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#17 of Short Smuts
There isn't a lot of context to this one. I started off wanting to write a Robin Hood cuckolding fanfic, but got bored of the idea, so instead I just wrote a story segment of an alligator chef fucking one his vixen waitresses. It turned out decent enough for me to feel alright with posting it.
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"Come on now, Kathy, don't fight it." He grunted and shoved her harder into the bathroom wall. No one was going to be able to hear them like this! Kathy knew she and him were the only ones left in the restaurant. The alligator's hand gripped her muzzle tighter as he pinned her to the wall with the weight of his larger frame.
The vixen felt his hand pawing at her ass until she felt her skirt being lifted. Kathy started kicking until she got a heel planted into one of the gator's shins, making him cuss. He yanked her head back and together with his hips he slammed both her head and pelvis into the wall.
"I can break you, Kathy. Do I have to get mean with you tonight?" He growled down at her and she froze in fear. Her ears were ringing and she started crying. "Shake your head for 'no', Kathy."
Kathy shook her head through her tears and she felt him lean in right close to her ear. The hot breath of the alligator exhaled a few words to her, and she felt her heart sink to the bottom of her core. "If you do what I say, I'll teach you what a man should be doing to his women. If you keep fighting me I'll make sure your boyfriend troubles will be the least of your worries."
No longer struggling against the big gator behind her she nodded her head against his tightened grip. "That mean you're going to be a good girl, Kathy?" He asked, and she nodded again. He could do exactly as he threatened. There wasn't enough strength in her petite little body to fight him, and no one around to help her. The vixen didn't have a choice but to let his hand grab the back of her skirt and pull it up over her ass. The tears continued to flow fast and hot as he yanked her panties down.
"Now we're both in a bit of a pickle." He growled to her more affectionately as a strong hand groped and massaged one of her asscheeks. "Once I'm done with you I bet you'll be thinking pretty differently of me."
She'd have laughed and cussed him out if she had the freedom to. He pulled up on her tail and she reluctantly kept it lifted and out of the way. "Which means if I don't want any trouble out of you I best do a good job of fucking you silly, right Kathy?"
Kathy's tears were becoming as hot as the anger boiling within her. Why was he doing this, he was such a good man! He'd never given her reason to think- his thumb pressed into her backside and she squealed into his hand as she tried jerking away. No, not there! Why was he doing this!
"If I fuck you here, your boyfriend won't ever know, I bet. A good girl like you wouldn't have any experience back there." He told her and chuckled and dug his thumb into her deeper despite her protests. "Now, I'm going to destroy this tight little pucker of yours so good not only will you not call the cops, but the next time I get you alone I won't have to rape you to get up your asshole a second time."
Fuck you! She wanted to scream as the blunt and thick digit wiggled around in her ass. She glared as fiercely as she could at him, but the running mascara and red of her tearful eyes hardly made her look intimidating. "Don't believe me?" He asked and she didn't bother gesturing. Only a hot glare answered him.
He chuckled and she gasped with relief when his thumb left her anus. Kathy could hear the rustling of fabric as he extracted himself. The vixen was already bracing herself for whatever he was going to rape her with. With tightly shut eyes she felt something blunt brush against the fur of her ass. "Here we go, Kathy, the cock that'll teach you how much a good girl you can be."
She jerked and instantly started fighting him again. The thing, the monster behind her, was huge! Kathy felt fresh tears run down her cheeks as something obscene pressed against her asshole with unrelenting force until she screamed into his hand. The gator chuckled and grunted with exertion as he pushed up at her ass.
"Damn, little girl. Vixens are always tight, but I figured you'd be a little looser than this." He reached over to their right and she saw his hand grab at the bottle of hand soap on the sink. He picked it up and lifted it out of view, but she could still hear him pump the plastic bottle several times before he tossed it into the bowl of the sink. The wet schlicking noise of lube being applied filled the little bathroom and for a brief moment his cock left her asshole before being replaced with a wet and cool sensation added. "That should work, shouldn't it Kathy?"
