Loud music beat on her ears, but Sandra still could not understand - she was trembling from excitement or from vibrations transmitted from powerful speakers through the floor to her body. Still, it was not without reason that she did not like this idea from the very beginning, and she did not agree for several months - her friend, Mary, had to persuade the girl a lot. It would seem that this is just to go to a club with a friend whom they have known for many years. Indeed, the task would not have been difficult if the girls were 21 - it was from this age that one could visit such places in Missouri. Unfortunately, neither 18-year-old Sandra nor 19-year-old Mary fit the mentioned conditions.
But Mary, to Sandra's surprise, was not stopped by this obstacle - she continually remembered her friends who were ready to get her (and part-time Sandra) fake documents. For Sandra, this was unacceptable - she was from a prosperous family, her father was a prominent businessman, and she was brought up not only in strictness, but rather somewhat puritanical - therefore, at 18, she didn’t even break the law, but didn’t even kiss. She still did not understand how she allowed herself to be persuaded - at first the thought that their forgery might be discovered terrified her. But her friend's constant persuasion, coupled with a desire to try something new, made her agree to Mary's adventure, and after a few weeks they were already holding new shiny plastic cards with their photographs and a changed date of birth.
“We shouldn't have started this,” Sandra looked uncertainly at the club they found themselves inside after they passed security. The guard just glanced lazily at the girl's document, not expressing any doubts about its authenticity. “I don’t feel at ease here,” she adjusted again and again the dress that she had previously bought with the saved pocket money. “Well, at least the size came up” - Sandra critically looked at herself in the mirror on the wall - quite tall, with long blond hair, in a black club dress with a deep (isn't it too?) neckline - Sandra felt insecure in such revealing clothes, and she wore it for the first time in her life, which is why every glance of a man passing by burned her snow-white skin. And there really was something to look at - despite the strict control of her parents, the girl went in for athletics, and as a result she had a slender, toned body without a gram of excess fat. The only, in her opinion, her own shortcoming, was a small chest - barely one. She would never admit to Mary that she was jealous of her - after all, her friend had an impressive bust of the third size.
“Come on, relax,” Mary smiled cheerfully at her. “We’re already inside, what bad can happen?”
Sandra smiled uncertainly in response - after all, she loved her friend's positive attitude and her love of adventure. She knew that Mary had problems at home - her father was drinking, and her mother had long been dead, so the girl often spent the night at Sandra's, avoiding her father's heavy hand. She felt that Mary was pulling her somewhere, and limply gave in - a minute later they were at the bar, taking the last free chairs.
— What will you drink? Mary looked questioningly at Sandra.
“Umm… I don’t even know… Maybe a soda?” - the girl hesitated - she had never drunk alcohol before, and was unsure that she wanted to start now.
- Relax you! Mary laughed merrily and turned to the bartender. “Two Long Islands, please.” Even when making an order, the girl did not miss the chance to smile coquettishly at the guy.
“How does she do it, everything is so natural” - Sandra watched with admiration her friend, who switched from a bartender to a guy sitting further behind the counter. Every now and then, shooting with her eyes, she strove to turn sideways to him, making it possible to appreciate her magnificent bust. “I probably will never succeed in this way” - Sandra sadly waited for her drink, realizing that she did not know how to flirt like Mary, and her whole sex life was limited to rare viewing of porn and no less rare masturbation. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by someone's hand, suddenly on her knee. A heavy smell of alcohol hit my nose.
"Baby," she turned around to see the man pawing her - middle-aged, a bit bald, nothing special - other than the fact that he was drunk as hell and barely moving his tongue. “Two hundred and you'll suck me in the car.” With a trembling hand, he took two crumpled banknotes from his pocket and waved them in front of Sandra's face. “Three if you swallow.” He chuckled merrily, and his hand began to slowly crawl along the girl's thigh. Hot, rough fingers made their way to the panties, and he himself whispered almost into Sandra's ear. - Relax, little one. If you are an obedient girl, you will leave me with money... Daddy loves obedient girls...
Sandra seemed to be speechless - she was not ready for such a situation. Some man offered to give him a blowjob for money, like a prostitute. She was so numb that she could not even remove his hand or answer, and the whole world was limited to the fingers under the dress and the stranger's disgusting breath. She felt that the man tugged her panties slightly - a little more and ...
"Hey you idiot, get your hands off her!" Mary's voice snapped her out of her daze. "Then I'll shove them up your ass."
Being not a timid ten, Mary jumped up from her seat and, with one hand, snatching the man's hand from under Sandra's dress, with the second she slapped him with a resounding slap in the face, more like a boxing blow.
