Prim and Proper No More

Claire Younge logged into roleplaying chat room 117 late at night, long after her parents had gone to sleep. The first chime from a chat window sent her heart racing, even before reading the message, which happened to read: "asl, nude pics?" Claire rolled her eyes and closed the window without response. Everyone was looking for a piece of skin she had no intention of displaying for anyone but her future love. She kept a single picture of herself on her profile, seductive but not slutty.

She examined her picture closely, surprised that she was able to hold such a pose. Claire was nineteen years old, nearly twenty now. She was Asian, and petit compared to girls of other races but still quite pretty. Her hair was chestnut brown, very long, nearly reaching her cute, heart shaped ass. Her skin was a soft tanned pigment. She was far from a sexual being, but Claire knew she was attractive, even if her parent's would not allow her to explore that side of herself. At the moment she wore tiny white shorts and a white tank top.

Another message sprung to life on her screen from 'monster_cock_4_u' reading: "want to watch me cum all over your picture?" Claire visibly blushed, though no one was there to see it. Again she closed the window, feeling terribly self-conscious. Growing up, her parents had been protective, to put it politely. She was raised to study and get a good job, and men would come 'later'. With each passing year, 'later' never seemed to come. So, at last, at the recommendation of her friends Claire decided to try talking to men with the help of the Internet.

"Hello Claire, I read your profile and saw your picture and I wanted to say that I think you are very charming." This from Isk_Ask. He went on, typing, "I'd love to get to know you better. I have a picture of myself on my profile. I eagerly await your response." Claire smiled, and quickly clicked on the link to this man's profile. In a second Isk_Ask's profile was on her screen. His name was Isaak, age 21, from her own city. From his picture he was very good looking, like a model – white, toned body, blond hair, blue eyes.

She licked her dry lips before responding, "Hello." Was all she could think to type? She mentally kicked herself.

However, Isaak did not seem to lose interest, "I am so glad that you responded, I would have thought an attractive girl like yourself would be flooded with message boxes."

Claire was soon falling for this man she had never met. It was weird, she knew that, but she had never met someone who had taken such a sincere interest in her before. "It's my pleasure to talk with someone so polite." She replied. Not quite sure his intentions, she let him continue.

"I noticed that you live in the same city as I do. I was wondering if you had heard of the Discount Inn?" he said quickly after her response.

The teen thought for a moment, recalling the shady motel. Innocently she answered, "Yes, it's only a few blocks away from where I live."

Quickly, another messaged flashed on the screen, "I know this is very forward of me, but perhaps we could meet and have a coffee across the street from the inn and maybe get to know each other better. I find talking online chatting to be so limiting. And, if things go well, maybe more..."

Claire's heart was racing faster than ever as she considered his suggestion. She had never been with a man before, not so intimately. She began to type a response...

Then there was a noise from upstairs, the cracking of the floorboards above in her parents' room. In a breath she shut off her computer and dove under the covers of her bed, heart pounding from fear and excitement in her chest. She lay silent for several seconds, listening and waiting. She knew if she were caught online at this hour, in a chat room no less, there would be consequences.

After a few seconds she heard the toilet flush and her parents return to bed. After a long sigh she let go of the sheets and lay back comfortably, with the silver moonlight on her exposed skin. Claire trembled with new feelings of excitement, not knowing how to react to her newfound curiosity. She briefly considered turning the computer back on, but decided against it, to wait for tomorrow.

* * *

On the other end of a chat window a frustrated Isaak growled as Claire signed off. He stared intently at her picture, admiring the curves of her body, her deep brown eyes, and her soft skin. He reached down, rubbing his thick shaft while hitting the print button and watching as her picture came to life on paper. He chuckled a tooth filled grin as his climax neared.

* * *

The next morning Claire's parents sat at the breakfast table, her mom serving toast and juice, her dad reading the daily newspaper. She sat across from her father, buttering some toast. Without looking up from his paper Claire's dad piped in, in a his thick accent, "You up late last night." He informed rather than asked and Claire sunk in her seat a little. "No let it happen again. You come home early after school, study long time, then sleep. No tennis tonight."

