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The Rant

By: 1Thinkingman



(Author's note: I take no responsibility for the words or actions of Ben. He has overreacted to his situation and quite frankly I think he is a little unstable.)

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"Piss off you bastard, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be in this mess. Hey you! Yah you the reader. Don't listen to a word the author says he's a lying backstabbing cocksucker."

I better start at the beginning. You might find my tale of woe a little scattered or incoherent. But really, if you went through what I have just gone through I think you would understand.

Hello, I am Ben Hiller I own a Hardware store in Toronto. Until recently my life, though not perfect, was going in the right direction. Then the author had to step on my quite happy life. Did I do something to him? No I didn't. Did I say something wrong to make him upset with me? Again, no I did not. He is just a scheming piece of shit.

Let's give you some background and see if you like how everything turned out. I graduated high school like almost everyone else. Went to college and obtained a business degree, pretty normal so far. I brought my hardware story from my father so you can say it is a family business. Everything is smooth sailing so far wouldn't you say?

My future ex-wife and I met in my store when she needed to buy a new interior door for her parents place. I helped her find all the pieces she would need to do the job and I offered to help hang her door. You have to understand, one look at her and I was hooked. I never believed in love at first sight, she sure made a believer out of me. Tammy had all the curves in all the right places. Even in heels she is shorter than me, and I am only 5' 6" so that is saying something. She has jet black hair; you know the kind that in the right light has a blue sheen. Deep green eyes, she was perfect. Well I though she was perfect, perfect for me, you've been there you know what I mean.

Well the door hang led to dinner and dinner led to dating, you can see where this is going. Right, after two years of dating we were married in a small ceremony of family and close friends. That's how Tammy wanted it, a very practical girl.

Life would continue along like this for the next few years. Tammy would organize our lives together and I would just sit back and enjoy. Never have been the controlling type and Tammy liked making decisions, she always consulted me so I was fine with the outcome.

About now you are wondering about our sex life. Well this is not a story this is my life and I don't talk about what goes on with my wife. Do you? Didn't think so. I will tell you this I never got any complaints.

The only thing missing from our lives was the sound of running little feet. Tammy wanted to wait, in Canada it is her body and she can damn well do what she wants with it. Here women have reproductive rights, men don't. Enough said. So we waited or more importantly I waited and waited... well you get the picture.

Don't get me wrong Tammy wanted children she just wanted to get established at the bank first. She said that by thirty she would be in a place where her advancement would be secure enough to take off the time to have children, as I said too you before a very practical woman.

So readers, you can see the pattern our lives had settled into. Pretty sweet if you ask me. We weren't rich but we were well off. Vacationed where and when we wanted, spent most of our free time together. And we had plenty of free time.

"Hey you! Brittease, I know it is six hours difference between here and England but I don't fall asleep reading your stories so stay awake. I'm almost at the beginning of where this all goes to shit."

All I ask for is a little of your attention. Really is that too much to ask? Where was I....?

So life was looking good and out of the blue the Author fucks it all up. How you ask? Did he make a play for my wife? No. Worse than that, he wrote us as characters in one of his shitty little stories, the fucking wanker.

So here is how it unfolded. You are not going to believe this shit.

I have just returned home from work and there is a jaguar in the driveway. Not to worry Tammy has some wealthy clients at the bank and from time to time I get to meet them. I park the car and head into the house.

"Honey I'm home, whose jag is in the driveway?" I say as I enter the living room from the foyer. Seated on the couch is man in his early forties. Salt and pepper black hair. Even sitting down I can see he is tall. He looks fit, intelligent eyes. My wife is sitting beside him with her hand in his. I am becoming upset something is wrong here.

"Ben I want you to meet Kurt Simons." My wife introduces us. Sure enough when Kurt gets up to shake my hand he towers over me. I'd say six, six maybe six seven. In addition, did I mention fit, wearing a business suit that probably cost him a week's pay? You know the type.

"Kurt would you excuse us for a moment" I don't wait for a reply and for the first time in my life I steer an unwilling person by the arm into the kitchen.

"Ben you're hurting my arm." I let go.