“Oh, you little bitch.” The man, enraged, slowly got up from his chair. - I am such sluts like you, in packs ...
Unfortunately, the girls were never able to find out what exactly the men with packs of sluts were doing, because the massive hand of the guard lay on his shoulder.
“Calm down, lad,” the guard spoke in a deep bass voice, but he looked simply intimidating – he was almost two meters tall, and enviable muscles were hidden under a strict suit. “You better freshen up, something from you is a lot of trouble.” - With these words, the guard, lightly pressing on the brawler's shoulder, pushed him to the exit.
“Yes, I didn’t really want to,” she finally threw. “She doesn’t have boobs anyway,” he continued to curse, which the girls, fortunately, no longer heard.
“What an asshole,” Mary whispered angrily. — How are you, okay? She looked at her friend, who was still a little scared.
“Y...yes, it's fine.” Sandra couldn't believe that a stranger had just groped her while treating her like a whore. “It was a little scary, but everything is fine,” she squeezed out a smile, and tried to change the subject. — Have you brought the cocktails yet?
Mary handed Sandra a drink. Glancing uncertainly at her glass, she took a deep breath and took a sip. Not so bad, she thought, savoring the new taste. After taking a few more sips, she looked at Mary - she was already flirting with might and main with a guy, not paying attention to her friend. Thinking that she should not distract the girl from the conversation, she turned towards the dance floor and tables, and began to watch the other visitors of the club, continuing to sip her cocktail. Here is a couple dancing, tightly stuck together with their bodies, his hand on her ass, and his eyes are staring at her chest. Here is another couple sitting at the table - she strokes his crotch with her foot, and he smiles contentedly. Taking another sip, Sandra realized she was out of her cocktail. Hesitantly looking at the bartender, she was about to place an order, when suddenly a familiar bass voice came from behind.
“Miss, could you come with me?” She shuddered and turned as she saw the massive figure of a guard in front of her. “This is about an incident that took place earlier.
His face was completely impenetrable, as if this man had no feelings at all. Not understanding what they want from her, Sandra looked at Mary, but she was completely absorbed in her new boyfriend. Out of the corner of her eye, Sandra managed to notice the guy's hand on the girl's knee.
“Yes, yes, of course,” the girl was not in the habit of arguing with representatives of the law, especially since the matter seemed to be serious. Once again looking at her cheerful friend, she got up and went after the man. Having passed the dance floor, they turned into an unremarkable corridor, at the end of which there was a closed door with the inscription "Security". Opening it, the man let Sandra go ahead. For a moment she thought he was smirking as she walked inside, but when she looked back at the guard's face, it was as impenetrable as before. The interior was quite simple - a table, a few chairs, a small sofa. One of the walls was hung with monitors, which displayed video from surveillance cameras.
- Sit down - the man pointed her to a chair near the table, sitting opposite himself. "Before we start, can I see your ID?"
For a second it seemed to her that time had stopped. His last words echoed through his head, and his thoughts were confused in panic. Sandra didn't know why he needed her papers, but the mere thought that she'd been exposed made her panicky.
“Yes, of course,” she reached into her purse with trembling hands, trying to hide her excitement. “There was somewhere around here,” she tried to smile, but it turned out to be only a semblance of a neurotic grin. Finally, she fished out a piece of plastic and handed it to the guard. Turning the ID card lazily in his hand, Michael grinned inwardly. “Wow, as if they were ordering from the same person” - he constantly came across fake documents, and usually the case ended in tears and the police. But several times a year he allowed himself to relax - usually from violators a mile away carried uncertainty and fear - and this girl was no exception. Noticing her from the very beginning, he specifically sent a local regular, his friend, to check her reaction - in her case it was inaction and detachment, which only spurred him to further action.
- Clearly, another young woman in the club. The police will be in half an hour, but for now you sit here, rest, - he lazily threw the document into a drawer and lounged on a chair - What ... I don’t ... I don’t understand ... What kind of police ... - Sandra didn’t know What to answer - her thoughts were confused, she began to tremble, and a lump came up to her throat.
Are you taking me for an idiot? Michael replied calmly. “I already have a collection of such documents. You will sit until the morning in the precinct, and then look and your parents will arrive in time. Don’t worry, it’s just a suspended sentence, you won’t even go to prison,” he glared at the girl, assessing her condition.
“Don’t… I don’t want to… just not the police.” She realized with horror that not only had she been discovered, but that they were also going to send her to the police station. The earth seemed to have gone from under my feet, my head was buzzing - I just wanted to fall into the ground and not exist.
