EXTRACT FOR
Tishala's Adventures
(Alice Ebuya)

"Nice tits for a whore."

The driver spoke English, another ex-patriot she told herself, the Spanish coast had become home to hundreds of thousands of foreigners.

"Thanks." she replied softly and saw him grin.

"You speak English."

Tishala nodded and moved closer to his window as he beckoned. Confidently he reached out and squeezed a breast before tracing his fingertips down her stomach to hook a pair into her sodden pussy, pulling her closer.

"You're a bit fat," he commented as his fingers wriggled deeper, "But still sexy. Yeah, OK!" he declared, clearly his mind made up. "Ten Euros, and for that I want an hour, a nice blow job, before I fuck your cunt and ass." Tishala nodded as Alan's instructions repeated softly in her mind, I am not allowed to refuse anything.

The man grinned wider. "And," he added, "I want to watch you fuck your pussy with a beer bottle, I want you to ram it in... all the way."

Tishala shot a nervous glance to where she knew Alan was watching, then nodded again. "I will." she confirmed.

"Love those big nipples, I'm gonna bite them hard."

Tishala nodded again and closed her eyes as his hooked fingers dragged her against the sun baked paintwork of his car. It burned as her breasts smeared against the roof and her thighs pressed against the door.

"Oh yeah, I think I can have a lot of fun with a willing slut like you," he chuckled softly, "In fact, I think I'm gonna need more than an hour."

***

Dropping into the passenger seat Tishala stared directly ahead as he pulled away from the kerb. She didn't want to look behind, she knew that Alan would be following.

I wonder how often this man comes here to pick up hookers? She asked silently as she debated once again how she had ended up degrading herself so completely. He doesn't look like the kind of guy who would struggle to get women. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way, probably early to mid thirties with a strong jaw and thick blonde hair. Blue eyes too she noted, it was a feature that she liked. Several of Adam's friends were blonde, and she loved the way their deep blue eyes seemed to sparkle and smoulder as they grunted and groaned above her, pounding her gaping pussy as hard as they could.

"I'm gonna call you Tamara." he said as a hand sneaked to the side, his fingers gripping and pinching her nipple as the car turned abruptly onto the waste ground. 

Tishala looked down to watch her nipple deform under his vice-like grip, then nodded. "My name is Tamara. You can call me anything that you want."

"Good girl," he replied, "Now, here we are."

He had pulled the car between two massive heaps of broken concrete, they were hidden, and directly ahead lay a jumble of rusting railings that had been torn up from some other development and dumped to rot away in the salt air.

"Get out Tamara," he said quietly, "I'm gonna tie you up, just like we always used to do."

He is reliving memories she realised as he led her to the railings and began to bind her wrists. I will be helpless! Alan's face appeared in her mind, and she relaxed a fraction, she had to obey, and anyway, she shouldn't feel threatened because she knew that he was watching, she would be safe even if the blonde wrapping ropes around her limbs did turn out to be some kind of psychopath.

The position wasn't very comfortable, Tishala found herself bending forward over the twisted steel rails, her feet apart and her ass thrust back. She understood that he was going to take her from behind, doggy style as the guys who rode her regularly always said.

My pussy and ass, just as he insisted. This is the perfect position.

"Now Tamara, this time you cannot run away from me. Now I will take what I wanted, what you promised me before you proved so false."

This girl Tamara must have lied to him, maybe she used him, promising him sex but never delivering.

He stood in front of her and grinned. Tishala watched as he unbuckled his belt, she wasn't nervous any more, in fact, she reluctantly admitted that she was actually beginning to enjoy herself a little.

"You can't tease me any more Tamara." he whispered as he tugged his zip. "You can't escape, you have to keep your promises now."

It was confirmation of what she had guessed, he must have fallen heavily for the woman, maybe even loved her, and then she had run away from him... deserted him.

"Are you ready?"

Tishala nodded as he shuffled closer to her face. And then she gasped. Shock and horror! He dropped his pants and revealed a monster of gargantuan proportions, and in an instant she understood why Tamara had run.

The man was massive, not just in length, because his girth also took her breath away. Even at home, amongst the many suitors that had followed her around she had never seen one even close to matching his size.

"You look shocked." he said quietly as he pressed the swollen end against her lips. Tishala opened her mouth, he pressed forward.

It's too big she cried inside as the shiny glans stretched the corners of her mouth. She had opened as wide as she could, and still he was struggling to force the end past her teeth. It was then that a terrifying realisation struck her.

I didn't just agree to a blow job, I also said he could have my ass and pussy!

If she couldn't stretch her mouth wide enough to take him in... then what possibility her pussy could cope. And my ass she groaned, how could her back passage handle such a monster. She was always reluctant to agree to anal because she had heard too many horror stories of girls so stretched that they leaked, she couldn't face that prospect, so anal was restricted to only those of Adam's friends who begged her for it, and weren't big enough to do any lasting damage.

But this is something I can't escape she told herself, then hoped that Alan would soon come charging to her rescue, because this was beyond prostitution, this was beyond submission. It would be easier to fuck a donkey she groaned, then closed her eyes as he began to pound her mouth, each thrust teasing her gag reflex, and testing her resolve.