Corrupted

Closed for AndyGoat and I

Ella entered the baggage reclaim area, designated for her flight, and looked around. She felt..... out of place somehow. It was like a hive of bees, everyone buzzing hurriedly from A to B, with out much interaction with everyone else. Nothing like home. In her town, everyone knew everyone else, the pace of life was slow, and, if she was honest, perhaps a little stifling. She was excited. At 22 she had completed her degree in Business, and had landed a job in the city, not just any city either, in New York!!

It would be her first time away from her parents, away from home. She had been able to stay at home while she attended college - that had been very much her parent's wish, as they didn't want her going astray, drinking, or fornicating, or even dressing inappropriately. She glanced down at her jeans, her loose blouse, her cardigan, and her sensible shoes, and she felt suddenly frumpy.

She had never worn make up, her parents hadn't approved, but they were now a thousand miles away,and she had bought some lip gloss in the the airport shop before boarding the plane. She applied a little, and reclaimed her large suitcase, and pulling it behind her, with her cabin luggage balanced precariousl on top, she made her way out to the main arrivals hall of JFK. To say it was massive, was an understatement, and she felt a little bubble of panic rising within her, but she could do this, she had to do it. She would make it on her own!

Her father had organised her apartment for her, a tiny one bed unit, admidst a hundred others, just like it, and she clutched the scrap of paper specifying the address. It wouldn't do to lose it - she knew no one here.

She exited, and joined the long queue for taxis, feeling smaller than ever. It was the flat shoes, it must be. Although at 5'3" she was shorter than average, and her slight frame made her look like a young girl. At least until she turned sideways, her breasts showed her to be a woman, and they stuck out, despite her minimising bra, and baggy shirt, which she always used to disguise the size of her 34 DD breasts. They had always embarrassed her, and she avoided swimming at all costs. She had tried on a bikini once, but she had looked like a porn star, her breasts straining the top in a most improper way!

The wind was cutting, and donned her coat, turning up the collar against the cold, her black waist length hair whipping around her face. She was pretty, or at least she had been told she was. She had small even, features, a petite, toned body, and dark brown eyes, framed by coal black lashes.

Finally, she was at the top of the queue, and she climed into the cab, looking worriedly as a man in a high viz vest took her cases, and loaded them into the boot. She had been worried that he was about to abscond with her things, but she had watched him do the same for everyone else in the queue. She turned her attention to the driver, and, opening the window in the glass seperating them, she handed him the piece of paper with the address.

"Hi! Could you take me here please??" she asked with a small smile.

Alamut took the address from the girl and glanced at it, nodding. Flipping the meter on, he pulled away into traffic.

He was second generation, born and raised in Queens to Persian parents who had left years ago, when the whackos took over their country. His older brothers had fulfilled their parents dreams and become doctors. Al had fulfilled a cliche, and become a cab driver. He even sometimes affected an accent, imitating the awkward English of the first generations from his neighborhood.

At 25, he was still full of plans and dreams. After almost 10 years driving a cab, he had seen more of the human condition than most people will see in a lifetime, from the very best to the very worst, and he liked to think he had learned a bit about people. Now, he was just looking for an opportunity, and he had a feeling he might have found one.

He had dropped off a small family of three, desperately pale, the way only New Yorkers can be, headed for a week in Florida or someplace, where they would get a sunburn the first day and spent the rest of the week hiding in the hotel. Sitting in the line of cabs at the stand, he had been watching the line of travellers. She had caught his eye right away, with her tiny frame and giant breasts. On almost any woman in the world, he'd have said implants, they were so disproportionate, but this girl was way too clean for that. She was wearing a cardigan. If it hadn't been for the jeans, she might have stepped out of 1950, or 1850 for that matter. She was young and pretty, and Al was sure she was a virgin.

He hadn't given too much thought, since it looked like she would be getting into the cab behind him. It turned out, though, that the two people ahead of her were together, and he smiled, imagining the fight that had made them stand so far apart. He pitied whoever had to drive them, and silently gave thanks that the blonde was getting in his cab.

He knew the neighborhood, a collection of tall, narrow buildings full of shoe-box studio apartments that students and young professionals rented because it was close to the subway and more affordable than living in Manhattan. It was about half an hour from the airport, but Al could stretch the trip to an hour without even thinking, and he thought he would.

"First time in New York?" he asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror. His accent was pure cable television, and he gave her a warm smile. He wore a thin short sleeved white buttondown and cargo shorts, no more gold jewelry than any respectable young New Yorker, and his silky black hair was neatly cut and brushed back away from his face. His white teeth and shirt shone in bright contrast to the rich brown of his skin and his eyes. He could almost taste her nervousness, and he turned to look back at her without using the mirror. "I'm Alamut. My friends call me Al. Don't you worry about a thing, I got you."

The girl sat in the cab, rubber necking taking in all the strange sights and sounds. She had never imagined a place so busy. Of course she had seen a little on television - but she had never watched much. While her parents did have a television, it was turned on for the news, and little else. They firmly held the belief that television was a corrupting force, being filled with violence, bad language and filth. Ella, of course had watched some shows at friend's houses, but nothing had prepared her for the magnitude of the reality of NYC.

"I'm Alamut. My friends call me Al. Don't you worry about a thing, I got you."

The driver's voice dragged her back to the present.

"Hmm, I'm sorry? I missed that sir?" she said, before his statement registered. There was no way she was attempting his name, it was a strange, foreign name, but she could certainly manage Al. He seemed friendly, a far change from the brash New Yorkers who were sitting next to her on the plane.

She smiled at him.