She screamed again as his cock once more battered her entrance until, with the help of the soapy lube, started to open her up by the millimeter. Her eyes were bulging wide as she shook from tip to toe. Kathy couldn't do anything to stop him, she was helpless, no one could save her. The gator had his cockhead buried in her and she silently wept as he kept shoving more of his obscenity up inside her.
The sensation of him penetrating her so deep was such a foreign one that she forgot to scream. The overload to her senses was such that the only things registering inside her mind was the odd feeling of her internal organs being shifted about as the monstrous alligator member made its brutish way through her bowel and colon.
Whatever pain she felt was dull and in the background. Is this what happens when people die, she wondered. A loss of sensation when logic dictated that she should have been feeling explosions of pain. The gator groaned over her and licked her across one of her ears.
Kathy felt the front of her stomach pushing out before she felt his hips touch her ass. By the time he'd hilted himself up her backdoor there was a noticeable bulge in her tummy she didn't need to look down to notice. "That's a good girl."
He let go of her muzzle, but she had nothing to say or scream. "That's a very good girl, Kathy."
"Now," he started to say and paused to lick her across the face. The vixen was left muted as the massive cock speared up inside her left her speechless. The tears she had were long since dry. She had none left to shed. "I'm going to fuck you so good that you're going to want seconds."
Kathy would have cussed him out, but his hips started moving and pulled her insides along with him. The suction of his pull out was so powerful she actually felt things inside her move. A weak grunt escaped her lips and was quickly followed by another as he pushed back inside her. The only noises her ruined and defiled body were capable of making were little grunts from her mouth and a wet sucking motion from his cock pistoning in and out of her asshole slowly.
Nothing he could have said could have broken her mindset from one of hot anger, but everything his cock was telling her was blunting the edge of the knife she'd need to get away, cry out, anything that would have helped her in her situation. Like a crude hammer on a hot sword his pistoning dick was falling on malleable tender steel that was being shaped by every stroke of his hips.
"S-stop," Kathy forced the words, but they were weak and hardly threatening. "Please."
The vixen turned to pleading. Threats of violence were out of the question. The gator hilted himself again and this time she felt a stronger burst of sensation. At that moment of peak 'fullness' she felt something hot appear inside her.
"Can't do that, Kathy. You've given me a job to do, and I'm only now just starting to leak." He grunted in her and slid himself back before quickly thrusting back in to hilt here once more. She squeaked and fell silent as her eyes bulged suddenly at the hot gush of something inside her guts. The vixen managed to squirm, but the gator held her in place and forced her tighter to the wall. "Nah ah, you stay put while I lube you up with pre. I know you can feel it."
Pre? Kathy felt another splash of heat inside her just as he was pulling back again. He was leaking in her? It felt like he was putting more than her boyfriend could ever shoot in her pussy, just judging by the heat alone! It was so hot feeling she couldn't believe it was coming from an alligator!
"No..." she tried, but gave up on doing anything more than whimper the word. There wasn't anything she could do. The warmth was spreading inside her, coating her inner walls and slickening her passage. His thrusts were coming faster and more easily as his pre lubed her up more and more along with the gooey gel of the hand soap.
"You'll thank me, Kathy. Just you wait." He growled real low and slipped his cock so far out of her that she felt hollowed out. All that remained in her abused and ruined asshole was the end of his dick, and with a loud grunt the gator slammed his hips hard into her and her pelvis slapped the tiled wall. She yelped and threw her head back.
The gator grabbed her by both arms and pressed her chest to the wall and placed his snout right besides hers. His chest, broad as it was, mashed up against her back and she was trapped. The gator hammered her from below with hard strikes of his hips until she was yelling and whining helplessly. All throughout the assault she felt the hot splashing of additional pre coat and fill her guts while the subtle burn of him wrecking her insides was replaced by a squishy pleasure.
The girthy bulbous cock the gator was spearing up her cunt was rubbing through the tender and thin barrier of flesh that separated her cunt and her ass. So huge was his prick, in fact, that with every stroke, in and out alike, she felt the underside of his shaft run laps over her gspot.