Claire looked away, thinking how sad it was that her parents still controlled her so mercilessly at her age. How she yearned for a little freedom, to experience life as a normal teen girl. She shrugged in resignation and after eating breakfast left for school. The entire walk she thought of Isaak and his offer.

That night, after a long day of study under her parents' careful supervision Claire curled up in bed with the lights off. She sighed, again longing for the freedom to come and go as she pleased, to feel the touch of a man...

She looked at her computer and soon had it turned on with her chat page up, scanning for Isk_Ask. Before she found him, he found her.

"Hello again Claire, sorry if I frightened you off last night. I do apologize if I was too forward."

Claire felt that sudden rush of excitement again at defying her parents and began typing her response, "No, I'm sorry. I was thinking about your offer... and if it still stands..." She finished, taking several seconds to send the message. As soon as she hit the Enter key she closed the window and logged off. She realized her heart was racing again and tried desperately to calm her inner demon. What was she doing, this could be her one opportunity to meet a nice guy... and maybe more. Her body reacted faster than her mind and soon she was back, looking for Isaak's window. Again he found her before she could find him,

"Sure, Claire, I'd love to meet you in person. Can you meet me at the hotel, and we'll go from there?"

She nodded, not caring that he couldn't see. After a short pause she responded with a "yes".

"Meet me at room 315 and we'll have a good time, alright."

Claire agreed and before she could think to stop herself, was quickly dressing for a speedy departure. She put on the tightest pair of jeans she owned and a black tank top. Lastly she opened her drawer, reached to the back and under several books and produced a condom that she was given in health class. Better safe than sorry... right?

With all the stealth she could muster, Claire snuck out of the house, and didn't look back once she was free. Once outside she felt a rush of excitement to be free of her parents' tyranny. In short time she arrived outside Discount Inn. The fluorescent lights flickered on and off erratically. Though the place was a dump, it could not have possibly diminished the girl's enthusiasm.

Claire stood outside room 315 looking around nervously, for the first time. She put her hand to the knob and turned it. The door opened easily enough and soon she was inside a poorly lit single room. She looked around for Isaak, the lean, good-looking guy she met online the night before.

Suddenly a pair of thick, very strong hands shoved her into the room, and she could hear the door closing behind, and locking soon after. The thick smell of alcohol and body odor filled the air and Claire knew that something was desperately wrong. She wheeled around to face Isaak...

What stood before her was a monster of a man. Standing a head taller than her Isaak was beastly, with thick fur on his arms and chest. His grotesquely fat body lumbered towards the small girl, at least three times her size. His face was unkempt at best, with wild hair and horrible yellow teeth. His clothes were stained and wet from sweat.

"Hey baby.... you are hotter in person..." He began as he licked his fat lips, moving up closer and taking her little waist in his big sweaty hands." He smells of musky odor.

"Are... you Isaak?" Claire asked, as though the answer might make all the difference. Even as she tried backing away from the massive figure he followed, trapping her against the wall. Her body begins trembling in his strong hands.

He looks confused for a minute. "Uh huh..." he replied, licking his lips, "and you're my little fortune cookie?" He grinned nastily at the tiny Asian girl, almost drooling on her as he pressed her against the wall, big sweaty hands going to her tiny ass, squeezing it roughly.

Claire was too horrified to act. Her tiny body fit so easily in his hands, and she knew even if she wanted to, there would be nothing she could do to stop him. With a merciless yank of her silky brown hair he pulled Claire's head back. In a quick action Isaak's tongue was thrust past her sweet lips and into her tiny mouth, his awful breath pervading her, his bristly beard scratching her skin. While distracted by his awful kiss, Claire barely noticed his thick hands pulling down her jeans and panties in a swift motion.

Isaak was in heaven, taking this sweet young girl for his own, using her for his every pleasure and she wasn't even protesting. Given, she wasn't exactly giving in either, but that would come in time, he knew from previous experience. She was irresistible, so soft and delicate, like a flower waiting to be picked. Once her pants were removed Isaak threw Claire onto the bed next to a sticky picture from her profile. With incredible speed he pinned the young girl under his girth, kissing her again, licking her lips and cheek like an animal.