"Hi Al! Its nice to meet you! You're not from around here, are you?" she could have kicked herself. That was rude!! "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be so..... blunt... so rude, please excuse me!" she was so gauche! "Let's start again. I'm Ella, well, its Eleanor really, but everyone calls me Ella, everyone except my parents that is! I prefer Ella!" God! Now she was gushing! She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

"Its nice to have some one to talk to. It was a long flight, and I knew no one. So....." she trailed off. She wanted to continue the conversation, but she couldn't think of anything to say. She was shy, but making an determined effort, and it wasn't going easily for her. She shuffled in her seat, her cheeks heating, and she took off her coat, and leaned forward, scooting up close to the front seat. Inspiration hit ..." so, how long have you been driving a cab in New York?" she smiled, pleased with her question, then it struck her how it might sound, and she blushed deeper, hoping he wouldn't take it as an affront to his driving skills.

She looked in the mirror, and met the darkest pair of brown eyes she had ever seen, darker even than her own. They were almost black, and seemed so warm and friendly, and she realised just how lucky she was that Al had picked her up.

Al grinned at her, merging into traffic and hardly seeming to spare a glance for the road. She was perfect, he thought. When she leaned foreward, her breasts strained against her top, and he thought, better than perfect. Clueless, pretty, full of fear and excitement, dazzled by the grit and rush, and the exotic. He changed the station from the hardcore metal station he liked, that didn't come in so well by the airport anyway, to the Iranian station the grandfathers listened to. Sure enough, they were playing some droning traditional crap that would probably make her forget she was still in the US.

"Actually," He pointed towards Queens, giving her a reassuring smile. "I grew up right over there. But my family is from far away. Yours is too, I think? Do you have any family here in the city?" He turned onto the expressway that would take them in a long, circuitous loop around the outer boroughs, even if by some bizarre chance traffic didn't lock them up.

"I started driving the cab when I was seventeen. My mother almost killed me. All my brothers are surgeons and I was supposed to go to med school, but I don't want to go carving up bodies, you know? I like to drive and some day I will make movies. And what about you? I think you have a job here. You are too smart to come here all alone with no work, right?"

He talked easily, driving with one hand on the wheel and the other draped across the back of the seat, so he could turn to look at her. He did look at her, but not too often. He wanted her to feel safe, not worried about having an accident, not put off by too close attention from a stranger.

"Ah, crap," he said as they came around a bend and saw traffic backed up. The construction on the bridge made this a common enough occurance that he wasn't surprised, and he rolled to a stop inches from the bumper of the car in front of him. "I hope you are OK with a little delay," he said. "The next exit is a very bad area, but the one after that we can take a detour."

The music was weird, like something from the middle east, and it somehow made him seem far more exotic. The small town in which she had grown up, was comprised of WASPs - exotic there was a catholic!!

They drove, and she strained to take it all in, sitting there, slightly open mouthed, enjoying the cabbie's company.

She listened as he spoke of his family, and of his brothers' success in the medical field, and his own dreams of making movies. He certainly had the looks, she thought, and then she blushed deeply, her eyes darting to his, worried that he might have realised that she found him attractive.


"And what about you? I think you have a job here. You are too smart to come here all alone with no work, right?"

"No, I have no one here, no family and no friends, you're actually the only person I know here.. well, not know exactly.... you know what I mean, dont you?" she said, shyly. "No the only family I have are Mom and Dad, they're retired now, and they're moving soon from a rural part of Texas, down to Florida, although how that'll work out, I'm not totally sure!"


It was a very comfortable journey, and she enjoyed chatting with him, exchanging little anecdotes, and sharing parts of her life story. He was so nice, friendly and open, and she knew no one else, she wanted to open up to him, to feel she had a friend here in the city - although perhaps he was simply being friendly, he probably chatted to all his fares like this, pass the time, and all that.

As he spoke about the delay, she was secretly pleased, she had no burning desire to get to her apartment, where she would be totally alone, and the thought crossed her mind, that perhaps he might be due a break, maybe he would come for a coffee with her.

"Of course I know," he laughed. "I hope you will think of me as a friend, and come to know me much better. Maybe I am not old enough to be your father, but what about a big brother, just for New York? Or maybe just a good friend?"

Things seemed to be going well. She was definitely giving him some warm looks, and he had a feeling that they would only be getting warmer. He made a move off the highway and took the streets through the city. It was normally slower, but there wasn't much traffic and it was easier not to stare at her tits when he actually had to pay attention.

"Ah, Texas. The bible belt, I think? What kind of belt do you think you'll wear here, I wonder?" He winked at her in the mirror, and made chit chat with her, swapping stories and getting a sense of just how sheltered she really was. It was all for the better, as far as he was concerned. She was excited by everything, and he took her on a long, roundabout tour of the city, to hear her talk and to get to know her.

When they reached the street her apartment was in he glanced in the rearview mirror before he double parked. Noone seemed to be coming, so as he popped the trunk, he switched the engine off and turned around.

"Normally, I am not supposed to leave the car for anything, but you are such a pretty girl, I will help you get your things up the stairs." He got out, shivering a little in the cold autumn wind. He even opened the door for her, grinning at her as warmly as he could, and grabbed the heavy bags. For such a small girl, he thought, she sure had a lot of shit. Then he thought of his brother's wives and the truckloads of clothes that they tried to cram into their posh, but tiny Manhattan apartments. The mark of success in his family, he supposed, as he followed the girl into the building and up the stairs, hoping she was at least on one of the lower floors.

Ella smiled. "I'd be delighted to have you as my friend! You can never have too many friends..... and... well actually.... I dont have any friends here... none at all.. so...I'd be only to happy to count you as the first!"

He was so friendly, so open and welcoming. If he was an example of the people she would meet here in the city, she would have a home away from home in no time.