Kathy's boyfriend always knotted her pussy when they made love, and she would cum every time when it knocked on her gspot. What the gator was feeding her colon was so much more intense. The thick tube of flesh that made up the gator's urethra could have been a cock on it's on for any other man. The vixen didn't even get to see it before it was so roughly crammed inside her, but all her senses were painting a very vivid picture of its size in her mind.
"I think you're starting to get the picture, Kathy." He growled into her ear and slipped his hands off her arms to wrap her around the chest in an embrace. No longer being pressed to the cold wall was a relief, but the bear hug he had her in was worse than the wall. His larger frame had her completely contained with his strong arms gripping her tight.
The gator stood upright and the vixen found her feet no longer touched the floor. He'd hung her on his cock like a hat on a rack. Kathy dropped her head until her chin rested on his forearm. She could see, just barely see over the green arms holding her up, the not so subtle bulge in her tummy where the end of his cock was busy injecting more hot pre into her backside.
He pulled himself back and the gentle bulge vanished. The suction overtook her senses along with the feeling of that bulbous tube stroking her gspot, then as expected he crammed his cock back in her by dropping her smaller body down onto his dick. She actually watched her stomach bulge again with his prick. "W-why!"
She yelped out her plea. Why was he doing this? He was breaking her! She was just a normal vixen. A waitress with a normal life, a normal boyfriend, why-
"To fix your worries, Kathy." The gator interrupted her thoughts with a growl then lifted her quick until she felt the end of his dick threaten to leave her backdoor. She had a brief moment to stare at the fluorescent light overhead before she was brutally slammed back down until she was again hollowed out with dick. His nuts, the first time she felt them, slapped up at her cheeks and they felt like warm cans of soda. Big heavy orbs full of a volume of spunk she dared not try to imagine.
She was left mute again as her eyes saw pure white light as her body failed to compute the sensation of her gspot being punched like that. The bathroom came back into view and she had no idea if she'd even uttered a single noise from being dropped on his cock like that. "Call it stress relief." He growled and started lifting and dropping her as he rocked his hips beneath her.
His body fucked her smaller frame roughly with little short thrusts that shook her legs and arms and made her teeth click together. Kathy gritted her teeth to keep from biting her tongue, but a moan escaped her lips and she couldn't stop it. There was nothing she could do but moan and pant as the pistoning weapon destroying her pucker abused her pussy at the same time.
Kathy was in another place. Her mind was fogged up with the pleasure echoing from her loins and the literal gut twisting presence of the spear impaling her every other second. The vixen was no longer processing information like a normal person. She was just a receiver of stimuli, sensation, a fat cock, and an ever growing supply of a man's precum, a man that was betraying her trust in him, slickening up her passage until it was dribbling down the gator's balls to drip to the floor.
"Yeah, Kathy, that's my good girl." He grunted into her ear as her moans turned louder and morphed into quick pants and whines. The gator expertly shifted his pace up a hair and Kathy's pussy exploded. The vixen was a minor squirter at the best of times with her past partners, but what hit the bathroom floor under the gator's skilled guidance was more than she ever knew possible, not that she was aware of it. All the vixen could comprehend was that she just had an orgasm, which had her screaming long and loud as the gator started to chuckle with amusement. "There you go, Kathy."
"Please..." Kathy, the poor vixen, whimpered as her body shook from its climax. She needed him to stop, but her pussy wanted...
The gator hoisted her up and let his cock slip free of her abused hole. The suction of his exit was rapidly replaced with the overwhelming sensation of emptiness as air rushed to fill the vacuum. Empty. Kathy felt utterly empty and before she could realize anything further she was being sat down over the toilet. She fell forward and limp over the tank as her ass and pussy dripped juice and pre into the bowl. Had he finally had his fill? Would she be given her freedom back?
