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April O'Neil - One Hell of a Rough Night.	By : Nickamano Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 7433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2.
She was at her apartment complex before she knew it.
"That's Forty-seven fifty, plus tip." The cabbie said.
He was half turned in his seat so he could look back over at her. Well, at her alluring cleavage at least.
"Didn't you see I was just mugged?"
"Not my problem. In fact, you could argue I just saved your hot little ass. Forty-seven fifty, plus tip."
"C'mon man can't you cut me some slack? Please?"
"Well... I could... I could let you off this time... If I get to fuck those tits."
"What!?"
"I'll let you off, if you get me off..."
He was amused by his own rhyme but his grin was predatory, his eyes barely lifting up to look April in hers, too intent on her on-display cleavage.
"No chance... No way... I can't believe this! I'm a celebrity goddamnit!"
"A celeb with fuckable tits... Last chance, Miss O'Neil... Big juicy tit-fuck or you'll get what every fee-jumper gets."
"Which is what?" She asked, halfway angry, halfway afraid.
He lifted up a big black rectangular taser and flicked the trigger switch allowing arcs of agonising blue electricity to leap between the two terminals.
"Three-point-eight million fucking vaults of pure bowel-loosening agony. Literally…! Half the time the recipient shits themselves. I have to clean up afterwards but it's worth it. A real hoot. You wanna shit yourself?"
"But that's blackmail! You can't do that!"
"I can and I will. Unless you wanna strip down to the waist and lay back on the seat. I already have lube back here. I like to jerk off when I have young hotties in my cab. I have the camera set up for 'em and everything."
April whimpered, delayed, tried to think of a way out. Her big brown eyes glistened with tears, she was shivering with fear and anxiety, but couldn't see a solution.
"Fine! You bastard!" She snapped, reaching for the zipper of her jumpsuit. "Fine, let's just... Let's get this over with!"
"Great!" The cabbie sang and laughing, shuffled his bulk over to the passenger seat.
He hauled himself out and then yanked open the rear door as April shrugged herself out of the top half of her jumpsuit, unveiling her huge breasts. His mouthful of colourful curses at the sight of her naked bosom turned the interior of the car blue. And before April knew it, he was on the backseat with her, shoving her onto her back and filling his hands with her naked young breasts.
"Fuck me these are fucking perfect! You need to be in porn Miss O'Neil, you're wasted on some shitty local news broadcast."
"Hey, I'm a bona fide journalist! I went to college!" She tried to protest.
"Fuck Journalism, these puppies deserve to be all over the internet! Now shut up and get busy!"
He tossed her the tube of water-based sex lubricant while he unzipped his slacks and fumbled around for his cock. April was acutely aware that the large, black taser thing was bulging out the breast pocket of his wind-breaker. An unspoken threat. She flipped up the lube's cap, while the pervert cabbie mauled her breasts with a painful level of cruelty and excitement.
He was pinching and tugging at her cold-stiffened nipples, using his grip of them to lift her breasts up away from her chest and bounce them. So, wanting to get this latest assault over and done with so she could get home, she squirted a liberal amount of the stuff in between her melons. And then he took over, slapping her hands out of the way and lubing up her tits with a perverse delight.
"Push 'em together, fuck! Hurry up!" He snarled.
April obediently used her upper arms to press the naturally splayed melons together in the middle of her chest, forming her deep, luscious cleavage. He stared down at it for a long moment with a wide-eyed stare. And then, as if experimenting he made a blade shape with his fingers and slid it up between her lubed tits until his fingers prodded her under the chin.
Then playtime was over and it was time to get serious. He shifted himself until he was sitting astride her ribs and the movement brought his erection into April's view.
He grabbed one of her tits tight in his fisting grip, squeezing so fiercely that her tit flesh bulged up from between his fingers, and April let out a hiss of discomfort.
Maintaining the sadistic grasp, the cabbie gripped his cock in his other hand and drummed her other tit for a couple of seconds, then rubbed at her stiff nipple with the underside of the head of his erection.
April was shocked at just how hot his cock felt against her cold bosom, though his cock had been nicely nested between his legs all day while her cleavage had been out in the open, exposed to the winter air, especially since she had left work, not twenty minutes earlier.
Finally done playing, the cabbie shifted his weight again, shuffled upward until April could feel his hot balls pressing against the underside of her half-crushed orbs and then he slid his shaft deep into her cleavage.