Refering to his question about the Bible belt, she grinned. "The Bible belt, yep, it surely is!! My family are very devout, very straight laced, and me.... well... not so much..... I mean I believe in God, and all that.... but...well, I dont think it should be sinful to have a little fun - you know what I mean??!" she blushed, thinking that he might misconstrue her statement, but she was too embarrassed to go back and clarify her statement.

The remainder of the journey passed in comfortable conversation, and she became progressively more relaxed, and was a little dissappointed when they finally pulled up at what she assumed was her apartment block. It wasn't like anything she had imagined, and it did not look to her to be the best of areas, but perhaps it was alright, it was just....very different to what she had imagined.

"Normally, I am not supposed to leave the car for anything, but you are such a pretty girl, I will help you get your things up the stairs."

She was relieved that she would not have to walk into the complex alone.

"Oh thank you Al! Thank you!!" she said, and she climbed out of the cab with a spring in her step. She carried her backpack, containing the essentials that she needed to begin with, and her coat, and, clutching the keys in her hand, she led the way, with Al dragging her large suitcase, and her cabin bag behind him.

Alamut noted Ella's hesitation as she looked around the neighborhood. It was shabby and old, with cracked pavement and grafitti on the walls. There were a few rough looking men on a stoop a few doors down, but a second glance told him they were probably college kids playing at being bad boys. Not that she would know that. It looked like she would be as safe as kittens here, but he looked around with a worried frown, and then gave her a hopeful smile when he saw she was looking at him.

"Not too bad, is it?" he said.


He watched her ass as he hauled her junk up three flights to the little apartment, and then waited while she dug around for the key. He gave her his gentlest smile as she thanked him, and shrugged as if he were embarrassed by her gratitude.

"You know you've come to the right place if you want to cut loose and have a little fun," he said, grinning at her and letting his eyes do a quick run up her figure. He was happy to help her have fun, and if it was a sin, well, he had never been very religious, anyway. Her clothes were a tragedy, but he would be happy to help her with that, if she turned out the way he hoped she would. "Only promise me you'll be careful. The subway's just on the corner, and you should be safe once you get on the platform."

He took a card from his shirt pocket and checked it. It was elegantly made, and it had nothing written on it but his name and a phone number. In English on one side, Persian on the back.

"This is for my personal phone," he said. He took her hand in his, and prssed the card into it with the other hand, looking her straight in the eye. He spoke with an intensity he hoped she would read as sincerity, but had much more to do with her chest. "You call me, anytime, and where ever I am in the city I will come for you. But only if you call for a friend. If you just need a ride, call the dispatch and ask for me." He shot her a wink, and handed her another, cheaper looking card, with the name of a cab company and the address and phone number of the dispatch.

He nodded his head towards the door. "I should go," he said, hesitantly. He did not expect her to try to stop him, but he wanted to give her the opportunity, and to make sure she felt his desire to stay. "]I'm double parked. You probably want to settle in.

The door to the apartment closed behind him, and she listened as his footsteps faded, as he descended the stairs, leaving her alone, utterly alone.

Why hadn't she asked him for coffee?? She had been intending to, and then, at the eleventh hour, her nerve let her down. She didn't want to appear too forward, like she was coming on to him, or anything, but now that he was gone, she cursed herself for being so silly.

She had his number, well, both of them, and she put them on the hall table, or it would be, if she had a hall. the table next to the door, she guessed she ought to call it. She double locked the door, and put the chain on, and spent the next hour unpacking her megre belongings, hanging her clothes in the wardrobe, and finally, she showered, freshening up. She was wracking her brain for a valid reason to call him, even if it was just to hear a friendly voice - she felt so alone.

She thought about going for a coffee, but noticing that it was getting dark, decided to use some of the items in her back pack, and made some coffee in the apartment instead.

The evening was lonely, and the strange noises of the street and the other apartments made her feel scared, vulnurable. At one point a car backfired, and she recoiled in shock, thinking it to be a gun shot, then she got a fit of the giggles when she realised that it was just a car.

It seemed as though the evening would never end. She phoned her parents, as later tonight they were leaving to go on a 14 day prayer retreat in the mountains, and would be out of contact, but she didn't want to use all her phone credit, so she kept if short.

Finally, having nothing else to do, she went to bed, sleeping fitfully, terrified that some lunitic would break into her apartment, while she slept, unused to the noises from the street, and finding it all very uncomfortable and strange.

The following morning, she decided that she would have to gather her courage, and make her way in the city. She got up, donning a pretty dress, ankle length, sleeveless, and she put a cardigan over it, and her "high heels" before taking a deep breath, grabing her purse, and exiting the apartment. She walked slowly in the heels, although only 3" high, she was unused to them, and needed to concentrate on her steps.

Suddenly, in her peripheral vision, movement caught her eye, and she inhaled sharply, preparing to scream.

At seven in the morning, Alamut dropped off Jimmy C. on the corner of her block. He showed him the hundred dollar bill again, and made him repeat the instructions twice before he pulled back around the corner to wait for the call. After all, if he just happened to be right around the corner, it might look suspicious, and he trusted Jimmy. At least, he trusted Jimmy's greed. He pulled into the space in front of the hydrant by the bakery down the street, where he could just see the doorway.

Jimmy was tall and so skinny he looked like a walking skeleton, with stringy black hair and a weedy black mustache no chin to speak of. There weren't many clothes that fit his build, and since he was the type who shopped at goodwill, he wore jeans that barely reached the middle of his calf and a jacket with shoulders that draped halfway to his elbow. He was as close to a Texas girl's nightmare as Al could find first thing in the morning.

*

Arab Al always said he wasn't an Arab, but he was some type of raghead, you could tell that just by looking. He didn't mouth off about Allah or nothin like that, so Jimmy C. didn't mind doing a solid for the bastard. Not when it was as easy as taking a hundred bucks to stick up some chick.

