Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Rhettxxoo@aol.com Subject: "Southern Hospitality" by Rhett Dreams, 10/10 [mf, crime drama] SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY by Rhett Dreams (c. 1996) Chapter Ten Fifteen hundred miles northeast of Hannibal Lecter's hideaway, a large man entered a crowded bar and took the only open seat, at the end of the bar. Like most of the other patrons of this resort night spot, he was wearing the uniform of a man on vacation---a colorful Hawaiian print shirt, shorts and sandals. As he waited for the bartender to make his way down he glanced at the other people who lined the long u-shaped bar. His mind played a familiar game as his glance fell on each patron. "Schoolteacher... thirty... midwest," he said to himself, his eyes on a woman at the opposite end of the bar. When she caught his glance and smiled he nodded noncommittally and let his eyes move on. "Insurance salesman, forty-five, second marriage to the lady next to him... a dentist's assistant or maybe a hairdresser, forty, tying to look thirty-five." The game continued until he reached an attractive girl four stools to his right, her intelligent face framed by straight brown hair that fell softly to her mostly bare shoulders. "Bingo," thought the man to himself. "What'll it be?" the bartender asked and placed a small napkin in front of him. "Chivas. Rocks. A double," he said. When he returned his glance to the attractive girl he saw that her blue eyes were on him. She immediately looked away and busied herself with her drink, which he noticed was almost gone. When the bartender returned with his drink he leaned toward the man and said, "The girl four seats down, in the yellow sundress... make her another of whatever she's drinking, on me." "I don't run a dating service," complained the barman, but changed his mind when the man's pleasant smile disappeared and his steely eyes focused on him with a force that was almost physical. "Yeah... okay," mumbled the barman. He mixed up a tequila sunrise and placed it in front of the girl. He leaned toward the girl to say something and motioning with his thumb toward the large man at the end of the bar. When her blue eyes returned to him he raised his glass in a silent toast. She paused for a moment, knowing enough of the mating dance to realize that her acceptance of the drink would be taken as an expression of her interest in the ruggedly handsome man. She took the fresh drink anyway, nodded her thanks to the man, and blushed slightly when he motioned with his head and rose to find them a table. This silent exchange was noticed by two people at the bar with considerable disappointment. The woman at the end of the bar, who was in fact a schoolteacher on her summer break, had hoped to attract the man to her. The other who noticed was the man sitting next to the bar stool that was now vacant of the attractive girl. He had tried several times to engage the girl in a conversation, but her brief but polite responses indicated her disinterest. "Sam's my name," lied the large man as the girl took a seat in the booth. "Um, Alice," said the girl, nervously. It was quieter in the back of the room and considerably darker. He did most of the talking at first, slowly drawing the girl into the conversation, knowing that she was not used to being picked up my a strange man. She was tentative, quite uncomfortable with the process, but at the same time he knew that she wanted to be with him. She told him she was a Wall Street investment analyst and was taking her first vacation in over a year. As she talked about her the daily pressures of her commute and job he noticed that she was relaxing a bit, and was more at ease with him. He reached across the table and took one of her hands in his, stroking the delicate fingers while she talked. When she finished, he brought his gaze back to her eyes. "I want to take you someplace different," he said. "Oh?" "Yes, Alice. Someplace private... with a bed." "Oh!" The stroked her hand and watched her face blush. She recovered after a few moments and nodded. He rose and tossed a few bills on the table then helped her up, bringing her body close to his. "Let's go." She grabbed her handbag and let him lead her to the door, blushing at the thought that everyone in the bar knew that she'd allowed this stranger to pick her up. She was sure that they knew that she was going to be fucked that night by the large man, and maybe they were imagining, just like she, what it would be like. "I'm going to be fucked," she thought to herself. "That's what I came to the Islands for, and to this bar. To be picked up and royally fucked by a stranger. No strings. No awkward apologies. Just a hard cock in my cunt." The man led her out of the bar and to his car in the far back of the dark parking lot, so close to the water that she could hear the waves lapping at the shore over the pounding of her heart. He unlocked the passenger door but didn't open it. Instead, he grabbed the girl and pressed her back against the car and pinned her there with his body. She could feel his bulge against her stomach and her body tingled in excitement and trepidation. He lowered his head and brought his lips