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Temptations
(Kelly Addams)

"So," I said as her fingers wrapped around mine as they transferred my hand from my leg to hers. "What happened? The tree? The good idea to get tied up?"

Carrie smiled and shivered again, the memory must have been intense because her eyes closed for a second and her lips parted a fraction.

"I like it that way!" she edged closer. "Rough! I like to be out of control. No, that's not right!" she paused for a second as she assembled her thoughts. "I mean I like it when I don't have any control, when someone else is deciding... making me do stuff, forcing me. Oh I complain like shit, I moan and cry and scream, I fight like crazy... but that's just an act... because I love it!"

"Rough?" I asked, my voice as low as hers.

Carrie winked. "Slap me hard then rip my panties off, push me to the floor and take me hard. Fuck, that's my idea of heaven, make me have it, force me." she shuddered again and her fingers tightened on my thigh. "It's all a game, but it's a game I love to play... so when they said they wanted to tie me to the tree, well, my knees went all weak at the thought."

"So they tied you up!" I continued and eased my fingers under the hem of her short skirt, "Then what?"

Carrie shuffled forward in her stool effectively driving my fingers deeper until I felt the tips pressing against shaven skin.

"They lifted my skirt, and then they ripped my panties down, I heard them tearing, so that explains why you're not feeling them now. They shredded them, and they were a nice pair too. Anyway, there I was, my arms wrapped around the tree, a big old tree, and my wrists were roped together on the other side like I was giving the oak a big hug, and my panties just got ripped right off. Then one of them starts wrapping the rope around my ankle, so I look down and he's tying a stick to me... then he moves to my other ankle, and he spreads my legs wide, and I think "What the hell... why not!" he's tying me to the other end of the stick, like my legs are spread wide apart and I can't do anything about it. But I'm not concerned because I love stuff like that, he's spread me so they can fuck me... and that's what I wanted, so why would I complain!"

"How many were there?" I asked the question but barely heard the answer as I concentrated on easing the tip of my finger between her fleshy labia, I couldn't believe what was happening, reputation or not I was amazed to be fingering her in a public bar. 

And you really are very wet aren't you slut I thought as I eased my finger deeper into a surprisingly tight hole.

Carrie glanced down to where my hand disappeared under her skirt and smiled. "Five," she answered casually, "And big guys too, I mean they were hung like donkeys, and taking me rough must have really turned them on because they really did pound me hard!"

"It sounds like the perfect scenario for you," I added as I slipped a second finger inside her, "So why the smeared mascara, why had you been crying?"

"Because of what happened next." Carrie reached down and gripped my wrist through the fabric of her skirt and pressed my fingers deeper into her dripping snatch. "Believe it or not, until this afternoon I was a virgin!"

I must have spluttered because her eyes flew open before a wide grin broke across her lips.

"Anal virgin," she corrected, "I guess I should have made that clearer. Until they tied me I'd never even had a finger in my ass. I said no, and I meant it..." Carrie shrugged, "But I'd said no so many times already and hadn't meant it, so I guess I can't complain too much, I mean how were they to know which no was playing, and which no was really... No!"

"So they fucked your ass?"

Carrie nodded.

"And it hurt? That's why you had been crying?" The pieces had all fallen into place, the green marks on her blouse, the hard fucked and dishevelled look, the smudged mascara. They had taken her savage and rough... and to my shame, the thought of it was turning me on more than I would ever dare to admit.

"It did, at first," she nodded, "But that was just the shock I guess, because once I'd settled and relaxed I realised just how fucking amazing it was, feeling a massive cock driving up my ass, it was so taboo, so forbidden... I hated them for not listening when I said no, but I loved them too... for not listening and fucking me anyway. But it didn't last, I wanted it to last forever, but they came so fast, probably because my ass is tight, not like my cunt!" I felt her press my fingers harder as she giggled, "But that's where my tears came from... not pain, frustration. The bastards just left me there, my skirt up around my waist, my ass gaping and dribbling cum, my ankles tied and holding my legs spread wide... and still tied to that fucking tree!"

"They just abandoned you?" I gasped at the thought, but also wished that I had been around to witness the spectacle, I would have rescued her... but not until after I had used her hot body.

"They did, and imagine this, I was standing there for over two hours, my ass naked and flashing at every car that came down the lane, so many stopped and looked at me, so many shouted comments... some even parked and touched me, fingered me, took photos of me... but not one of the shits would do what I needed most!"

"Untie you!" I stated, then heard her giggle.

"Well yeah, but that's not what I wanted most!"

My expression must have been clear confusion because Carrie smiled, and for the very first time I understood that the young woman was beautiful, and at the age of twenty two she was wasting herself, she should have someone special in her life, someone understanding, someone who would hold her and love her... but still allow her to be slut Carrie. A person who knew she needed sex, more sex than a single lover could ever give.

"I did want to get untied, of course I did," she giggled, "But more than that, I just wanted someone, anyone... to get hard, and shove it back up my ass. I was so close to cumming when they were fucking me, then they stopped, and I crashed inside... the tears welled, I wanted to scream and shout, I wanted to demand they come back and fuck me right... but it never happened. Then some kindly old lady found me, and she rescued me and wrapped me in a blanket from the back of her car that smelled of dogs. She gave me a lift back to town... and I came in here to drown my sorrows!"

"And then I came along!" I pulled my fingers free and guided her hand to my crotch.

"And then you came along," she sighed and traced a nail down the seam of my jeans sending a shudder through my body, "And if you still want we can go home together, yours or mine, either is fine, and we can fuck...!" again she sighed and I sensed something akin to disappointment.

"Yeah, I'd like that Carrie, I want to take you home with me, I want to fuck you, I want to explore you, hold you... kiss you. But I sense that won't be enough for you today... I think you'll only feel fulfilled if your ass gets hammered by a hard long cock, hammered until you scream and cum... am I right?"