"Yeah, I fucking got it, Al, fuck."
"Just let me hear you say it again," Al said, all serious.
"I put the gun in her face when she comes out the building, I push her inside, I grab her wallet. I just take the cash, but I don't take her keys or her phone or nothing like that. I don't hurt her, I just scare the shit out of her. Christ all-fucking-mighty Al, it ain't the crime of the fucking century."
Al nodded. Jimmy could see the little raghead didn't like using him, but he didn't have a lot of choice, unless he was going to man up and do the thing his own self. Finally he handed over the .45, a big fucking gun, though it looked smaller in Jimmy's hands. Then he took off, back for where ever the ragheads hung out.

Jimmy strolled down, sitting on the curb across the street from the building, smoking butts to wake his ass up. He sat out there so long his legs fell asleep, and when the door opened, he was up and stumbling across the street like some kind of zombie. He promised himself he'd get Al for making him look like a jackass.

Even standing on her heels on the step above him, the chick was short, Jimmy lurched up the steps, looking up and down the street, and pulled the gun out of the back of his pants. His hands were shaking as he pointed it at her, watching the door swing shut.

"Get inside, bitch," he said, grabbing her arm and shooting his foot out to catch the door before it latched. Then he had to hop around before he could swing it open and pull her inside. He was definitely going to get the Arab for this, he decided, looking down at the girl.

"Jesus, did you win the tit lottery or what?" he said, staring down at her giant juggs. He put the gun to her forehead and grinned like a dog. "Gimme your fucking money, bitch ... and let's have a look at those fucking things."

Al knew Jimmy was going off script. He'd watched him stagger across the street like he was high on something. He'd been in there too long, and he knew Jimmy was a tit-lover. It was part of the reason he was perfect for this, but not if he took it too far. He was just starting to wonder what he could do to pull Jimmy off when he heard a siren chirp.

He looked behind him, and saw a cop car waiting to pull into the space. Of course, they wouldn't want to walk to get their donuts. Al waited a few seconds, and the cop let his siren roll a few seconds impatiently. Al waved and started to pull out, watching the door. Sure enough, Jimmy flew out the door and took off like a bat out of hell. Al grinned to himself, and began to roll down the street.

Just waiting for the phone to ring.

The flash of movement instantly alarmed her, and when she heard the voice, and saw the perons who owned it, she had to use all her will power not to faint.

"Get inside, bitch,"

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Her heart missed a beat, and the only thing that prevented her from passing out, was her conviction that he would rape her while she was unconscious!

"Dont hurt me! Please! I beg you dont hurt me!!"

She began to sob, the gun waving erratically in front of her face. He was a junkie, high on something, and capable of anything!!

He was looking at her lasciviously, his eyes focussed on her bust. She crossed her arms, trying vainly to hide her assets.

"Jesus, did you win the tit lottery or what?"

She blushed to the roots of her hair, humiliated both at his observation and his crude language. She wanted to avert her gaze, but dare not take her eyes from him, lest he lunge at her. Perhaps she could evade him??

"Gimme your fucking money, bitch ... and let's have a look at those fucking things."

"no no no no no no no! Dont! Please!" she cried as he tore open the front of her dress, his free hand groping her, pinching her exposed nipples, and rolling them between his fingers, turning her nipples to hard points. He made some crude comment about turning her on, although he put it in much more crude terms.

She was pressed against the wall, as he rifled through her purse, taking her cash, but leaving her sole credit card. He grinned and leaned forward, suddenly pinning her to the wall, and bending to suck her nipple. She struggled, and then, heard the siren! The police!! They were coming to rescue her!! It was like on TV!!

Her attacker ran, taking her cash with him, and she struggled to right her clothes, forcing herself back into her apartment, shutting the door, and running to the window, and she waited, but the cops didn't come, and it was several minutes before she realsied it was simply a lucky coincidence that the siren had sounded.

Sobbing hard, shaking, she curled up and cried, feeling so alone, so vulnerable...... and then she remembered. She had Al's number. She so needed a friend, and she hoped he was genuine when he offered her his friendship - he had certainly seemed so.

Fumbling for her card tucked into her wallet, she was relieved that the crook hadn't taken it, and taking out her cell phone she dialled his private number.

"Oh Al!! It's me, Ella, the girl in your cab from......." she began to explain, but when it was obvious that he knew who she was, she continued. "Oh Al! Can you come over here, please? I.... I've been attacked!"

He did his best to sound half asleep and distracted when she called at first, and then gave her a warm "Hey, beautiful," when she identified herself, but he was pretty sure he could have recited the Gettysburg Address without her noticing, she was in such a panic. He scowled, hoping that Jimmy hadn't fucked anything up. He didn't want the girl so scared that she ran away back to Texas.

"Oh Al! Can you come over here, please? I.... I've been attacked!" He covered the mouthpiece of the phone and punched the air, in victory. She trusted him, she was terrified and vulnerable, things were going according to plan after all.

"Go inside and lock the door, and don't you dare open it for anything until I get there. I'm coming right away, but I have to call the dispatch to let them know I can't make this pick up, you'll be OK until I get there. I'm on my way." Just for effect, he stamped his foot down on the gas pedal, so as he hung up, she would hear the engine racing and the tires squealing. Then he pulled over.

A minute later Jimmy was there, almost as scared as she was, babbling about the cops and being chased down and almost caught. Al knew it was all BS, until Jimmy started talking about her tits. "I ain't lying, her fuckin' nipples were all hard and shit. That bitch wants it bad, bro. If those cops hadn't kicked the door in...."