“But you can do it differently,” the man’s voice suddenly became soft. He slowly got up and walked over to Sandra, putting his hands on her shoulders. “If you are an obedient girl, then you can do without the police,” he still stood behind, stroking the girl’s shoulders. - Well, do you agree?
For the second time that night, Sandra was numb. She understood what the man wanted from her, but the thought of it caused disgust and horror. On the other hand, she could not even imagine what her parents would do to her if they found out that she was in the police for forging documents. After weighing all the pros and cons, she, still looking straight ahead and without moving, squeezed out: “I agree.”
- That's great, - with these words, the man slowly removed his hands and moved to the sofa, commanding: - Come to me!
Feeling that she was about to vomit, the girl on cottony legs approached her tormentor, trying not to get too close.
“Yes, of course, the boobs are small, but the ass seems to be fine,” Michael said thoughtfully, looking at Sandra without a shadow of embarrassment and enjoying his position. - Why have you become like a statue, turn your ass to me! - the man clearly got a taste - Sandra managed to notice a bump on his pants.
From the comments of the guard, her face turned crimson, but there was nothing to do - she complied with the command, turning her back to the man. Almost immediately, the girl felt strong hands on her buttocks - the guard began to knead her ass like a piece of dough. Only now Sandra noticed that she was trembling all over, and tears welled up in her eyes.
“Good girl,” the man suddenly removed his hands. “Now take off your rags, just don’t rush,” he lounged contentedly on the sofa, at the same time unfastening the belt on his trousers with his hand.
Trying to suppress her sobs and rising sobs, Sandra hesitantly pulled off at first one strap of her dress, exposing a snow-white shoulder. She was followed by another, and now her dress hangs on the waist, and the girl herself could not decide to complete what she had begun and get rid of her clothes. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a blow, and a burning pain pierced her bottom - tired of waiting, the guard gave a powerful slap on her bottom. Unable to cope with her feelings, Sandra sobbed loudly, and tears flowed from her eyes.
“Am I going to wait all day for you to undress?” - in his voice one could feel discontent and impatience - the man clearly wanted to move on to dessert as soon as possible.
Gathering her strength, the girl pulled the dress down - for this she had to bend down, exposing her ass. Afraid of getting another slap, she quickly straightened up, and froze in anticipation.
- Turn around! the man commanded. Turning around, the girl was horrified to find that the guard was no longer wearing any trousers or underwear - instead, he was completely naked, and between his legs he had an impressive penis sticking out. Until that moment, Sandra had only seen a cock on video, so the sight of real manhood shocked her.
- Like? the man asked mockingly. “Don't worry, soon you will have a chance to get to know him better,” Michael smiled, stroking his friend.
- I think I said clearly - take off your rags - he nodded his head at the underwear, which the girl did not decide to take off.
“M...maybe...don’t...” the girl whispered weakly, not realizing that her pleas were rather useless and only turned on a man.
- Listening to me, bitch - you can leave at any time, - he pointed to the door with a nod of his head. "But don't forget that I have your papers in my desk, so... it's up to you."
Michael stroked his cock, watching the girl with rapture. At this time, Sandra, still red as a tomato, with trembling hands reached for the clasp, and in a moment the girl's breasts with small protruding nipples were revealed to the man's gaze. The girl could not believe that the first man who saw her naked was a man whom she knew for half an hour at most. Instinctively covering her chest with her hand, she buried her eyes on the floor - looking at Michael naked was unbearably unpleasant for her.
- I removed my hands! A steel note appeared in the man's voice. - And take off your panties, I'm not going to hang here with you all night.
Still looking at the floor, the girl quickly got rid of the remnants of underwear and lowered her arms along the torso.
- Well done, I love shaved - as if specially prepared for me. Michael glanced at the girl's shaved pubes. “Now get on your knees and take it in your mouth.” - The man nodded at the member, which by that time was in full force.
As if in a trance, Sandra knelt in front of the man. Cold burned her knees, but she did not seem to notice - the girl stared in horror at the huge appendage in front of her face, having absolutely no idea how and what to do with it. Tired of waiting, Michael put his hand on the back of her head and pressed a little. Sandra tried to pull away, the member caused her rejection - she sobbed every now and then, choking on tears from humiliation.
“Little bitch,” Michael decided not to stand on ceremony with the girl. “Did you decide that you would shake your boobs and that would be the end of it?” Well, I opened my mouth and took it in my mouth, otherwise I won’t leave a living place.
For greater persuasiveness, he gave her a powerful cuff, and, grabbing her by the hair, pulled her to the head. From such treatment, the girl screamed, which Michael took advantage of - he drove the excited member into the girl's mouth with force, not letting her come to her senses.