He groaned, relishing the sweet, soft warmth enveloping his length and then got an equally harsh and cruel handful of her other breast, pressing them even harder together around his cock. Her lubed-up tits squeezed hard together as well as crushed under his brutal grasp. Then he started jerking his hips forward and back. His eyes bugging out at the view, unable and unwilling to take his gaze off her huge tits as he began to earnestly rape her cleavage.
His expression plainly reflected his aggressive lust and overzealous sexual pleasure and the grip of his hands was making April wince and moan slightly, bringing tears to her eyes.
Of course, she had done this thousands of times, over the fifteen or sixteen years she had enjoyed having these huge melons. All her boyfriends had wanted and succeeded in fucking them, plus tutors in college, and ex-bosses and senior-staffers she had found herself apprenticed under. She definitely knew how to use her tits to make men cum effectively, and yet of course, this cabbie wasn't even giving her the chance. With no other choice, she just lay there and let him abuse them to his hearts’ content.
If she separated herself from her reality and just focussed on the sensations of it, the feel of a hot and thick and hard shaft of cock-meat lunging up and down her slicked-up cleavage was actually quite nice and enjoyable. And many's the time she had effectively tolerated an unwanted situation of having to give someone she didn't like a thorough tit fuck, by this act of emotional separation and on occasion even managed to get some pleasure out of it herself.
However, this time, because of his harsh manhandling of her breasts and the strength and force he used to fuck her cleavage, April struggled through it. She looked down at the 3D shock-factor of the large banana shaped organ emerging from the upper curves of her bosom and lancing straight into her face. The thrusts casting little squirts of lube to seep out of her cleavage and trickle across her upper chest, before the withdrawal began and that bloated, swollen crown was pulled back into her cleavage, out of sight.
Looking up at this bastard man's wide-eyed stare creeped her out, he was ugly and his actions were ugly, his eyes were bugged out and his slack loosely open mouth was glistening with lusty drool and then a flush raced across his pock marked cheeks, and he started to fuck faster and faster, building into a frenzy until he suddenly squeezed his eyes shut, threw his head back and let out a loud wheezy groan.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Miss O'Neil! Take my spunk you whore! Take it all over your fucking tits!"
As he groaned, thrusting hard into her tits one last time, forcing them up her chest even while he crushed them both in his hands and against his cock, until she could even feel his balls pressing between her undercurves, the hot seed started to erupt from the purple crown.
She could feel the tight, searing hot shaft pulsing and spasming, a precursor to each heavy and hot load that he shot across her naked flesh. A multitude of thick ropes of his steaming cum spattered her chin, throat and chest. And then he yanked himself back and dumped the remaining three or four hefty sprays deep into her sweltering cleavage, as it constrained and pillowed his cock.
April was panting, staring up at the ceiling of the car, still waiting for the painful throbbing in her breasts to calm down, when she heard the tell-tale faux-snap of camera's digital shutter. The cabbie had taken a hurried snap on his cell phone of April - stripped to the waist with her on display and overtly spunk-splattered breasts front and centre.
"Right we're done. Get lost."
He snapped the dismissive instruction at her, pocketing his phone and then sliding his wet, slippery and already softened cock back into his slacks and then clambering back into the driver's seat.
"Haven’t you got any Kleenex? I need to clean up."
"I said we're done. So, fuck off. We're at your address, so go and clean up in your own fucking apartment."
April huffed, and with no other choice, used the turned-inside-out sleeve of her jumpsuit to wipe off the worst of the bubbling and still trickling spunk and lube residue. And then wincing at the feel of the cold, wet, slimy clothing sticking to her skin, she pulled the jumpsuit back on and zipped it up as far as it would go, before hauling herself out of the cab and slamming the door shut behind her.
The taxi squealed away from the shadowy space around the side of her apartment building, and sped off noisily, definitely breaking the speed limit in his hurry to get away.
She came around to the front of the apartment block, knowing her neck, chest and cleavage would be gleaming with oily residue and that it would be obvious to even the most casual of observers what she had been up to.
Luckily with the late hour and the weather there was no one around. She typed in the entry code and the took the stairs to her floor.
The spare key was always Blu-Tacked up on the top of her door frame and she felt for it... And then remembered with heart-stopping shock that her ex still had it. He had never given it back to her. She was locked out of her apartment.
She called him, her phone being the only option, and was supremely relieved that he picked up on the first ring.
It hadn't ended well between her and Dave, she had said some nasty things but so had he. She had destroyed some of his stuff and he had posted some of their homemade porn on the internet. Though, fortunately, it hadn't shown her face. Dave was the absolute worst with a camera and not many people had made the connection. It was just some busty red head taking a severe banging with her huge tits bouncing and swung around all over the place as it had been captured in a closet mirror's reflection. Still, it had ended badly. Therefore, it took a lot of April begging and pleading before he agreed to give her back the key, but she would have to come and collect it from his place. He hung up.