Al waved the hundred dollar bill at him. He shut up. "You're going back to Queens, now, right? Go buy yourself some pussy, and forget about this girl."

Jimmy scowled and grabbed the C-note. Al dropped him off at the subway station a few blocks away, and by then, any left over anger on Jimmy's part seemed to have faded. He was as honest a bum as you could find in New York, in that he was a terrible liar with a horrible memory. Al was sure that by the time Jimmy got back home, he'd have mixed himself up so badly that he'd never be able to find her street again.

He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes since she had called. It was probably a little soon, he thought, but it wouldn't matter. She trusted him, she was going to be so glad to see him, nothing else would matter. He shoehorned his car into half a parking space two blocks away, and ran the rest of the way to her door. He punched the buzzer for her apartment, and was out of breath when he said to the intercom.

"Ella, it's Alamut. Al, you can buzz me in. I came as fast as I could."

He sprinted up the stairs, pounding on her door when he reached the top, and was still breathing hard when he heard her throwing back the locks and opening the door. He took her in his arms, squeezing her and pressing her tight against him, comforting her. She felt so small and delicate in his arms, he almost felt bad for playing her. Almost. He squeezed her closer. He whispered softly in her ear, letting his lips brush against the sensitive skin. "Don't you worry, beautiful. Al's here. I've got you. I won't let anything happen to my girl."

Holding her tight, he slowly eased her back inside, letting the door swing shut behind them.

She was so relieved just to hear his voice, he remembered her, and, more importantly, he was willing to come over - right away! She did as he said, locking up, bolting the door, and she sat by the window, rocking back and forth as time seemed to stretch on endlessly.


Every noise seemed magnified. She jumped at every creak of the woodwork in the apartment, every rattle of the air conditioner, every buzz as the heating clicked on and off. She jumped clean off the window cill when she heard her buzzer.

"Ella, it's Alamut. Al, you can buzz me in. I came as fast as I could."

She was instantly relieved when she heard who it was. Al! Thank the Lord!! She buzzed him in and ran to the door, opening it seconds after he banged on it!!

She lept into his arms, crying, her body wracked with sobs. She had forgotten all about the torn front of her dress, all about the yob's mouth on her nipples, all about everything save the comfort she got from his embrace.

She clung to him, feeling his heart racing - he had run all the way here!!!

"Oh Al, I cant thank you enough!! I was so scared, but its alright now, I have you here! Hold me please! You dont mind do you??" And then she began to shower little kisses on his cheek hugging him to her, pressing her body against him. " I dont know how I can ever thank you for coming to my rescue! You really are my knight in shining armour!! A true gentelman!!"

Al got a glimpse of her torn dress, and the huge swell of her breasts spilling out the front. Even in her conservative bra, they were delicious, and as soon as she was pressed against him, and he held her close, as much to stop from staring as to comfort her as she sobbed and told him the story. When she started to kiss him, though, it was too much. After all, he was only human.

He turned his face and her lips found his, and he kissed her deeply, pressing his lips against hers and pulling at her mouth. For a few breaths, he only used his lips, knowing she was innocent, knowing she was from a conservative family, not wanting to scare her. He wondered if this was her first kiss. In just a few moments, though, he could feel her body answering. There was no doubt in his mind that she wanted it. He just had to make sure there was no doubt in hers.

He let his tongue brush against her lips, teasing, testing, and then he met hers and their kiss got deeper, their tongues swirling. He pressed her body tight against his, feeling her heart racing, knowing fear and desire produced very much the same responses in the body, knowing he could turn her emotions, and feeling her start to relax as she began to feel safe in his arms. That was the moment to pull her in.

Al turned his face away from her eager kisses, feeling a harsh sigh rushing out of him that would only add to his appearance. He stepped back, hands on her shoulders, keeping her at arms' length, as he forced himself not to stare at her chest. That would be a sure way to ruin the effect.

"I'm sorry, Ella. I should not have done that, but you are so beautiful, I couldn't help myself." He looked into her eyes then, his deep and soulful, hers a storm of fear and want, confusion and uncertainty. "Here you are, all alone and needing a friend, and I treat you no better than that man who attacked you. Can you forgive me for desiring you, Ella, my beauty?"

He let his eyes drift down a moment, unable to resist the rise and fall of her breast as she breathed hard, hoping he had read her body right....

Ella was a little taken aback, both by the fact that she suddenly realised she was kissing him, and also when she realised he was kissing her back!! He felt so good, so comforting, and she wanted to pull him closer to her. She clung to him, pressing hard against him, and then, to her surprise, and dissappointment, he pulled back.

"I'm sorry, Ella. I should not have done that, but you are so beautiful, I couldn't help myself."

Oh my God! She had thrown herself at him like... like a whore!! She was humiliated, beyond belief.

"Here you are, all alone and needing a friend, and I treat you no better than that man who attacked you. Can you forgive me for desiring you, Ella, my beauty?"
He was being such a gentleman about it! It made her blush much deeper, her face, neck and the tops of her breasts turning crimson.

"I.... Oh, I am so sorry! I dont know what I was thinking! Forgive me, please? I shouldnt have kissed you!! I .... I just needed to feel close to someone, to be with a friend! You are still my friend, Al, aren't you? " she asked, tears welling in her eyes.

Alamut had to turn away. He couldn't stop himself from grinning, and he didn't want her to see it. He took a deep breath, and then he turned back to her, his dark eyes looking deep into hers as he reached out to wipe her tears away.

"Oh, my sweet girl, please do not ever be sorry for kissing me," he stepped closer, his arms sliding around her waist. He lifted her chin, letting his finger casually caress the sensitive skin around her throat. "I just don't want you to think I took advantage of you. Of course I am your friend, nothing can change that, but is it possible that you might also wish for me to be your lover? I could spend the nights, and make sure you got safely to your work. And I think ... I hope you meant it when you kissed me."