over hers, kissing her hungrily. She could taste the whiskey on his tongue as it explored her mouth. His huge hands held hers at her side as his demanding kiss took possession of her. "Oh, God!" she cried when he broke the kiss, her body trembling. He lifted her hands up and brought them together over her head, holding them easily in one of his huge mitts. His free hand pulled her sun dress above her hips, then dived down the front of her panties. "Oh!" she cried as his fingers found her sex, one thick digit entering her wetness. Once again he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her roughly, deeply, while his finger drove itself into her tight sex. "Please... not here," she said when he broke the kiss. "Where do you want to get fucked, huh?" He kissed her again and began moving his finger back and forth as much as her tight panties would allow. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, removing his finger from her sex long enough to yank her panties down her thighs, over her knees. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them. "Don't hurt me... be gentle," she said. "Is that what you want, cunt? Gentle?" He led her quickly down the length of the car and turned her around before bending her face down on the trunk. She felt his hand on her back, holding her in place, and heard the man undoing his belt and then his zipper. The hard knob that came in contact with her sex felt huge to her. She gasped, now unsure what she feared most, being discovered in this state by some stranger or being taken by this man. "Ahhhh," she moaned as the very thick rod penetrated her sex and stretched her narrow passage. He drove it fully inside and she felt his naked loins against her ass, her cunt filled with his thick rod. He wasted no time on preliminaries, driving his cock quickly in and out of her wet cunt. The loud smack made each time his hips slapped into her ass was audible over the sounds of the nearby waves and their labored breathing. "Is this gentle enough for you?" The girl's only response was a continuation of her moans with every forward stroke, the intense pleasure coming from her sex driving away her fears and bringing her rapidly toward orgasm. "Is this what you wanted, bitch?" he repeated after grabbing a handful of her hair. "Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me... hard!" Two minutes later the man felt her cunt spasm around his shunting cock, announcing her orgasm. He felt his own release coming and continued to hammer his cock into the writhing girl until his cock finished erupting in her cunt. After he pulled his spent cock out of the girl and arranged his clothes, he knelt to pick up her panties and walked around the car to the driver's door. "You coming, cunt?" he said, opening the door and climbing in. Looking dazed and embarrassed, the girl pushed herself off the hood of the car and lowered her dress over her naked ass. Wordlessly, she accepted his invitation and took her seat next to him in the car. In her daily work life the girl never let her defenses down, competing with men in a world dominated my their rules. She was aggressive, extremely competent and successful. But now, here, this was what she wanted and needed. Knowing all this didn't ease her embarrassment as they walked through the hotel lobby, she a few steps behind the large man, feeling the mixture of his cum and her juices leaking out of her cunt and trailing down her thighs. Having sat in the car seat with no panties, she was certain that her cotton sundress had a large wet spot. She believed that everyone in the lobby was staring at her and whispering. "What a slut," she imagined them saying. She was grateful when they got inside the elevator alone. But when the doors closed the man grabbed her and turned her toward the wall, pushing her up against it while his feet kicked her legs apart. Her relief at being out of sight of people vanished when he lifted her sun dress up and shoved a hand between her spread thighs and into her cunt. "Oh!" she exclaimed as his fingers collected the copious juices from her cunt and thighs and spread them over her bare ass. "You're a fuckin' mess, slut," he said, slapping her ass sharply. He wiped his hands clean on the back her dress before lowering the now-soiled garment back in place and stepping away in front of the doors. She meekly followed him out of the elevator and down the corridor to the room, her face crimson. Inside, he stripped the sun dress off her and left her standing naked in the middle of the large room while he poured himself a drink. When he returned he stood a few feet in front of her, sipping his drink, his eyes taking in the body of the slender girl. The girl blushed at his open examination of her body and, in a reflex born of modesty, her hand drifted over to hide her neatly trimmed cunt. "That won't do," he said and slapped her hand away. "Undress me, cunt," was his next command. The girl blushed but obeyed, starting with the buttons on his Hawaiian shirt. He continued the sip his drink while she removed his shirt and undid his pants. When she had completed her task he set his drink down and put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down. She was forced