"I bet that felt real good, didn't it Kathy?" He asked her nicely and she felt his strong hands rub her shoulders from behind. She lied and shook her head as her cheek met the the top of the porcelain tank. He chuckled. "Strong will in you, ain't there?"
She listened and heard him kneel down behind her. His arm slipped around her and she felt his fingers begin to play with her cunt. She whined, but lacked the strength to put up even a token resistance. "Please..." She again tried to say. Kathy wanted to appeal to him, to his better judgement, to the person she thought she knew him to be.
"Let me help you along." He growled soft and smooth at her. His voice rumbled like a purr. She could feel her clit being teased and seduced by his thick yet dexterous fingers. The vixen wouldn't last long, she knew this. No more tears left, but her pussy would drool more yet. She endured his fingers for a few minutes until she felt her muscles spasm and she let out another long whimper as her eyes rolled back in time for her pussy to clamp down at nothing as the gator rubbed her into her second orgasm.
"I haven't cum yet, Kathy." He growled as his hand left her pussy. She whimpered in reply. "Do you want me to cum in you?"
She shook her head. He chuckled again and stood. The vixen could hear him step around and fish the 'lube' back out of the sink. She knew the sound of lubing a cock by now. When he returned to her and lifted her off the toilet she was ready for whatever abuse he had in store for her.
Her chin, caught now in his hand, was tilted back and she was made to stare into his eyes. He smiled gently down at her, but she couldn't smile back. She would have looked pitiful, pathetic, exhausted. Slowly, gently he maneuvered her upwards so her chest was pressed against his own. Cradled against him with one strong arm behind her back her legs dangled freely as he felt around for his still rigid prick. Kathy felt him press himself between her thighs and she could do nothing to stop his skillful aim.
The head of his cock brushed against her cunt and slipped past it so his fingers could push it against her gaped pucker. It slipped inside, and the vixen didn't even utter a whine. Up her tunnel the thick tool slid. There was so much soap and precum in her asshole, and so much more soap on his dick, that there was hardly any friction to give him any trouble.
Her feeling of hollowness vanished and the bulge in her stomach returned. Her eyes blinked in response as her mouth opened to make a silent gasp. Now, the gator having impaled her once again, used both arms to wrap her tight in a hug before he turned himself around to press her back to the sheetrock wall.
"Let's see how long you last." He whispered into her ear while rubbing his face against hers. She turned her head away, defeated, as the gator started thrusting up inside her body. She'd been ruined, abused, reamed, hollowed out. Kathy felt emotionally wrung dry. All she could do was let him hump into her asshole while a low rumble grew out from the barrel of his chest.
His growling was like a purr and it rumbled through his chest and into hers like a vibration. From between his teeth came masculine grunts as the gator gave himself over to the pleasure. The vixen had never been with him in bed before, but somehow she knew instinctively the noises and manners of a man bringing himself to orgasm. He wasn't fucking her for her pleasure, but for his. At least, she thought that. Her own body felt ripe and hot even though she'd already been forced to cum twice. She couldn't possibly cum a third time. If she did she'd want to cry. She shouldn't possibly cum from this! Kathy couldn't!
The sheetrock behind her started to creak from the force of his thrusts and the gator pulled her away so she sat suspended over the floor by the pillar of his dick. The vixen felt her stomach lurch as he hoisted her high then dropped her down hard. He bottomed out and she let out a yelp. A powerful surge of sensation echoed through her the same as that powerful purring that rumbled from his chest.
"Gonna pump your guts full, Kathy." The gator grunted hard and began to thrust and bounce her more vigorously. She could feel his dick slip and slide easily inside her. The vixen knew her asshole was clamping down as hard as it could. The only reason he had such an easy time was because he was so well lubed.
"No..." She whimpered, but her voice began to come out of her in pants instead of words. She felt so hot, her body was betraying her. The vixen wasn't suppose to enjoy this! Her boss was raping her, but why was she getting closer to having another orgasm! "Please!"