He felt he deserved a nomination for his performance, if not the actual Oscar. He watched thoughts and feelings flitting across her glistening brown eyes, and he leaned down to kiss a tear off her cheek. He let one arm slip back around her waist, holding her gently. The moment seemed to stretch. He could feel the conflict in her, as her conservative Christian upbringing struggled against the things she was feeling for him.

Softly he whispered, kissing her cheeks after each thought. "Trust me, my beauty. Let Alamut protect you. Let me do the worrying. Let me do the thinking. I will take good care of you."

It felt so very good to have him here, with her, protecting her, keeping her safe - not being alone. He was so sweet, gentle, and she smiled a watery smile as he brushed away her tears.

"Is it possible that you might also wish for me to be your lover? I could spend the nights, and make sure you got safely to your work. And I think ... I hope you meant it when you kissed me."

Ella was shocked to the core of her being! That was it, shock, that tingly feeling deep inside of her, but the relief that flooded her, at his suggestion, was powerful. It would be wrong, so very, very wrong. But, on the other hand, he would take care of her, keep her safe, and help her get to and from work. It didn't seem so sinful, when she considered the whole of it, it seemed too good to be true! And he was right, she had meant to kiss him, at least she thought she had. But here he was, her boyfriend!!

Her parents of course, would die instantly of shock, if they knew, but then, they were far away, and she was sure they would appreciate her being safe, although perhaps not the means of getting that safety!

Shyly she smiled "I certianly did like kissing you, you kissing me back ..... but as for being your lover....." she turned crimson at the word "..I.... I have no idea what to do! I... er..I haven't ever done anything like that before, I... I'd like to!" If it was possible, she turned a deeper red "but.... would you mind showing me.... teaching me??"


"Trust me, my beauty. Let Alamut protect you. Let me do the worrying. Let me do the thinking. I will take good care of you."

She leaned in, kissing him, this time making out his mouth, as she pressed agianst him. She had a boyfriend!! She was half in love with him already!!

He almost laughed, it was so perfect. He managed to keep it to a gigantic grin, and when she leaned up to kiss him again, he knew he was almost there. She was so shy about her inexperience, but of course, it just meant that he could teach her whatever he wanted her to think. She wouldn't know any better.

Would he teach her? Most definitely. He would start now, when she was far too excited to question anything. By the time she calmed down, she would already have learned the most important lessons.

"The most important thing to remember is that a woman's satisfaction comes from the pleasure that she gives. You must always trust me, and obey me, and the deepest need of your heart should always be to please me. As long as you remember these three things, you will always be my girl."

He paused, and smiled at her. She was looking at him with the kind of blind faith only a deeply religious person could have. He kissed her deeply. He would be her prophet from now on, and her God. As long as she believed this was love. She had told him it shouldn't be a sin to have a little fun, but he was going to do her one better. He was going to make her see the light, and accept him as her personal savior. She'd be a born-again cumslut when he was through with her.

"If you promise that you will trust me, and obey me, and please me always, I will teach you everything else you need to know. Will you make me this promise?" He whispered in her ear, and as he spoke, he pressed her body back against his, and slowly walked her back towards her sofa.

Ella felt her heart expand at what he was saying. He wanted to be her beau, he was so incredibly sweet!!

"The most important thing to remember is that a woman's satisfaction comes from the pleasure that she gives. You must always trust me, and obey me, and the deepest need of your heart should always be to please me. As long as you remember these three things, you will always be my girl."

Always be his girl!! That was what she wanted. He would take care of her, and she in turn would do as he asked, and take care of him. Then she would always be his girl! She was all but taking down notes on what he was saying, her face studious.

"Got it! My pleasure comes from the pleasure I give you" That made sense. She was always happiest when she did little things to surprise and please others. " I will always trust and obey you, my most important need is to please you Al!" she repeated it over and over in her head, like a mantra.

This must be fate, she thought, or the will of God, but here she was, in the city only a number of hours, and she had met her soul mate! What were the odds?? To any other woman, the mention of the word obey would have set off alarm bells, but for Ella, whose father was a strict patriarch of the family, whom her mother and herself obeyed unconditionally, so it struck her only as being the mark of a serious relationship.

"If you promise that you will trust me, and obey me, and please me always, I will teach you everything else you need to know. Will you make me this promise?"

His breath felt hot in her ear, and she felt the tingliness inside of her, intensify. "I promise Al! I do! I trust you, I'll obey you and do my very best to please you always!!" She was so excited, her first love! The love of her life!! She didn't really believe in love at first sight, but she was certain that what she felt for Al was indeed love. She gripped his shoulders, and kissed him deeply, as he lowered her back onto the couch.

"Oh Al!! Show me! Teach me how to please you!!"

"Oh Al!! Show me! Teach me how to please you!!"

He sat her down on the sofa, standing over her, grinning. This was working out so much better than he had even dared to hope. For a moment, he almost didn't know what to do. There was a part of him that told him to take it slow, to ease her into things. He could sit beside her, and kiss her and slowly excite her and seduce her. But Al had never been the one to go slow when he could race, and here she was, eagerly begging him to show her what he wanted. How could he refuse.

He leaned down and kissed her, hard, letting his tongue push fiercely into her mouth, and he gripped her by the hair, holding her head firmly. With his free hand, he reached down and unzipped his jeans. His hand slipped inside and he pulled out his thick, hard cock.

He broke the kiss, but held her head back, looking up into his eyes, and he grinned at her. "You are so beautiful, my love. I am so proud that you are mine, I think I will explode." He kissed her again, unable to get enough of her lips. "You promised that you would trust and obey me, my love, and to always please me. Now I will show you the best way for you to do exactly that. This is the most important thing that a good woman can do to show her man she loves him."