to her knees before him, his cock directly in front of her face. His hands slipped behind her head and pulled her against his rod. The odor of sex filled her nostrils as her face was pressed up against the thickening cock. After several minutes he pulled her head back and used his other hand to lower his now erect cock so that it pointed directly at her mouth. "You want this?" he teased, holding her head an inch away from the bulbous head of his cock. "Yes," she whispered. "What, cunt? I couldn't hear you. Do you want to suck my cock, slut?" "Yes," she said, taking her eyes off his cock and looking up into his face. "I want to suck your cock." He pulled her head a bit closer and rubbed the head of his cock over her lips in small circles. She extended her tongue and flicked it back and forth over the head, and was rewarded for her initiative when the man tightened his grip of her hair and pulled her head back away from his cock. "I didn't say you could so that, slut. Mouth open, tongue down." She obeyed, and he brought her head back to his cock, tracing her lips with the head, first outside, then inside. When he did finally enter her mouth, his cock slid over her tongue and stopped only when it hit the back of her throat. "Suck." Breathing carefully through her nose, she closed her mouth around the thick rod and applied as much pressure as she could while he moved her head back and forth. "That's a nice little fuck-toy," he said. He continued to humiliate her verbally while he drew her head and mouth back and forth on his cock, fucking her face. After five minutes he pulled her off and ordered her to the bed. She rose and got on the large bed, lying demurely on her side with her legs closed. Holding his drink again, the man said, "On your back, slut. Legs spread wide. Arms over your head." She blushed but obeyed, presenting him with a open view of her sex. The man sipped his drink and stared for several moments before putting it down and retrieving a pair of handcuffs from a satchel on the dresser. As he climbed onto the bed the girl's eyes widened. "That's not... necessary," she said nervously as the large man straddled her torso and reached up to grab one of her wrists. "Shut up, cunt," he said, closing a cuff around one wrist. He threaded the other cuff through a slat on the headboard before closing it around her other wrist. The foot-long chain connecting the two cuffs was long enough to allow her to be turned onto her stomach without having to release and then reattach the cuffs. The man gave a satisfied grunt and then backed down the bed until he was kneeling between her spread thighs. Taking a leg in each hand, he lifted them off the bed and bent them back across her body. In this position, the girl's ass was slightly off the bed and her wide open cunt was elevated perfectly for his cock. He entered her fully, her cunt deliciously tight around his thick rod, then positioned his thick arms outside her legs, straight and stiff, holding his massive body over hers. He began to fuck the bound girl, slowly at first and then with gradually more pace and force. As before, when he was fucking her mouth, he gave every indication that he was merely using her body for his pleasure. She was not an active participant as he pounded his cock into her tight wet cunt. The girl felt her excitement build as he hammered his cock into her, using her as a vessel for his release. There was no affection in this act, she knew. She was his slut, an anonymous cunt to rut into... a bitch in heat and he was taking her... fucking her. That she was getting pleasure from this act was not his concern. When he began talking to her, telling her that he would invite a few of the hotel staff to use her when he was finished, she closed her eyes and imagined that he would do just that. Cuffed to the headboard... defenseless... fucked time and time again by the black-as-coal natives of the island... thick cocks, long cocks, black cocks using her sex, driving into her body until they release their cum... fiery sprays into her womb... her body used again... fucked... raped... again... "Ahhhhhh," she cried out as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body, the spasms all the more powerful because she couldn't move, her legs bent awkwardly back, her arms stretched up along side her head. The images of being taken... used... fucked... flashed through her brain as her climax continued. In her overheated mind, the thick cock that hammered into her cunt belonged to a large black man... then another... then another. The girl was now face down on the bed. Her body felt wonderfully languid as the muscles in her legs relaxed and her pulse and breathing settled down. She even dozed briefly, unaware and unconcerned about what the man intended. In some part of her mind she knew that his huge hands were on her again, lifting her hips off the bed, shoving a pillow under her... spreading her thighs apart, opening her. When the man's thumbs spread her ass checks apart, all she felt was a tinge of embarrassment that she was so exposed to him. But when she felt the force of his finger on her ass hole... cold and oily... pressing inside, she came fully awake and cried out. "No!" Ignoring