She called him back at once. More begging and pleading, pointing out that it was like two hours on foot and she had no cash on her and could he pretty-please bring the key down to her place.
"I'm not at home am I!" He said. "I'm like twenty minutes from your place."
"Oh, please Dave, please. I'll do anything. You name it. I really need that key. Please."
"I could... I could pick you up at yours, drive you back to mine and hand you the key..."
"Oh, yes. You're a godsend Dave. You're the best. Thank you, thank you!" She gushed almost in tears.
She found herself hoping against hope that it would be enough, that he had grown some kind of gentlemanly thoughtfulness since she had last seen him.
"I said I could..." He clarified, bursting her bubble immediately.
And April knew exactly where this was going.
"Oh..." She sighed. "Okay, Dave. What will I have to do...?"
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He filled her in after he had picked her up and as they drove the hour's trip across town.
A sleezy and proud of it lawyer, Dave was up for a possible promotion at work, had a chance of getting to be made partner in the firm, unfortunately the other guy he was up against, was better than him, had a better record with his cases, and was better at brown nosing. The only advantage Dave had was that his boss had a filthily imaginative and perverse crush on April. He recorded all her segments, and even had a scrapbook of her appearances in newspapers and the couple of times she had features in the gossip magazines, when she had dated a b-list celebrity for all of a week.
And that was his price. She had to meet up with his boss the following weekend when his wife was out of town and entertain him. He had at one point (jokingly but deadly serious) promised that if he could get April to fuck him, the promotion would be his, no problemo. Ad no Dave had that very opportunity in the palm of his hand.
And so, April had been given no chance but to accept. In fact, to stop her from having any chance of backing out after the key handover, Dave had called his boss from the car when he had picked April up from her apartment and then handed April the phone and made her not only promise to meet up with him, a fat and angry-looking sleaze well into his fifties, the very next weekend but Dave also made her tell the guy what her address and phone numbers were so that he could track her down if she didn't show up.
The rest of the trip to Dave's apartment, April started to receive dick picks from the guy. He was well hung too. Unless he was doctoring the pics in some way, he had a long and thick looking, circumcised erection that appeared horribly bloated and packed with pulsing veins. There was even a piercing through his urethra.
Next, he sent her a short video of him shooting a huge load of spunk, more even that the cabbie had, all over a photograph of her. The photo appeared to be a screen shot from one of her studio VT's that he'd blown up and printed off.
And after that there were more and more frightening photos - of his collection of S&M gear laid out on a white table cloth - handcuffs, balls gags, ring gags, a horse bit gag, whips, paddles, anal beads, straps-ons. And all kinds of other horrible looking stuff.
Finally, he sent her a photo of himself, standing in front of a full-length mirror in a leather and chrome-straps gimp-style suit with a full latex mask and hood, nipple clamps, latex gloves and ass-less chaps. His cock jutted obscenely from a mass of chrome studded straps that fanned outward from his upper thighs and over his bulging fleshy belly. And above his fully erect flesh and blood cock, he had strapped on a second black rubber-looking dildo that was easily twice as thick as his own shaft and half as along again.
April was effectively terrified by the communications, and the unspoken promise that what he was sharing with her, he was planning to use on her during their date. She wondered just how she was getting herself into such of horrific goddamned mess, just so she could go home and sleep in her own bed tonight?
She didn't have any answers or any way out of any of this by the time she had stepped into Dave's apartment. He graciously allowed her to use his bathroom to clean herself up, and even poured her a triple Bourbon as well. She took it from his kitchen island, that he was leaning against, and gulped it down in one, grateful for the warm burn that slid down her throat and settled in her chest. She watched him watching her, still sporting the slicked-back black wavy hair and smartly suited and booted in his works' equivalent to a uniform. He was tanned, gym toned, with predatory bad-boy dark eyes that had turned her on at first, and now they just frightened her.
He abruptly turned and she saw the long line of cocaine on the counter top. He leaned down to it and hoovered it smoothly up his hooked nose in one fell swoop and then straightened up, staring at her with sudden dilated-eyed lust. He sniffed, wiped at the irritation within his nostrils and then he dropped one last bombshell.
"Here's your key."
He held out his open palm, showing her the familiar little aluminium key, and then closed his fist deliberately.
"But I'm getting something in return too, aren't I...? Right now, I mean."
It wasn't put as a question, but as a demand.