He straightened up slowly, looking down at her, and his thick brown cock jutted up right at eye level with her as he stood over her. Before she could say anything, or even think, he whispered, "Don't be afraid, my sweet. Trust me, as you promised. It is no sin for you to please my cock, for you are my girl now. Kiss it. Lick it. Take it in your mouth and suck it, my sweet girl. Show me that I was right about you. Show me you are the woman for me."

"You are so beautiful, my love. I am so proud that you are mine"

Her heart swelled with joy! How lucky was she, to have met this man, who fell in love with her as quickly as she had with him.

She was a little surprised by the pressure of his kiss, his fingers wrapped in her hair, but this, she knew was a man's passions, and they ran strong in him. The force of his kiss reflected his desire for her, she thought, so she kissed him back, enjoying the attention he was giving her.

"This is the most important thing that a good woman can do to show her man she loves him."[/B]

She looked at him, and then, as he straigthened, she saw it, his ..... his thing.... and oh God! he was huge!! She was scared, fascinated, and excited. It was all so new. She had never see one before, not even a picture. She did know the facts of life, but she had not taken part in the Sex Ed classes at school, her family believed that it was much too graphic. Her mother had explained that her husband would show her all she needed to learn, and it was better that way.

But Al, he was her man, and he was going to show her all she needed to know.

[B]"Don't be afraid, my sweet. Trust me, as you promised. It is no sin for you to please my cock, for you are my girl now. Kiss it. Lick it. Take it in your mouth and suck it, my sweet girl. Show me that I was right about you. Show me you are the woman for me."

She blushed deeply at his use of the word 'cock'. It seemed so..... graphic... so naughty. But she was keen to please him, so she leaned in and kissed the smooth head of his cock. She was startled by how hot it was, and she jumped as he twitched under her lips. She began to lick it, straight across the top to begin, and then around and around like she was licking an icecream. She noticed a little bead of clear shiny fluid form at the eye of his cock, and, after a moments consideration, she licked it up, surprised by the salty taste, but it was not unpleasant, and she smiled at him.

Opening her mouth wide, she took the top third of him in her mouth, and began to suck him, while she licked him with her tongue. Then she pulled back, dissappointed. She had taken only a small portion of him. She looked up at him.

"You are so big, I never knew a man could be so big! But.... I can't get very much inside my mouth, I want to get it all in, but it wont fit!"

She was a little annoyed at herself, and she went back to her task, looking up at him, holding his eyecontact, wanting to know how she was doing, as she bobbed her head, struggling to take more and more of his thick shaft.

He held her hair, gently though, as she began to kiss and lick. Her lips and tongue felt like heaven on his cock, warm and wet and so eager he could hardly believe it. When she lapped up the precum that was welling out of the tip, and then looked up and smiled at him, he almost fell down. The plan he had come up with had worked like a charm, better than he had really dared hope. She had blushed when he told her what to do, but she hadn't hesitated in the least.

When she had him stuffed in her mouth as far as she could take him, and she looked up with those big brown eyes, so full of blind adoration, he couldn't help but beam back at her. Why not? She was doing exactly what he wanted her to.

"You are so big, I never knew a man could be so big! But.... I can't get very much inside my mouth, I want to get it all in, but it wont fit!" she said, and he grinned down at her, stroking her cheek with his fingers as she sucked him. He could see the uncertainty

"You are doing so well, my sweet. That you have never done this before just makes it more amazing. You are a natural cocksucker, my love. Don't worry about taking it all right away. I will help you practice, my beauty, every day, because you are so special in my heart." He was gasping the words out, almost panting with pleasure. Her eagerness to do go against her upbringing, to do whatever he demanded of her thrilled him almost as much as her mouth, and he began to pump his cock back and forth.

His fingers tightened in her hair, and he whispered. "You are beautiful, my wondrous girl. Now you will try to take more of my cock in your mouth. You will feel like you are choking, but you must not be afraid, my love. You must be a brave little angel, and trust your man. Try to relax your throat, my sweet little cocksucker." He held her head tight, and pushed his cock into her mouth, feeling the resistance as the head pushed into the back of her throat, feeling the convulsing muscles there trying to clear the passage, seeing the panic in her eyes. He pulled back, letting his cock slip out of her mouth entirely, a long string of her spit still connecting it to her lip.

"Don't worry, my love. It is only frightening because it is new, but you will learn. I know you will, and I will be so proud of my pretty cocksucking angel." He leaned down and kissed her, letting his tongue explore her mouth for a few brief seconds, and then, "When you are ready, I want you to try again, without me pushing this time. Take as much as you can, and make Al proud."

She struggled, trying to take more, she wanted to take every inch of his cock into her mouth. She could hardly believe she was doing this, she had never even seen a man's cock before, never touched one, and here she was sucking one! But, it was the man she loved, and she would do anything to please him, eagerly so.

"You are doing so well, my sweet. You are a natural cocksucker"

His words of praise warmed her heart, with her mind recoilling only after, as his words were assimilated. Cocksucker?? Surely that was an insulting thing to call her? But then, the way he used the word, made it sound like a term of endearment. She was confused, but she pushed it aside, putting it down to her own lack of sophistication.

"Don't worry about taking it all right away. I will help you practice, my beauty, every day, because you are so special in my heart."

She felt her heart swell with love. He was special to her too, and she redoubled her determination to do all she could to please him, in any way he desired!! She would show him that she was up to the task!!

He began to move, thrusting his hips, while holding her head, but he did it in an encouraging way, not a rough or unpleasant way.

