, incoherently, and finally fell silent and just let the feelings of arousal build in her.

She's starting to enjoy herself a little too much. She needs some more humility I think. "Alright," John said, pulling his cock out of her. They both caught their breath. He picked up her little wife beater and wiped his cock clean with it. "this is the deal."

I'm throwing that top out, that's for sure Danielle thought to herself.

"I'll let you suck my cock" he told her, graciously.

Chapter 3

"Let me? Um...I don't ....(panting)... actually want to" that cock did a number on her pussy, but she still thought it was gross, and didn't want it in her mouth for sure.

"Well, in a few minutes I'm going to jam this up your ass. I suggest you lube it up, cause I'm not lubing your asshole." John said matter-of-factly.

Danielle, for the first time, had a worried look. "No, not my ass.....please. I won't....."

John just looked at her, reached under her to her ass and felt around the anus.

"AH! Really, what's your name? This is too much. Not my ass. Really (his fingers moved around her anus and dipped in a little)...Ooh...really.......I won't.....touch.....her......anymore..." His finger pushing in, penetrating her ass a second time, was much more disconcerting when she considered how big his cock had been.

"Um, time's a tickin. Looks like I'm fucking your ass dry" John said.

With a desperate look, Danielle did a sit up, kicked her legs back, and leaned over to take his cock in her mouth. She wasn't used to giving blowjobs at all. She took a few inches, and ran her tongue around it, sucked on it for a few seconds, then came off it, and started licking up and down his shaft, trying to get it as wet as possible.

John looked down. He was stoked. This lesbian bitch was going wild on his cock. Licking, sucking, spitting....anything she could. He looked down at her large ass, sticking up, delightfully, in the air. He stood, and Danielle tried to follow him with her mouth, reaching for his cock. She wasn't done yet, she wanted it lubed up a lot. He let it back in her mouth. Gratefully she sucked some more. "You're doing a good job. I don't think we'll have a problem getting it in." He was grinning. Danielle was sucking now like crazy.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe (slight choke)...agh, its so big. I got to get this thing wet...he could hurt me...oh no...don't pull away, a little more. Yeah.....god this is going to hurt...got to get it more lubed up.....what a psychopath.....wait...now he's....

John reached down, grabbed her head with both hands, and began thrusting in and out of her mouth, down into her throat and back out again. Danielle tried to relax her throat as best she could, and John's journey was fairly easy. She had never felt something sliding down her throat like that. His hands on the back of her head, and his cock pushing its way down her throat was powerful. All she could taste, feel, smell and hear was the man forcing himself on her.

He eventually decided she had had enough time. As Danielle choked and sputtered, John slowly withdrew his cock from her throat. He got her to the couch, and placed her head down into the cushion with her ass up.

He unceremoniously started to jam his cock into it.

"AAIIIEEE!!" Danielle cried out, loudly.

* * * * *

Next door, her neighbor, a young construction worker, heard the exclamation. Damn dyke is always doing perved up crap to chicks in there. Hot or not I don't want to listen to that. He put on his noise-cancelling headphones, and continued to play xbox.

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