The webcam girl

[the savage]

Amber smiled as she took the delivery, signing her name on the dotted line and smiling at the cute delivery man. Watching his ass in the tight brown shorts as he walked away. She would be using that as inspiration for tonight. Brushing a strand of her shoulder length auburn hair behind her ear, she took the box inside. Heading for her studio she put the package down and opened it. Inside was a strippers pole, she knew that this would make her even more money.

Amber was actually living the old myth; that she was stripping to pay her way through college. But this is the new world, and you don’t have to go to a strip club to do it. Instead she did it all from the comfort of her own home. A year and a half ago, when her scholarship was pulled for subpar grades, she had thought that she would have to leave. But she remembered the reaction when her ex posted a video of her online. Thousands of views of what was a pretty tame video, her slowly stripping down to her panties while dancing. She decided to set up a website, charging $2.99 per view. Soon she had enough to pay her bills. But she found that she liked the attention and kept on doing it.

Wiping the sweat from her brow a few hours later, the pole completely installed. She would introduce it tonight in her next video. Walking over to the closet, she pulled open the doors. In there she has a variety of outfits that flatter her body. It was taut, and firm. C-cup breasts, a natural tan, and an ass that her boyfriend had always told her he could bounce quarters off of. Scanning through her ‘work’ outfits, a collection of booty shorts, short skirts, and tight tops, she made a selection. Something that would drive her horny followers nuts. A pleated, just above knee length skirt, a white top so small that she couldn’t button it, instead having to tie it over her black bra, and thigh high white stockings. Yes, that old stand-by the catholic schoolgirl uniform.

Smiling she put it on. Turning to the camera, she pointed it at the center of the room, where the pole stood. AMber spoke from off camera, “Hello boys, look what I just bought for you. Do you want to see me try it out?”

She turned on her sound system, and loud, sexy music began to pour out. So loud that she didn’t hear her front door opening, and closing. As she twirled around the pole, gyrating for the paying customers a man dressed entirely in black wearing a mask made his way through the house. In his hand was a bag, containing his supplies for the evening.

As Amber twirled and untied her blouse, letting it hang open in front of the camera, she caught him standing in the doorway out of the corner of her eye. She screamed, but had nowhere to run. Backing up against the wall, “ Wha…what do you want… how did you get in here?” Meaningless questions tumble from her lips as she stares at the solid black mask.

He reaches into the bag, and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. That is when Amber goes wild. She charges forward, trying to get past him. But she runs into his chest, and while the attacker takes a step back, his wrists close against hers. The handcuffs click as they close around one of her hands.

“Please, let me go, you can take whatever you want. I can’t do anything! I can’t tell anyone who you are! Please just take it and go.”
She pleads, and struggles but he pulls her back into the room, right towards the newly installed pole. And into full view of the camera. He cuffs her hands around the pole, trapping her in the center of the room. Amber turns her head wildly, trying to see what he is doing behind her. Watches as he reaches into the bag and pulls out a knife.
Her mouth drops open, and she screams, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Tugging wildly on the cuffs, hearing them clank against the metal of the pole. Cursing herself for doing such a good job installing it.
“Please, just leave me alone!” The intruder responds by grabbing the back of her shirt, slicing it in half, and pulling the shreds down to her elbows. He does the same with her bra, as Amber squirms futilely against her restraints.

Trying to kick back at him, as she feels his hand tracing up her right leg. Slowly running up the silky stock and underneath the skirt. Feeling his hand bunching up her panties. A burning sensation and a tearing sound as he rips them from her body.

“Please…go…don’t do this to me.” The only response is the sound of a belt unfastening and pants dropping to the floor. He steps behind her, and kissed her shoulder, grabbing her tit with his hand. Teasing the nipple.

“OOWWWWWWWWWWWWW! GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!” Her scream makes her throat raw as he thrust into her as hard as he could. She could feel her muscles tightening against the hard intruder. Feeling every throbbing vein of his cock. His hot breath on her shoulder and ear as he gasped.

Tears spilled out of her eyes as he started to pump forward, “please, it hurts.” He pump forward, one had on her shoulder, the other yanking on her hair. Each of them grunting with each thrust. Hers filled with pain and shame, his animalistic sounds of pleasure.

She felt his hands everywhere, now squeezing her tits, now running over her stocking clad legs, now squeezing her ass, now tracing over her stomach and tugging gently on her belly button ring. She stands on her tip-toes with each thrust forward trying to lessen the pain.
In so doing, she is actually prolonging her attack. He can’t get the penetration he needs, so he keeps thrusting forward. All the while the silent eye of the camera records everything.

Finally, Amber slumps forward in defeat and exhaustion. Leaning her sweaty head against the cool metal of the pole. Feeling his breath coming in ragged gasps across her back. She remembers from her boyfriend what the quickening thrusts and gasps meaning. She always liked it with him, it made her feel sexy giving him that reaction. Here it is cum just makes her cry as she feels splashing against her womb.
It feels like an hour before the intruder is done. He steps back and heads to the camera. In a voice to deep to be his own he rattles off her address, telling the viewers that they can either call the police, come help her, or do something else. He presses the upload button.
Before walking out, he places a gag in the sobbing girls mouth. Leaving her slumped on the floor, cuffed around the pole. Helpless against whoever decides to show up next.

[daddy4adaughter]

a pretty cool story