Humility

Humility

The day started quietly, but thanks to being in the wrong place at the wrong time it was a day which was going to change his life. He'd been unable to sleep, and getting up around 8.30am, which was relatively early for him, went for a walk. Within a few minutes of leaving his place he found himself at the local street market, where the stall holders were busy setting up for the day ahead.

He walked, or rather sauntered, for he was in no hurry, with nothing to do and all day to do it. He spoke to a few of the stall holders, people he knew, passing the time of day, having a little laugh or joke with each one until he came to a stall run by an old school friend.

'How are you Johnny?' he asked, as his friend unpacked a box of CD's and DVD's.

'Just fine mate,' his friend replied with a smile. 'How about you, we don't usually see you down here at this time?'

'Just couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd better come down and see how the other half lives.'

'Couldn't sleep? Is your conscience bothering you mate?' Johnny teased.

'Nah! You know I don't have a conscience - I'm completely heartless. You should know that' he returned.

'There's a lot of heartless bastards around here mate, but you ain't one of them, that's for sure. I know you too well, so don't bother putting on your tough guy face for me.' They exchanged a few more pleasantries as he helped Johnny unpack some more boxes, and then strolled over to the coffee shop, getting a coffee for Johnny and one for himself. They had just started to drink the coffee when he noticed a beautiful woman walking along the pavement towards them.

Within seconds he had taken in all he needed to know about her looks. She was tall, maybe 5'7" or even taller. Her high heels enhanced her natural height and made her long, shapely legs look stunning. She had dark hair, long, with a slight natural looking wave, past shoulder length, and a slim but curvy figure. Even given all her other attractions it was the face that stopped him in mid-sentence and prevented him from speaking to Johnny. The words, 'face of an angel,' came unbidden to his mind. He knew he was staring, but couldn't help himself.

'Who the fuck is this mate?' he said to Johnny as she drew closer.

'Oh, Gayle, she owns the hair salon. Stunner, ain't she mate? I give her the eye every day, but she's well out of my league. She always looks at me as if I'm something nasty she stood on,' he explained ruefully.

'You are something nasty, you lecherous little shit. The woman has good taste,' he said to Johnny. They both laughed, just as she was passing them. She turned with fury in her eyes, and he had enough time to see that even angry she looked breath-taking. She launched herself at Johnny, pulling his hair, and spilling his coffee. Off balance, he fell, and she kicked him, lashing out, as he tried to get back up. He pulled her away from Johnny, lifting her off the ground, putting her down on the pavement, kicking and scratching a few yards away.

'Calm down love, we weren't laughing at you,' he tried to explain. She wriggled free and turning slapped his face and spat on him, before turning and walking away. 'Bitch,' he called after her, and she turned and gave him the fingers. He watched as she opened the hair-salon door, slamming it behind her.

'What the fuck was that all about?' Johnny asked, bemused by the unexpected turn of events.

'God knows mate, but she needs somebody to teach her some manners,' he replied as he dabbed at the spittle on his shirt with a tissue. The more he thought about it the more enraged he became. 'I think I'll go have a word with the bitch. Don't wait up Johnny, I may be some time,' he said, walking away. Johnny watched him walk away, and shook his head before getting back to tending his business.

He opened the door softly and slipped through it, locking it behind him with the Yale lock. He pulled down the blind on the door, and chose a seat. The main shop was empty; she must be through the back getting herself and the shop ready for opening, he guessed, waiting calmly now for her to appear. He didn't have long to wait; the door leading to the back shop opened and she walked in carrying a stack of fluffy white towels. She stopped dead when she saw him; her eyes opening wide, a trace of fear flickered across her face.

'We're not open. Get the fuck out of here,' she spat out. He just looked at her, saying nothing as she placed the towels on the counter. 'Are you deaf? Get out - now,' she almost screamed at him.

'Oh shut up, and stop being such a silly cunt,' he said menacingly, his voice barely above a whisper. Her mouth opened, as if to speak, and he launched himself from the chair, moving quickly, right in her face, 'Shut up - sit down.' Something in his voice and manner demanded compliance and she sat down, looking at him, anger all too apparent in her eyes. He sat back down again, calm as before. 'You shouldn't have done that, you were way out of line,' he pointed back over his shoulder in the direction of the market place.