"Mind explaining what is going on Tammy? I come home and there is a strange man holding hands with my wife in my house." I can't believe I am not yelling at this point. You would have to have been there to see and experience the atmosphere.

"Kurt is not a strange man Ben. He was made for me. Before you go off on a rant Ben, let me explain." She indicates that I should take a seat. I fall into the chair, understand I don't sit down; it's like the wind being taken out of your sails. I just fall.

"You know we read those stories on Literotica together?" I nod. "Well one of the authors from that site contacted me using my username. He is or was Tearsofsorrow2, but something happened and he had to start over as 1Thinkingman."

"Tearsofsorrow, 1Thinkingman there is a point in there somewhere Tammy?"

"I'm getting there Ben, just be patient. Anyway 1Tm asked me if I was happily married. And I said yes I was. Then he asked me if I lacked for anything. I said no, no more than normal; you know more money, a bigger house, keeping up with the Jones's, things like that. Things that don't matter but people think they do."

"So he made a pass at you?" It is surreal how calm you can be when you want to smash something, anything.

"No it wasn't a pass. He just asked me to describe what the perfect man for me would be. And then he would create him through his writing."

"I'm not good enough is that it?" My voice was beginning to rise, I couldn't help it.

"That's not it Ben, 1Tm created the perfect man for me. Until he did that I didn't believe there was such a person. But Ben there is now. Kurt is kind and self assured, he is strong and tall and handsome. He belongs on the cover of a romance novel. I can't help myself he was written for me. And I'm sorry but I'm leaving you to be with him."

Something snapped in me. I calmly said ok. Who does that! I'm confronted with my wife telling she is leaving me for another man and all I say is "ok". What the fuck is that! Is there something wrong with me? "Ok" of all the stupid fucked up moronic things I could choose to say, my marriage ended on "ok". By the time I came out of my funk, Tammy and Kurt and the jaguar were gone. She was nice enough to leave me a note.

Ben

As I write this you are sitting at the table just starring into space. I will file for divorce I have told Kurt I won't cheat on you and he will have to wait until I am single again. I won't be asking for anything in the divorce as Kurt has enough money and so I will not deprive you of anything, know that I still love you and always will. It wasn't you Ben always remember that. Hopefully in the future we can be friends, I'd like that.

Tammy

I don't know whether to laugh or cry at this point. She says she didn't cheat on me? What do you think? Does life start at conception or at birth? She may have not physically cheated on me but she cheated. It's time for revenge. As I said in that moment something in me snapped, a little switch I didn't even know existed went from zero off to one on. Before that moment I didn't have a violent bone in my body. Now revenge was all I could think about.

Alright reader maybe you don't believe in violence, I sure didn't. But I am not going to sit here and take it up the ass like a good little boy, ain't going to happen. So if you don't like it, fuck off and stop reading. As I said earlier this is not a story it's my life.

Revenge requires two things, money and willpower. I have both in big supply, oh and anger lots and lots of anger. Do I seem anger to you? You have no idea.

Revenge requires three things, it also requires a plan. At the moment I don't have a plan but I'm going to make one don't you worry. I guess that's four things.

Now the first part of the plan was to see a lawyer about divorce. I what you are thinking she told me she wasn't going to ask for anything. Well let me tell you things change and when I get through with her, she will angry enough to ask for everything.

Schmitt, Shyster and Smith Barristers at Law, only the best for my honey. "Come in Mr. Hiller, have seat I'm Hans Schmitt I deal with Family Law how can I help you?"

"Mr. Schmitt my wife has informed me that she will be filing for divorce."

"On what grounds Mr. Hiller, I only ask to get a better perspective on your situation."

"She has no grounds." I could feel my anger rising again.

Putting up a hand, "She doesn't need grounds to divorce Mr. Hiller, all she needs to want to get out. It's the beauty of fault divorce. The court does not care. What is she asking for in the way of assets, property, and part of your business?"

At this point I handed him the note she left, I thought it would explain what she was after clearer than I could.

A confused look came over Mr. Schmitt's face, "This seems pretty cut and dry and decidedly in your favour. Normally the court would split everything 50/50, you don't have a prenup?"