"That's it." He began to slowly drive her head over her cock, still holding Sandra's hair. “Hide your teeth, otherwise you’ll leave without them ... That’s it ... a good nipple ... Now come on yourself, and don’t forget about the eggs,” with these words he released Sandra, allowing the girl herself to set the pace.
The girl did not even try to pull away - the shock and fear that Michael would get angry or hit her was too great. She mechanically moved her head, but despite all her efforts, hardly a third of the organ fit in her mouth, and even then with difficulty - the muscles began to hurt, and the girl’s entire chin was flooded with her saliva mixed with tears. Remembering Michael's words, the girl tried her best not to touch the cock with her teeth, but it didn't work out very well - every now and then a displeased expression appeared on the man's face. Due to inexperience, Sandra did not understand what to do with the language - it seemed that it only interfered, creating unnecessary barriers. Tired of the monotonous blowjob, Michael again took the girl by the hair - this time he decided not to let the girl down. He literally impaled her on his cock, ignoring weak protests, giving only a few seconds to catch his breath. After a couple of minutes of such frictions, Sandra's eyes began to roll - she did not have enough air, she stopped seeing what was happening around. The girl kept coughing, choking on her saliva, her eyes watering - it seemed to her that she was about to suffocate.
Suddenly, the torture stopped, and the girl thought with relief that everything was over, but it wasn’t there - with a strong jerk, Michael tore her off the ground and literally threw her stomach on the table. Out of the corner of her mind, Sandra realized what the man was going to do - her first sex promised to be painful and filled with suffering. No, this was not how she imagined her first time - there were no candles, no bed, no beloved man - instead a cold table, rough hands and a stranger's sweaty body.
“Now, bitch, I’ll fuck your pussy,” Michael spat several times on his hand, lubricating his cock. “You like it when they take you like the last whore, don’t you?” - He slapped the girl on the protruding ass with force.
"Please... sir... don't," the girl whispered weakly through her sobs. She did not even have time to come to her senses, when she suddenly felt that something hot touched her crotch. Sandra twitched and tried to pull away, desperately hoping to break free at the last moment, but Michael was faster - he just pinned the girl to the table with his free hand, the other directing his cock inside.
“Damn, how narrow you are,” the man hardly moved inside, the walls of the vagina tightly wrapped around his penis. - Is it a virgin? Let's fix it now! - With these words, he sharply leaned forward, driving the cock as deep as possible. Sandra's eyes went dark, and her body was filled with sharp pain, as if she had been pierced through and through. She screamed and twitched, but attempts to resist were interrupted by Michael, who leaned on her, covering her mouth with his hand.
“Yes bitch, scream for me,” he began to slowly move inside, ignoring the girl’s attempts to escape. “I love fresh meat... Narrow, untouched... You should have bigger boobs...” with his other hand, he grabbed Sandra's chest, pinching her nipple painfully. - Well, nothing, and so it will do.
After a few minutes of pounding, Sandra realized that she no longer had the strength to scream. She was lying on the table, and an unknown man deprived her of her virginity - a girl would never have thought that her first time would look like this. Michael, realizing that the girl had given up, moved his hands to her waist and accelerated - at some point he squeezed her buttocks with such force that the girl's eyes darkened from pain. A thin trickle of blood flowed down the girl's thighs - the man realized that he was right - the slut was still a virgin. Michael was excited to the limit - he was turned on by the girl's sluggish resistance, her fear, his complete power over her. After five minutes (it seemed to Sandra that an hour had passed) of swotting, the man growled, and the burning pain and feeling of fullness were replaced by emptiness. The girl felt hot liquid on the small of her back - the man came on her back, swearing loudly and squeezing her hips.
“And you’re okay, I even liked it,” he slapped the girl on the ass. “I don’t like to fuck virgins, but I made an exception for you,” the man pulled on his pants, pointing the girl to a small door at the end of the room. - There's a toilet, clean yourself up and get out. I’ll see it again - we’ll fuck the whole shift, so you won’t be able to walk.
When Sandra went to the toilet, the first thing she did was burst into tears. The humiliation was so great that it even covered the physical pain. And why, why did she go to that damn club? Somehow, having washed herself, the girl pulled on her clothes. Walking was a little painful, but still bearable - she did not want to stay here longer than necessary. The girl looked in the mirror - her face was slightly swollen from tears, I had to spend a few minutes on cosmetics. Having achieved an acceptable result, Sandra slipped out of the toilet, looking at Michael warily. He stared at the monitors as if nothing had happened. Not having the slightest desire to talk to her rapist, the girl slipped out into the corridor, intending to find Mary ...