"Okay." April sighed. "Okay, Dave. But only if you give me enough cash for the subway home."
"Deal." He grinned and tossed her the key.
"Now then, you know what I want." He pointed extravagantly down to the floor at his feet.
"Get down there and suck."
Even before she started moving, he unbuckled his slender leather belt, slipped it from the loops and then unfasted the buttons and zipper of his expensive suit trousers and allowed them to drop down to his ankles.
April could see the shape of his obscenely erect cock tenting up the front of his silk boxer shorts, even bellying the slit in the front so that she could see a little of the blood-darkened tanned skin of his cock shaft, waiting for her mouth to pay it the proper tribute.
She was sore, tired and pissed off but she knew he wouldn't so much as let her leave before she satisfied him, and he could get quite aggressive when the cocaine-flavoured horn had a hold of him, so she dropped to her knees obediently and then slid the boxers down to his ankles.
He grabbed his cock and firmly slapped her across the face with it, causing audible dull thumping noises and leaving red marks on her flushed cheeks and smooth brow. And then he touched the bloated circumcised crown to her full lips.
However, his attention abruptly dipped before April opened her mouth for him.
"Ain't seen those titties in ages, babe. Haul 'em out and gimme some ‘a the good stuff."
April bit back a complaint about how the cabbie had already, only just recently, left marks on them and she was still sore. She knew he wouldn't care. He was already on the verge of unleashing his abusive side. She could see it in his big cruel eyes.
She unzipped her jumpsuit and shrugged it off until she was stripped to the waist then leaned back so Dave could stare down at her abused tits.
"Someone's had fun with those already!" He snapped, "Who?"
"Cabbie. When my purse got snatched, I was already in the car, and when he dropped me home and I didn't have the money, he... he made me..."
"Good lad! I'd fucked you if I'd been him..." He laughed. "Now then, get your throat working doll, make it energetic, I wanna see the titties bouncing."
She took his cock into her mouth easily, she was more than used the length and girth of this particular shaft, she'd been stuck on the end of it pretty much on a daily basis while they had been together.
He let her work on him, deep throating his seven inches until he decided he was well lubricated and then he pulled out pushed her onto her back on the floor, straddled her and pretty much identically to the way the taxi driver had done, started to fuck her tits.
"Ahh! Jesus Dave, be a bit more... Ow! Gentle, your hurting... ahh! Me!"
"What is it the Brits say? Grin and bear it!"
"It's stay calm and carry on... Owww!"
"Yeah, do that then!"
"Ahhh! Please Dave, it really hurts!" She pleaded "Would you maybe, put back in my mouth now?"
He growled a little, fucked her clenched tits a bit harder for a few seconds but finally let them go and impatiently dragged her back up so she was kneeling on his rug-covered flooring and hurriedly shoved his cock back into her mouth. Impatient, he grabbed her lustrous wavy auburn hair in both hands and started to aggressively fuck her face again, as though he was trying to catch up to the level of horniness and closeness to orgasm he had been at when she'd begged him to go back to her mouth.
April took his harsh throat-pounding as best she could, laving her tongue all around the bulging underside of his shaft, teasing him, making him feel good and all the while wondering if this had been a good idea after all.
His fists in her hair were pulling sharply at her roots, and twitching so that his manicured nails scraped at the skin of her scalp. However, she knew him, well remembered his sexual tells and knew he was literally seconds from coming.
And the very second the thought blossomed in her mind, he gave out a great cursing groan and April felt the spunk unfurling and unloading across her tongue. He unleashed one last uncontrolled thrust down her throat, dumping a thick hot, rope of slimy cum down her gullet and then pulled back and let her compliment his spunking cock with some hard sucking and tonguing action the way he always had done.
It had been the same action since their very first date. Which had begun with drinks at a bar, enough to drop April's defences, a quick meal with more drinks and then back to his for a nightcap, which led to some heavy making out that somehow ended up with April with her head in his lap. For like forty minutes. His hands on her head, controlling the pace and depth and holding off every chance she tried to make him cum, so she could get up out of the humiliating position. And after that first date there had been more or less daily recurrence for them. At least when it came to the drawn-out blow jobs and tit fucks.
Hefty, big, manly testicles finally and completely drained, and his flaccid penis obediently tongued and sucked clean, all part of the service he had insisted she perform from their very first date, Dave let go of her head and slipped his spongy, damp member out of her mouth and slipped it back into his suit trousers.
"Oh, fuck. You still know how to give great head don'cha you little slut." He said, grabbing hold of his wallet. "So how much you need...?"