I told him no. His confusion increased and he asked, "What is the problem then I'll look out for your interests but it just looks like a formality at this point."

"She could always change her mind Mr. Schmitt." I paid a retainer and left the lawyer's office with part of a plan implemented and most of a plan not even conceived.

That's a bit of a lie, I know what I wanted to do I just didn't know how to do it and stay out of jail.

Deal with the wife first, that's where to start. Next stop the bank, and no I did not deal with the bank my wife worked for. I closed all the joint accounts, we had three. I wasn't trying to hide assets I was trying to retain them. Therefore, I opened three new accounts, same bank, and my name only. The judge would see I tried to hide nothing. I had a better plan I was going to hide me. Cancelled my life insurance policy, I took some perverse pleasure in that one. Cancelled her auto insurance as I was, and I can't stress was enough, the one paying all the bills.

You still with me. This isn't too complicated for you, not getting bored. Don't care there is only so much you can do if you are trying to avoid a jail term or justification for the judge to give everything to your cheating wife.

I went by a realtor and put my house on the market. The housing market here in Canada isn't as depressed as it is in the states I asked for twenty five thousand less than it was worth. The realtor said it should sell quickly.

Now the business, it isn't hard to sell a prosperous business, especially when you under value it so the sharks will frenzy to get a piece. By the end of the week I was unemployed and debt free. Money from the sale of my business when it finally came in would go into a different bank account along with the money from the sale of my house. All perfectly legal I might add. Tammy was not legally entitled as they were assets prior to marriage. Her car was a different story. I sent it to auction and had them write two equal checks one for me and one for her. I used my half to buy a new car as my other one was owned by the hardware store.

I need to back up here as I forget to mention the one call I got from Tammy while I was out getting all this done.

Ring, ring, "What do you want Tammy. I don't have time for you anymore so just spill it"

"That's no way to talk to me Ben; I am still your wife. I tried to get into the house I'm there now, you changed the locks?"

"You don't live there anymore Tammy or did you forget you left me to be with Mr. Perfect."

"I need to get my clothes and personal items; can you come home so I can do that?"

"I'm sorry to here that honey but I'm busy at the moment and will be for some days. You would not believe all the things that need fixing when your wife leaves you for another man."

"Ben don't be bitter I explained it the best I could. I still love you. When can I come back and get my things?"

"Never, honey you and that asshole are never setting foot in my house again. Tell me where you are staying and I will bring them over."

So she told me her new address. Riches digs in town. I said it would take a couple of days as it wasn't high on my list things to do.

About now you are wondering why I would do anything for the bitch. Access my friend access. My revenge on Tammy requires pain. And as I couldn't inflict pain on her, well there was always Kurt.

I am not making this up when I tell you I searched for information on Kurt. Up until a few weeks ago he didn't exist. No birth records, no health records, not even a parking ticket. I spent a lot of money to find out nothing. Stupid me Tammy did say he was figment of 1Tm's imagination. I thought she was lying now I'm not so sure. A change of plans is in order.

You ever have a hobby you were never any good at? Mine was kendo. I once watched 'The Seven Samurai' and had to have my own Katana. I took kendo classes for a year got my ass kick up and down the dojo by everyone. I was the worst student in class. It wasn't because I didn't try hard, I worked my ass off. I just wasn't any good. By the end of a year I knew enough to be a danger to myself and I was the proud owner of a replica katana.

I love it, when a plan comes together. Business sold check, house sold check, new place rented in Vancouver check. All I had to do was bring Tammy her stuff. But first I had to look up 1Tm online. That fucker was not going to get away with the shit he pulled.

Literotica has a contact button for feedback on my member's page. So I entered 1Thinkingman into the member's search and found his page and pushed the button. I sent him a pointed email with a time and place we should meet.

You ever notice how curious people just can't seem to say away from dangerous places? The author is like that, I send him an email and he comes, what was he thinking? At this point I could be a serial killer and comes like a lamb to slaughter.