"Here's an idea." The gator grunted and yanked his cock free of her. The sudden disappearance of his prick made her gasp and she heard the sound of soap and pre pelt the floor under her. She discovered her legs had turned to jelly when she was lowered until her feet touched the floor. She had no strength to support herself. He turned her around and he moved her so she saw their reflections in the little bathroom mirror over the sink.
She was made to watch as he lifted her up again. Seeing him aim his dick again made her shake her head in despair. It squeezed back inside her and she saw her eyes flutter at the penetration. She lost sight of the mirror as her eyes tilted up to the ceiling.
Kathy recovered in time to see the gator put her in a headlock with one arm, and used the other to grope down at her cunt to slip in two thick fingers. Her clit, flush with hot vixen blood, was trapped between his two digits. She whined as he started fucking her again. Kathy could see the bulge in her petite stomach vanish and reappear as he pounded her asshole with every bounce he made her endure.
Her arms and legs dangled as her cunt dripped and drooled over the floor. She couldn't look away from her own reflection. The sight of her being fucked by the gator was so horrible and foreign her eyes were simply glued to the mirror. The gator started rubbing his fingers in and out of her cunt, which roughly stroked her clit at the same time.
"I've been savin' this up, Kathy!" He started grunted in her ear. His thrusts were coming faster and rougher. "Been saving it up for today!"
Kathy squirted. Her whole body betrayed her and she sprayed cum all across the floor as his fingers flew across her clit and into her cunt like a blur. He made her come, and her body happily delivered. She hated herself. Kathy felt sick, but she was looking at her cunt drool and sprinkle her juice down onto the floor while her mouth hung open to pant and cry out in orgasm. She looked like a whore and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
It was like she'd become locked inside someone else's body. It wasn't her anymore in the mirror. This woman was clinging to the gator's arms desperately. Her legs were spreading themselves on their own as she was violently penetrated, horribly violated, in her loose whorish asshole. She was wailing and moaning like a cheap hooker that loved every moment of her filthy job. Kathy knew she wasn't this person! The gator started to growl low and deep and the rumble in his chest grew until she felt it reverberate within her own like an echo.
He pulled his hand off her cunt and grabbed her by the chin and made her look in the mirror while his wicked grin grew to show all his pearly deadly teeth. The gator started jackhammering her hard, but with such skill that even as she watched his hips slam up against her he managed to hold her own body rock steady in the mirror, until finally with one brutal thrust to finish with, he buried himself inside her as deeply and firmly as he could manage. Kathy's eyes fluttered for a moment and threatened to roll back like some coked up whore in a snuff film before she regained control of herself, some small part of herself, and saw the bulge of his cock in her tummy reach its apex.
Kathy could feel his dick flex and jerk inside her like a lifter's muscle growing taut as steel in a show of prowess. New waves of sensation flooded her insides with liquid heat as the gator continued to growl long and low behind her until the echo from her chest began to spread to her teeth and rattled in her ears. It was too much to bare! She started shaking again, uncontrollably. Her eyes were locked onto the version of herself in the mirror that couldn't possibly be the real her! Another orgasm claimed her senses against her will and she couldn't keep her filthy whore mouth shut! She was wailing in bliss and her ears didn't even fold back in shame. She looked happy in the mirror and yet she had not one tear left to shed for the person she used to be. The old Kathy could not cry as the new Kathy erupted a messy string of juice from her cunt to add to the already copious amount of sticky fluids coating the filthy floor. And his terrible cum kept pumping side her! The heat grew within her and spread throughout her gut and it did not seem to her that his dick wasn't slowing down! The new Kathy reveled in this filthy truth. The old Kathy had nothing left to say. Her mouth was left hoarse as the whore in her loudly wailed out her lust for the gator's filthy prick.
In the mirror, she thought the bulge in her tummy was fading away, as subtle contours were softening slowly, but that was in fact a lie. The pressure in her gut was growing as she felt his heat squirt and flood into deeper places inside herself. She could now see her tummy was being forced to expand slightly as the gator unloaded everything he had to give her. Kathy started choking. It felt like her guts were inflating to accommodate his horrible volume. Her lungs felt tight and she struggled to breathe.