'Fuck off, I'm not having lame-brains like you and your little mate, taking the piss with me,' she protested.

'Well, you're a beautiful woman, something special right enough, but it may interest you to know that the fucking world doesn't revolve around you. We were admiring you, note those words, admiring you, but what we were laughing about was nothing to do with you, so your attack was way out of line. An apology would be good for a start,' he added.

'You'll be rotting in hell before I apologise to you. Now leave, get out of my shop,' she demanded as she regained her confidence. He ignored her.

'And spitting on me,' he carried on. 'that was a bad mistake. I could hardly believe a lovely girl like you doing something like that. It's a filthy habit. Do you know the human mouth is swarming with all kinds of bacteria - not nice, not nice at all? You should be ashamed of yourself.'

'No need for you to worry, I'm very careful about my oral hygiene. I brush and floss every morning, so I doubt if you're likely to catch a disease from my, "filthy," mouth,' she mocked him.

'I'm glad to hear it, since I'd hate to put my cock into a dirty mouth,' he stated. Her eyes opened wide again, followed by a withering look of contempt.

'Dream on you tosser,' she laughed, 'your cock in my mouth. It's never going to happen.' He said nothing, just looked at her. The smile on her face faded and died as she looked into his eyes. She looked away. He unzipped himself and taking out his cock, left it there for her to see. At first she wouldn't look at him, but he knew eventually curiosity would get the better of her, and sure enough, she stole a little glance.

She only meant it to be a glance, but a glance was all it took. Once again her eyes opened wider, and an expression of fear, mixed with something else crossed her face, and her mouth opened in surprise. Now, it has to be said, that when it came to his cock he could only be described as blessed. Fully erect it was all of eight or nine inches in length, and he was as thick in girth as her wrist.

She looked away hurriedly, but he waited, knowing she would look again. He grew a little harder, and bigger at the thought, and sure enough, a few seconds later her eyes crept back to have another look. He deliberately twitched it, making it move a little, and she stared at him, spellbound.

'Please, put it away,' she pleaded. 'My boyfriend is insanely jealous, and he's got a gun. If he comes in now he'll fucking shoot you and probably me too.' There were tears in her eyes as she said it. He reached behind his back, under his jacket. The gun he pulled out looked as big as a cannon to her.

'Is it as big as mine?' he asked with a smile on his face. He could see the fear in her eyes as he put the gun back in his waistband, concealed behind his back.

'Oh please, this is fucking crazy, I'm so fucking scared. Don't do this to me. Please leave, I won't say anything. I'm sorry, really sorry,' she pleaded again.

'And all because you were a bitch,' he said. She looked at him, and nodded in agreement.

'Please, put it away,' she pleaded again, her eyes darting nervously towards the door, then back to his cock.

'I've got a better idea, why don't you put it away,' he suggested. She shook her head, but he just sat there, letting her look at his cock and think about her options for a minute or so. After a while she stood up and walked over to him. Bending over, she reached down one beautiful, elegant hand, and touched it with her fingertips. She flinched and pulled her hand away, making a strange little noise deep in her throat as it twitched again. Not quite fully erect, the surge of excitement brought by her touch, brought him almost to his full size, and he now stood hard and proud, demanding her attention.

'Oh my,' was all she could say as she reached down once again, this time taking him firmly but gently in her hand. She could feel his power and strength, the beat of the pulse under her fingers. She was tempted to stroke up and down his length just to feel what it would be like. The thought came unexpectedly, not to mention wickedly, that she'd probably never get the chance to see or feel another cock like this in her life, so why not make the most of this opportunity.

Under the guise of trying to put it back in his trousers, she indulged her curiosity, feeling his hardness and size. Despite herself, she could feel herself growing wet at the thought of what it might feel like, filling her, splitting her cunt lips apart. Her hand made his cock grow harder and bigger, and well-nigh impossible to get back inside his tight jeans. 'I can't get it back in your trousers, it's too big and your jeans are too tight,' she protested, frustrated by her lack of success.