"You are beautiful, my wondrous girl. Now you will try to take more of my cock in your mouth. You will feel like you are choking, but you must not be afraid, my love. You must be a brave little angel, and trust your man. Try to relax your throat, my sweet little cocksucker."

She blushed at his compliment, smiling at him, with his cock still in her mouth, as he tightened his fist in her hair, and pushed forward, breaching her throat. She gagged, her oxygen cut off, and she felt panic rise rapidly within her, yet she fought her desire to struggle. She trusted him. Al would teach her, and eventhough it might be difficult, she needed to do this, to prove to him that she was the woman he needed. Her eyes watered, and then, he withdrew, and she gasped for air, saliva drooling from her mouth.

"You will learn. I know you will, and I will be so proud of my pretty cocksucking angel."

That was it. She was his! His cocksucking angel!! She felt her body throbbing with excitement, at being his.

" I want you to try again, without me pushing this time. Take as much as you can, and make Al proud."

She wanted to, more than anything!! She took a deep breath, and tried to steady her nerves. She opened her mouth, and bobbed her head on his dick, taking progressively more, relaxing her throat, and then, forcing herself forward, and taking the head of his cock into her throat. She held him there, fighting the urge to gag, as she looked up at him, her eyes streaming, but her heart swelled with happiness. She had done it. She pulled back, took another breath, and then moved forward again, taking him into her throat once more, and taking him deeper still, her throat convulsing, as she bobbed, and finally, with a struggle, she managed to get her nose to graze his abdomen.

She was so happy! So proud of herself!! She looked up at him, brimming with happiness, her heart swollen with adoration, love shining in her eyes.

He stared at her, in a sort of lust-crazed awe as she pushed his cock further and further into her throat. When she pulled back to gasp for air, he stroked her hair, but she kept working it, deeper and deeper, until her chin pressed his balls and his entire shaft was lodged in her throat. He had known girls who couldn't do that, no matter how many times they tried. Or maybe, he thought, they just didn't try hard enough.

"That is it, my sweet girl, you did it!" he cheered, and as she stared up at him, her eyes were filled with a pure, sweet love. The poor thing just didn't know any better, he grinned, and began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her throat, watching the tears stream down her cheek, and telling her what a wonderful little cocksucker she was. She couldn't seem to get enough of that. She was going to have plenty of chances to prove it, he grinned.

It wasn't too long after that he felt the pressure in his balls about to burst. He hadn't had any sex for close to a week, he had been working so much, and he had never had a blowjob like this. There were girls who were more skilled, to be sure, but he had never known one quite so eager. The trick, he realized, was in making her think she was living her dreams, not his. The girl had come to New York wanting to fall in love and have an adventure, and he was giving her that. As long as she kept on thinking that was what was happening.

"Soon, my cocksucking beauty, I am going to cum for you." He was holding off, trying to savor her eager slurping and the deep recesses of her throat, but he couldn't hold out much longer. He wanted her to be ready for it when it happened, though. He wanted to make sure she loved swallowing cum. He pulled his cock out for her mouth and lifted her chin, so she was looking up in his face, and he let his eyes fill with the intensity of his lust for her body.

"That white stuff you tasted earlier is called cum, my love. Soon I will give you a nice, big drink of it. I want you to make sure you swallow every drop, because ... because my cum is my love for you. It is even called love-juice sometimes. You don't want to miss any of my love, do you, my pretty cumdump?" He touched the tip of his cock against her mouth again, smearing precum over her lips. "Now finish me, my love. Suck my cock until I fill you with my love-juice."

Despite the cock gagging her, cutting off her air, she beamed at him with eyes, shinging with adoration as she took in his praise.

"That is it, my sweet girl, you did it!"

She had never really received much praise for anything. Being proud was sinful. So, unaccustomed as she was to it, it thrilled her all the more, and made her copperfasten her determination to do everything in her power for this man.

"Soon, my cocksucking beauty, I am going to cum for you."

She did not fully understand what he meant by that, but she knew he would show her, teach her. He was not repulsed by her ineptitude, her inexperience, and she loved him all the more for it. She knew that his "cumming for her" was the climax of the experience, but the mechanics of it, or what exactly that entailed, she didn't know.

He explained to her what cum was, and she thought to herself that when she had tasted it earlier, it was not unpleasant, and it was clearly something that he expected of her, and that gave him pleasure, and therefore, it pleased her.

" I want you to make sure you swallow every drop, because ... because my cum is my love for you. You don't want to miss any of my love, do you, my pretty cumdump?"

She was already shaking her head. No, she certainly didn't want to miss out on any of his love, or his cum.

She went back to sucking him once more, even more enthuastically now, she was striving to make him cum, to reward her for her efforts, to prove his love for her. She used her tongue to massage hsi shaft, which the head of his cock was wedged in her throat, and as she struggled, swallowing, her throat spasming, she felt him swell even more, and, then a warm gush shot down her throat, and she pulled back a little, the remaining jets filling her mouth.

She held it in her mouth for a moment, surprised at the volume , and wondering what to do, before she remembered his instruction, and swallowed loudly, licking her lips to remove any remaining traces. Then, on pure instinct alone, she leaned in and began to lick his shaft, removing any traces of his seed from his cock, unwilling to waste any drop.

Smiling, she looked up at him, and asked him.

"Was that okay, Al? Did I do good?" she looked up at him worriedly, and was so eager to please him! She was still a little taken aback, shocked really, at his calling her a cumdump and a cocksucker, but he had prefaced both with terms like "my little" and "my pretty" and he made what she thought to be insults, sound like terms of endearment, so she lovingly embraced those terms, and cursed her provinciality. She would make herself love those terms. She repeated in her head "I am HIS pretty little cocksucker, his little cumdump!" and as she repeated the terms, she felt a sense of pride build in her.