Teaching a Bitch a Lesson
Date: 6/11/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, BDSM, Oral Sex / Blowjob, BDSM, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Interracial, Straight Sex, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Rape, First Time, Author: Lucky Mann, Source: sexstories.com
I have restricted the comment section to members only due to the abuse of spammers and other idiots. Please feel free to PM your comments to me. Lucky Mann Teaching A Bitch A Lesson It was 5:00 AM. My overnight shift as security supervisor at a large warehouse complex was nearly over. I sat at my desk beginning the required paperwork before my shift ended. Just two more hours and I’d be off for a three-day weekend. It had been a cold and windy night with nothing to break the monotony of my routine. Security work can be exciting at times, but usually it’s just lonely and boring. Someone staggering across the parking lot caught my attention. Except for an occasional trucker, no one was expected or allowed on warehouse property at that time of day. The intruder must have been dropped off somewhere near the front of the warehouse complex. Since the warehouses are located a few miles out of town, it was unlikely this stranger had found my work site accidentally. Obviously either drunk or high on some drug, the stranger took a purposeful but zig-zag course across the lot toward the Security Office door. The intruder seemed to know where they wanted to go but couldn’t navigate well enough to get there. The visitor was dressed in blue jeans and a dark colored hooded sweatshirt. The hood of the sweatshirt was pulled up and covered the visitor’s head. The sweatshirt and its hood prevented me from getting much of a description of the wearer. The office door opened and the subject ... stepped in. I could then see my visitor was a young, light-skinned, Hispanic, female. She was about 5'4" or 5" and had a slender build. Though the company I worked for employed several Hispanic workers, I didn’t recognize this woman. Besides, no one, other than myself, was authorized to be on company property overnight. So, it was unlikely she had any legitimate reason to be here. As the lady jerked open the Security Office door, I smiled at her and said. “Good morning. May I help you?” She immediately began yelling in Spanish and waving her arms around in the air. She reeked of alcohol and was somewhat unstable on her feet. “No comprende Espanola.” (I don’t understand Spanish). “Se habla English?” (Do you speak English?) I asked. With the exception of just a few other words, that’s pretty much the extent of my Spanish. I feel that since I’m an American, in America, and the language of America is English, I have no need, or desire, to learn Spanish, or any other foreign language. The young lady only seemed to get more agitated. She got louder and leaned forward supporting herself on my desk. “Lady, calm down, and I will try to help you.” I told her. She slammed her purse down on my desk and continued her unintelligible tirade. Using verbal commands and hand signs my German Shepard dog understands, I pointed to a chair against the far wall and firmly told her. “No! Silencio!” My loud stern voice stopped her ranting for a few seconds. “Sit! Stay!” I sternly commanded while using my ...