'If you make me come, he'll shrink, and then you'll get him back in my trousers no problem,' he suggested with a smile. She looked at him, thinking for a moment, still seemingly reluctant, despite her growing arousal.

'Oh fuck it,' she eventually said bowing to the inevitable, starting to stroke up and down his cock. Her back was sore from bending over him for so long and she got down on her knees to get more comfortable. Now she could see the big cock in all its glory, her fingers and thumb barely meeting round the girth as she continued to stroke expertly. She'd virtually forgotten the circumstances that had brought her so reluctantly to her knees in front of this cock.

Her whole attention, her whole mind, was filled with the thought, touch, and sensation of his cock in her hand. Her nipples throbbed, demanding attention and she could feel the wetness drooling out of her pussy. He reached forward, grabbing the luxuriant hair at the back of her head and pulled her closer. Knowing what was expected, she opened her mouth, letting her little pink tongue, hot and moist, lick along the shaft of his cock. He groaned a little, the sensations were so intense. She tried valiantly to get him in her mouth, and at last succeeded, her lips fully distended as she enthusiastically took his huge knob into the depths of her beautiful, warm mouth.

She had changed when she got into work just a short while ago; changed into the white overalls she wore in the salon. The work was hot, especially in the summertime, and so she habitually wore very little beneath the white overall - just bra and panties.

'Let me see you,' was all he said, and she quickly unbuttoned the overall, thoughts of resistance gone, then reached behind her back, letting the bra fall to the floor, and standing slipped her panties off. 'Show me,' he demanded, and she reached up squeezing and pinching her nipples, groaning with lust, her breathing out of control. 'Now your cunt,' he said. She opened her legs wider and pushed her pelvis forward, bringing her cunt into prominence. She was trimmed, but not shaven, her generous cunt lips protruding from the dark thatch of her pubes, her excitement and wetness was immediately obvious to him.

'Rub it, let me see how you finger fuck yourself,' he asked her, and she let two fingers slip into the welcoming depths of her own cunt. Her legs were trembling with excitement as she felt her lips open up, disgorging even more glorious pussy juice into her hand and fingers. She was panting and moaning with excitement. 'Now let me see how much juice you have on your fingers,' he said taking her hand by the wrist and pulling it out of her cunt with an audible, 'slurp.' He transferred her wet fingers to her mouth making her lick her own juice, then into his mouth tasting her cunt juices for himself. This made her even hornier.

'So, you like me now do you? he asked. She looked humiliated, but nodded her head without speaking. 'Go on then, you know you're desperate to try it,' he said, humiliating her even more, but strangely, it just made her feel insanely horny. She straddled him as he sat on the hair-dressers chair, reaching down between his legs, and grasped the cock in her hand.

She rubbed his knob back and forth along the crevice of her pussy, covering it in her juices, opening up her lips, for she knew she would need every iota of help in taking it into herself. Each stroke along her lips increased her desperation more, until at last she could wait no more. She hesitated, placing it against her cunt lips, bearing down a little, letting it push her lips apart, stretching her, almost painful, but feeling so good. Suddenly she had him; it was past the outer lips of her pussy hole, and sliding into her depths. She let out a long shuddering moan, as it filled her relentlessly. She was surprised at how easily she had managed it, and even felt a little ashamed of herself.

'What a whore,' she thought. 'A cock that big slipping into me with hardly a twinge,' but as he thrust up into her even harder, all thought of her humiliation vanished and all she could think of was her pussy and this... thing, filling and stretching her to the obliteration of every other thought. She slid up and down, frantically fucking him as he felt her generous breasts and nipples. Her tits were a marvel he thought, but her slippery cunt sliding and sucking at him, soon drove any other thoughts out of his head.

She came in a rush, and then with him still hard, she continued to fuck him until she came again, moaning, whimpering and crying with pleasure. Still feeling him hard, she gingerly started to move, up and down again, her cunt throbbing and aching. 'Please help me, I'm sore and exhausted, help me, I can't go on,' she pleaded.