How much? Her wailing stopped and she began to stare at the ceiling. The gator was hugging her so tight it hurt. The pressure in her asshole was reach a crescendo. It was too much! Kathy felt full, she felt like he was going to keep cumming until something would be forced to break inside her. She could no longer see, the world went black as her eyes rolled back beneath her eyelids and finally, mercifully, the gator yanked his cock from her abused hole and she could hear, over the sound of his labored panting, the splatter and clap of liquid hitting the floor in a deluge.
Kathy was worthless. She was a whore. The gator had raped her and she'd tried to fight him, but he won. The gator did more than win. He made her into a whore that loved everything he'd done to her. The old Kathy was blacking out from despair. She couldn't deal with what was being done to her. The new Kathy was smiling. The vixen in the mirror was still clinging tightly the gator's arms as her asshole continued to drain out the cum he'd brutally injected her with. Panting and whining happily as he chuckled down at her from behind. The vixen in the mirror looked nothing like the woman Kathy remembered herself to be.
A few days later she'd been scheduled to work another late night shift. Kathy didn't know what she was supposed to do after that night. She hadn't told anyone yet. Not a soul. Her shame burned her red and raw just thinking about what had happened. She flipped from anger to sorrow back and forth and little of it was directed at him. It was at herself. Her boyfriend even noticed she was acting differently. She couldn't tell him! Every time she saw herself in the mirror she saw... her! The woman she wasn't suppose to be. It was imprinted in her mind and she could not make the image go away. It was a filthy tattoo etched into her soul.
When she'd gone into work the next day it was like everything was back to normal. Everyone acted normal. He acted normal. The gator was the friendly sweet man again just like she remembered him to be. Like she knew him to be. Her thoughts were confused. The image of him that night and the sight of him in the light of day as he labored in the kitchen could not be overlayed onto one another. Two people. The smell of his cooking that filled the kitchen wasn't the odor of the cum and soap that flooded the restroom. His gentle smile and warm voice was nothing like the terrible rumbling growl of his orgasm.
It was now only a few days later. Just a few short days and yet the world seemed as it was suppose to be. It was almost like everything that had happened simply didn't happen. The gator did not act as if... As the day wore on she grew more and more anxious. She was going to work the night shift again, just like before. Would she be alone with him when it was time for her to clock out? Her heart could not remain calm as the minutes became hours. The hands of the clock turned and clicked so loudly that she could hear them as clearly as her own heartbeat.
On her lunch break he asked her if she could make sure that the break room was swept out and that the dining table in the breakroom was wiped down. That'd make her one of the last people to leave. The gator would be there with her alone.
A few of her coworkers asked her if she was ok, and she hide her anxiety and blew off their concerns as nothing. "Just not feeling that well."
The restaurant became painfully silent when the last person clocked out to leave. The new guy, a busboy, bid her farewell and left out the back door to the employee parking lot. He was still in the kitchen, the gator. Her hand trembling slightly as she wiped off the table top where she and her coworkers would eat their lunches.
"Kathy?" He asked her from behind and she jumped. She felt his broad and strong hands rest over her shoulders.
"Y-yes? Yes sir?" She whispered. They were the only two people there.
"You haven't been looking very good the last few days, Kathy. I hope you're doing alright." He told her softly and started gently rubbing her shoulders. His voice was the warm and sweet one she'd become fond of since started to work for him as a waitress.
"I'm alright." She said. Her nerves trembled through her voice.
"Well, I think I know something that'll make you feel better, even if you don't think you need it." He told her with his chin slipping over her shoulder to rub his cheek against hers. Kathy started shaking as she saw his broad tongue lick his lips. She felt the bulge in his pants press against her behind as his hands reached low to slide down her sides and to the curve of her hips.
Kathy's cunt was already sopping wet and soaking her inner thighs before the gator's fingertips could even reach the hem of her skirt. The old Kathy wanted to resist, but the new Kathy was lifting her tail with excitement.