"Just enough for the subway..." April replied, her voice hoarse and breathless from the harsh, pulverising deep throat. "Can I get a glass of water please?"
"Fridge..." He said, distracted by thoughts of money. "As you're gonna be doing me a solid at the weekend I'm gonna give you… A Benjamin."
He whipped out the hundred bill and slapped it down on the counter.
"Now then, as you've got me all wound up and ready for a big night..."
April, with a bottle of water at her lips froze in sudden fear. She knew what was coming. And yet there was no way she wanted to stay over at an ex's getting fucked all night. She was tired and just wanted to go home to her bed and her cuddly plush-Totoro.
"...I'm gonna halfta get my new girlfriend round, spend the rest of tonight ripping up her virgin shitter! You got me in the mood babe... I'm horny as fuck and I can feel my balls refilling as we speak!"
Ignoring his crass verbal boasting, April drained the water bottle and tossed it into his recycling bin, then spent a silent moment using a kitchen towel to gently wipe down her tender breasts, throat and midriff, before she zipped up her jumpsuit again. All the while she kept half an eye on Dave, watching him texting rapidly on his iPhone as he prattled on.
"I got this hot little intern on the hook. I say intern... She's some kind of work-experience chick. Not even seventeen yet. Skinny and blonde, real tight body. Real top-shelf jail bait piece. Dimwits put me in charge of her. First thing I do is drop a wad of cash on the floor of my office. Let her pick it up and pocket it, as I knew she would. Then I show her the video evidence, tell her I have her bang to rights. She tries to give it back but you know... no fucking chance! So, the next thing I do is I let her stew for a half hour, and then, while I'm showing her were the completed client folders go in storage, I whip my python out, push her down and made her suck it."
"She was terrified at first but I got a sneaky look at her file, got my IT guy to hack the school, and she's got such a low average and a real bad record that she's this far from getting kicked out. Sweet deal. I made it clear that she gotta keep me happy or else... Well you get the idea..."
April rolled her eyes, reminded why had had broken up with him, while at the same time kicking herself for not doing it earlier. They'd dated for a whole damned year! Unfortunately, by the end, he had all that stuff on her and he could use it against her. And weirdly because of that, he told her she was the one piece of ass he trusted above all others. She had assumed he was going to use it to have access to her body whenever he felt like it but he hadn't. He just used it so he could confess his illegal shit to her without fear of being shopped to the cops.
"...I fucked her six times on her first day. It was fucking sweet! I have her just about permanently under my desk, sucking my dick. Fucking sixteen years-old! She's got a sweet mouth too, sucks like a Dyson, and she makes these fantastic wet choking noises when I'm ramming her throat. And that sixteen-year-old pussy...? Mmmmm tight as a fucking squirrel."
"I promised her tomorrow I was gonna fuck her in the ass, but I'm gonna do it tonight... And tomorrow.... See, I realised, if I plough her ass here, good and hard, she can scream the place down and no one will hear her. By the morning she'll be well used to it, still be shitting my cum when she's back in school... Then again, I don't want her to be too used to it..."
He shrugged and then sniggered a little. Then his phone pinged and he read a reply to his text and then started texting again, with a happy smirk on his face.
"Told her to sneak out of her mom's place and take a cab over here, and promise the cabbie a bonus if he gets her here in less than twenty minutes... Now should the bonus be cash or one of her blowjobs? I got her over a barrel ain't I, so she knows she'll have to do it if I tell her... Guess I'll decide when she gets here. I'll text you what I end up deciding."
"Great..." April replied, shutting the apartment door behind her and taking the elevator down to the lobby, feeling dirty and tired and sore.
It almost felt like the filth of the city infected its inhabitants, made them sinful, immoral, depraved. Predators. It seemed to stick to the others too, affect even those good people who tried to live morally, those people who turned the other cheek, and looked away. Instead of standing up to immorality. Just as she was. What was that saying they taught her at school?
"Knoweth to do good and yet doeth it not, that is sin." Something like that. Not flagging up sin and illegal stuff that you witness is itself immoral. But what could she do? If the stuff Dave had on her did get out, though maybe not strictly illegal, would certainly destroy her career and her reputation. She'd lose her apartment and be out on the street. And then what? With her looks and figure, it didn't bare thinking about.
The walk to the subway was exhausting, the wind had whipped up and the rain, though light, was driving and coming down at forty-five degrees, practically right into her face. She zipped up her rain-mac, the zipper working for once, but it was only crotch length anyway, so it wasn't long before her legs were soaked and the lower half of the jumpsuit was clinging to her icy skin.
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