'Put your arms round my neck,' he told her, and as she did so, he lifted her, still impaled on his cock and carried her over to the work top beside the sinks, sitting her on the edge spreading her legs wider still. He pushed her back against the wall, and she felt the cool glass of the mirror against her back. In another hour or so customers would be sitting here looking into this mirror as she cut their hair, little knowing what a depraved slut she'd been just a short time before.

She looked down between her legs, seeing the shaft of his cock protruding from between her lips. He began to move then, and she watched fascinated as his shaft, like some great machine, began to piston, slowly at first, in and out of her cunt. She could see her wetness, slick and viscous coating his cock as he thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew, until at last she could look no more and closing her eyes, succumbed to the sensations rippling and tearing through her core.

Now he was hammering into her, he was fucking her in the true sense of the word, and she loved it. Each thrust, stretch and withdrawal, bringing new sensation; pleasure, pain, and ecstasy, filled her every thought, until a great explosion of sensation filled her body and mind. She felt the hot gush of his orgasm filling her, heard him moan with his pleasure, and came again, feeling herself inexplicably gushing too. Had she peed herself with pleasure?

She felt humiliated again, but realised she didn't care this time; she was too far gone, too tired, no... completely fucked, completely exhausted. He began to pull out, and she felt deserted, empty. She wanted this cock in her forever, filling her, robbing her of her thoughts and her will.

Eyes closed, she sat there, back against the mirror, legs spread. He kissed her then; tenderly, passionately, like a lover should, and held her in his arms.

'Will I see you again?' she whispered. He looked at her, a strange look in his eyes.

'You're mine now,' he said, 'I'm never going to let you go.' There it was, and she knew it was right. Everything that came before had no substance, no reality. She was his, and she could think of nothing she wanted more.

'What about your boyfriend?' he asked. She looked at him then, a wicked smile on her face.

'There is no boyfriend, there never was, and no gun either. I was lying,' she said, even managing to look a little ashamed as she said it. He kissed her again, and she returned his kiss eagerly.

'So all that fear, anxiety that he might come in, that was all an act?' he asked.

'Not completely, I was a bit concerned at first in case some of my staff might arrive early, but then I noticed you'd pulled the blind and locked the door, so I could relax and let what might happen... happen.'

'You were playing me all along,' he smiled. 'You really are a bitch.' She laughed.

'And don't you forget it,' she smiled, and turned away. He grabbed her, dragging her back to the seat, and forced her across his knee. He smacked her bottom twice, three times, hard, the pale skin reddening immediately. She screamed and laughed out loud. 'Let me go you bastard.' He said nothing, stroking the smooth bare skin of her bottom tenderly. Her legs parted and this time he stroked down between her legs, between her cunt lips. She moaned again, relishing his touch.

'God... I love every bit of you. You're absolutely perfect,' he whispered.

'Please stop,' she pleaded, 'we can't start again now. I have a business to run. I finish at 5pm, will you come to pick me up?' she knew before she asked that he would. As they both stood up she put her arms round his waist, looking up at him. 'One more thing, I don't know what the situation is, but you'll have to lose the gun. I can't be with a guy who's a criminal or whatever your story is. I need you to be legit.' (legitimate-honest)

'Sorry, as much as I love you, I can't do that. My boss wouldn't be very happy,' he explained, showing her his badge and warrant card. She started laughing, and hugged him.

'Oh thank god, I could never marry a crook,' she said, tears of happiness in her eyes.

'Marry me? You're jumping the gun a little aren't you?' he teased.

'Mmm... let me see. Who was it who just said, "You're mine now, I'm never going to let you go," and, "As much as I love you," a few moments ago?' she reminded him.

'OK - you've got me, guilty as charged,' he admitted laughing, and kissing her again, unlocking the door, he reluctantly took his leave. When she locked the salon door at 5pm he was waiting for her. She apologised to Johnny, a little shamefaced, and they walked off, arm in arm.

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