Claire struggled to break free, tried desperately to keep her legs closed, anything to slow the assault. How could she have wanted this? All of her efforts seem futile against his crushing weight and determinism. She considered screaming, but quickly turned down the idea, knowing that angering her attacker could make things even worse. "What if I just give you a massage and we call it even? Everyone goes home happy then." Even as she spoke the words she knew it was useless, that he would never agree.

"Ahh...that sounds real nice...Asian massage girl..." He huffs between deep wheezes, faking interest. The entire time he continues to stare at her tiny pussy. Then to Claire's further disgust he pulls his shirt off, exposing his fat hairy chest and gut. A second later he drops his pants, revealing thick, heavy thighs and a steamy hard log of a cock leaking precum and pointing directly her way. His body is a mass of fur and fat, with a wet sheen of sweat matting his body hair, unlike anything she had ever seen.

Even with all other distractions, Claire couldn't help but stare at the thick penis pointed between her legs. It was the first she had ever seen like that, and she was captivated by its disgusting, primitive appeal. Capitalizing on her sudden daze, Isaak grabbed the girl by her ankles, spreading her legs easily and yanking her underneath his thick body. His hot sweaty body mashes her into the bed..."Mmm," he moans in delight, " I always wanted a Jap girl..." he says crudely before taking her face in his meaty hands, kissing her again and pushing a hand up her shirt, rubbing your b-cup breasts.

Despite the hopelessness of it all Claire still pushed at Isaak, her hands burying into the folds in his fat, or pushing at his arm with both hands and barely budging it. She could almost understand why her parents had wanted to shelter her, but at the same time realized that if they had just given her a little freedom she would not be here right now. So, Claire gave in.

Isaak was drooling in her mouth, barely concentrating on kissing her anymore as he began working his hard shaft between her legs, rubbing its slimy head against her pink folds. Only then did Claire realize just how big this monster truly was.

Suddenly Claire remembered one important detail, "Please! Isaak wait..." she began hastily, knowing she had precious few seconds to act, "I brought a condom... it's in my pants pocket!" Claire cringed at the thought of his bare cock being inside her, spraying her with his sick seed.

"Shh... shh... I put one on a minute ago." He assured her, and though she wasn't totally convinced, she visibly relaxed and Isaak's thick, hairy shaft slid easily inside her waiting sex. With an animalistic grunt, his penis disappeared inside the girl, every last inch until his thick pubes scrapped her soft skin. Claire's mouth dropped open as though to scream, or moan though no sound was made save only for a slow painful exhale.

Her mind raced, feeling so dirty, so disgusted with herself for allowing this brute to have his way with her, but at the same time she could not deny how absolutely wonderful it felt to be free. She opened her eyes to see Isaak's gruff face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pure effort. Sweat dribbled down his face in large beads, dripping off his chin and onto her tanned skin. His arms and chest flexed, and relaxed as he pulled himself back and forth, his cock burying itself inside her for only an instant before pulling out and doing the same again and again and again.

By now Claire couldn't help but moan, for even though the man was a pig, his penis was more than capable of attacking her most sensitive of pleasure zones. Her small breasts shook with each inward thrust, which were growing faster each repetition. Her heart beat so quickly, in both fear and excitement as seemed the hallmark of this absurd encounter. "Ah... ah...ah!" She moaned in time with his thrusts, feeling his meaty cock rubbing both her clit and g-spot simultaneously.

"Like that little girl?" Isaak demanded an answer as his hips rolled over Claire's in a determined, penetrating motion. His thick chest fur was matted with sweat, his flabby body sticking to the tiny Asian girl under him. He looked deep into her half open eyes, enjoying taking the pretty young thing all for himself, using her for his pleasure. His grunts and groans became all the more primal as he felt the girl trembling under his girth, obviously experiencing her first climax. "Look at the little slut!" Isaak cried out in childish glee. Claire's orgasm caused her sex to spasm, holding his thick cock firmly, lubricating its passage with her juices. For the animal, Isaak, there was no greater pleasure and without any attempts to hold back, or warn the girl he let his own orgasm erupt within her unprotected young body.

Claire was seeing stars, blinding by the intensity of her first climax, like nothing she had ever given herself while reading erotic stories. Her hips and slender legs shuddered and bucked against Isaak. When at last the cloud lifted from her mind she realized Isaak was grunting and groaning with more intensity, his hips tensing with spasms between her legs, and she could feel a thick warmth within her belly.