her, the finger wormed it's way inside her ass. Deeper it went, filling her until she felt the man's knuckles against her flesh. "Please... don't," she said, knowing that she would be ignored. She felt the finger withdraw almost completely and then enter her again. Then again. His cock would be next, she knew... the thick rod that had so filled her sex would try to enter her ass. The man continued to fuck his thick finger in and out of her ass, then found her clit with his thumb and rotated the digit over her sensitive nub. The dual assault continued for several minutes until the girl's moans told the man she was ready. The discomfort had faded slowly, but with the direct contact on her clit, the girl's passions were once again inflamed. When the man withdrew his finger from her ass she groaned, party out of need and but also because she knew what was next. He would drive his cock into her ass, completing her humiliation. The taking of her. The using. When she felt his body climb back on the bed and his hands on her ass, she groaned again. Those huge hands spread her ass cheeks apart and she felt the large greasy knob against her hole. She braced herself for the entry, gritting her teeth and holding her breath. For several long moments, however, she felt nothing but the contact... his cock at her hole. "I'm going to fuck your ass, slut," she heard him say, and felt his hands caressing her hips, ass and back. "Please..." she whined, knowing she'd be ignored. As is cock pushed forward, popping past her tight anal muscle, she groaned. The pain of his entry eased when she braced herself and pushed back against him. It took him a full minute before he had his thick rod buried to the hilt in the girl's very tight ass. Growling in her ear, the man eased his cock back and then worked it forward until she was fully corked again, his heavy balls pressed against her wet and wide open sex. "Only a slut takes it up the ass," he said after a half- dozen strokes. As he continued to work his cock back and forth he took the flesh of her shoulder between his teeth and chewed gently. Then he spoke into her ear, telling her again that he'd have five or six of the hotel staff come up once he was finished with her. "Ohhhh," she groaned as he lifted himself up on his arms, locking them in place on either side of the bound girl. He began fucking again into her tight ass, enjoying the sight of his thick cock cleaving the cheeks of her firm ass and disappearing within. Her passageway was oiled and relaxed now, and he had no trouble increasing the pace of his thrusts so that his hips slapped into her rear with every stroke into the mewing girl. He settled into a regular cadence, relishing the spongy grip of her anal canal on his cock... the sounds of her cries as his cock bottomed out and of the rhythmic slapping sound as hips met ass flesh. With each forward stroke his balls swung forward and slapped into the open maw of her sex, wetting the swollen sacs. His head was swimming with the eroticism of this ass- fuck. Pounding his cock into this slut's ass... taking her... dominating her... using her ass now like he'd used her pussy in the parking lot... like he'd fucked her mouth when she'd followed him to his room like a bitch in heat... using this fuck-toy as he had when he'd speared her tight cunt earlier. He could feel his cock tingling and knew he could postpone his orgasm no longer. A moment later it came, and the release was exquisite as his shunting cock erupted in the girl's tight ass. "Oh yes!... Oh yes!," he chanted as his cock blasted into the girl. "Did you cum?" he asked, a few minutes later, resting on his elbows and speaking softly into her ear. Her head turned and he moved her hair out of the way so he could see her face. "Like a fountain," she said and smiled. He eased his softening cock out of her ass and rolled over on to his back with a contented sigh. "Imagine... me leaving the Bureau for a little chippie like you." She chuckled and rattled her cuffs, reminding him that she was still bound. Placing his hands behind his head, he ignored the unspoken request. "I don't know... I kind of like you that way." "Might I remind you, husband, that tomorrow is my turn to pick you up. I noticed a nice stiff riding crop at that British store in the village. The longer I'm kept shackled, the better it'll seem to me to purchase the thing for tomorrow night's activities." She rattled the cuffs again and he rolled off the bed to get the keys. "God damn pushy broad," he muttered as sat on the edge of the bed and unlocked the cuffs. Clarice Starling rolled off the bed and strolled toward the bathroom. "You don't know how pushy, mister," she said, closing the door behind her. Gene Myers settled back on the bed and heard her sing song voice continue from within the adjoining bath, "But you will!" THE END c. 1996 Rhett Dreams PostScript: “Southern Hospitality” is the first of a trilogy of stories all featuring FBI Special Agent Clarice Starling. The second in the series is entitled “Stepford Wives”. The third is in-progress, with a working title, “The Fourth Reich”. - Rhett Dreams -- Story Submission: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site: (Not pretty yet)