After a moment Isaak relaxed, allowing his full weight down on the girl without a care for her comfort. Isaak's thick, wet, fur plastered against her breasts and stomach. For Claire's part she hardly concerned with being crushed at this point. She knew without having to be told that Isaak had lied about the condom, and a part of her was not completely displeased. She expected the ordeal to be over soon. She expected his penis would shrink and he would leave. But he didn't.

Isaak's shaft remained completely erect and in a moment he was shifting his hips again, rubbing his rod inside her. "What a tight puss." He commented. In a moment he was back up on his arms, with his hips rocking back and forth picking up momentum. A thick, hand took hold of Claire's left leg, easily lifting it over his shoulder as he penetrated the young girl harder than ever with feral growls.

Claire silently thanked herself for all her hours spent in the gym and on the tennis courts and for the years of Karate she had endure now that her left ankle was beside her ear. Soon, her mouth was open, moaning against her will, against all reason, as a thick shaft spread her open. The cheap bedspring began creaking and groaning, the headboard crashing against the wall. Claire's cheeks reddened from what little dignity she had left. She soon found herself moaning like a common whore, encouraging her assailant, pleading for more.

"Take it you little chink!" Isaak spat at her before liking her cheek. Claire's tiny arms and legs wrapped around the man's bulk. Another moment later and Isaak's other sweaty hand wrapped around Claire's second ankle, spreading her legs wide apart. He reveled in her flexibility; enjoying contorting her to produce increased pleasure for himself, and based on her deeper moans, Claire's as well.

"Iee... ahh... Iee... Don't stop... ahh..." Claire moaned. Her second orgasm was wracking her body, and she was trembling with pleasure. Her back arched, pushing out her breasts. Isaak couldn't resist, and let go of her left ankle to roughly grope a breast, teasing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Thud, thud, thud...

The headboard continued to pound the wall from Isaak's unrelenting thrusting.

Creak, creak, creak...

The rusty springs protested.

The noises blurred together. A mixture of the bed's straining, the tiny Asian girl's moans and her master's grunts became a symphony of sexual energy. What would her parents think if they could see their prim and proper little girl now?

Isaak leaned over Claire bringing his thick purple tongue to her exposed nipples, and his yellow teeth to bite down. Claire shrieked, though the explosion of raw energy in her belly eclipsed the pain. Clair's third orgasm had her screaming in pleasure, taking the animal Isaak over the edge with her.

Isaak's cum sprayed from his shafts engorged head, coating the walls of Claire's pussy with his seed. The sound of their combined orgasm made for a wet suction noise with each thrust. Tiny rivers of cum leaked down her thighs, staining the sheets.

Ring...

Both Claire and Isaak look at the phone, one with an expression of terror, the other of annoyance.

"Fuck." Said Isaak, and with a loud slurp, vacated Claire's wet pussy.

Ring...

Claire curled up in a ball for a moment, still breathing intensely from her recent ravaging. She watched Isaak in all his vulgar countenance.

"Yeah...yeah," he was saying into the phone, giving a few curt glances back at Claire who was now trying unsuccessfully to rise to her feet. "Tight little Asian slut, fucking amazing pussy." He continued. Claire propped herself against a wall, making for the bathroom as quickly as possible. With a rough tug Isaak through her back to the bed. "Yeah, come on over." With that the conversation was over and Isaac was rubbing the inside of Claire's pussy with a fat sticky finger. When he pulled out his digit it was covered with thick cum and he was pushing it inside Claire's mouth.

Claire grimaced with a shudder. The taste of their combined juices, along with Isaak's soiled finger was enough to make her gag. His finger wiggled around briefly before sliding out with a loud pop. "Who was that?" Claire breathed softly, beginning to feel herself again. She curled up with a pillow between her legs.

"Just a nigga lookin' for a tight Asian twat." Isaak sneered.

Claire, naked, and exposed to a disgusting rapist, blushed brightly. Her sex was swollen and sore, filled with thick cum. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat and saliva. She brushed her disheveled hair from her face, tucking it around her ears. Just as her situation couldn't get worse a loud banging came from the door and she knew her night had just begun...