The Eaton's Center food court filled the taste of the world over. You want to try it you'll find it there. Right on time Mr. Author shows up. He's shorter than me by about an inch, balding in that male French pattern; you know receding with a round spot. He's dumpy looking say 230lbs with glasses. Dresses like a professor, says he is a psychologist.

The conversation is really one way, me talking him listening. I guess it is a professional thing. I explain that he has ruined my life by building the perfect man for my wife Tammy. Once I have finished telling him the outcome of his meddling he just sits there, contemplative like. "Well aren't you going to say something?"

"Mr. Hiller I don't know what to say. No one has ever spun a tale with such conviction before. Let me ask you, do you actually believe that a literary character can come to life? Yes I did email your wife and I did create a character using her description but that is as far as it goes. Figments of imagination are just that Mr. Hiller. In my professional opinion you need help. I seem to be an object in your delusion so I would be to close to help you in this matter. I can however, recommend other doctors who would be able to resolve the underlying issue you don't seem to be able to face."

This was not going as I expected, I was expecting him to gloat. Here he was thinking me a loon. Change of plans. "Mr 1Thinkingman I am not delusional my wife has left me to live with the ... how did you put it? Literary character Curt Simons, he is as real as a heart attack and I can prove it."

At that point I insisted he call my wife. I even let him use my phone. I was angry but I felt the situation comical. I suppose if it was happening to someone else I might even have started laughing while he was on the phone with Tammy. I watched as he got more and more visibly upset as the conversation went along. By the end he was admonishing her for her behaviour.

"This is the first time I have encountered a shared delusion. I could make a name for myself in the medical journals if you would allow me to sit in on your sessions?"

I saw that, he was going to have to see for himself. My wife is a creature of habit. For as long as we have been married, we would go out for dinner on Thursday nights she has this favourite Italian restaurant she likes to go to. I ask my new friend if he would indulge me and have dinner there on Thursday. He didn't see how it could hurt so he agreed to meet me there at 6.

Thursday night dinner came along in due course and my antagonist and I waited for the happy cheating couple to arrive. I paid the maitre de to give us privacy from which to observe the surroundings. Tammy and Kurt showed up within a few minutes of us getting settled. Again I had her table picked out for her so we could watch and not be observed.

"Is that not the man my wife described to you?" I asked over my Chicken Kiev. There was a grin on my face, as I felt vindicated by the expression on the doctor's face.

"You've been had Mr. Hiller, of course that man looks like the man your wife described. She must have planned for this eventuality. Quite remarkable planning in fact. Still he is a man and not some work of fiction. Your wife has pulled the wool over your eyes and your delicate psyche has chosen to believe the delusion." He shook his head and I could see genuine sadness in his eyes. Well if there was one thing I did not need, it was his pity.

We finished our dinner in silence and had to wait until Tammy and her guest left before we could leave. The doctor and I parted ways; I had to find out if the doc was correct. So far I had found out nothing about Kurt. People in business can't be that hidden there had to be something.

Sometimes when your life is falling apart, money becomes no object. I found myself in just such a situation. I had spent thousands of dollars try to find out about Curt. Here is what I found. Up until a month before Tammy's revelation he did not exist. I mean nothing, no credit cards, no licenses and no tax returns. He was not foreign so I couldn't write it off as he came from another country; no, he just appeared one day as if out of thin air. Alternatively, an author's imagination.

On Friday I called Tammy and informed her I would be by to drop off her clothing and personal items. It was time for the showdown and revenge. By Saturday I would either be in Vancouver or jail, either way I would be staring my new life.

Remember I told you about my kendo experience, well while I was packing her shit, I realized that a katana would not fit in any of the boxes. I don't know how it is where you live but people don't walk around with swords. The last one that did was shot dead by police. I fortunately have the companion sword or wakizashi. The wakizashi is a shorter more compact version of the katana. It would be perfect for my little show of defiance. Tammy was not going to get things her way.


The Rant



I arrived at their place an hour after my call. Tammy met me at the door.

"I glad your being mature about this Ben."

"So whoring is about maturity now, save your bullshit for someone who cares. I have nine boxes to give you and I don't need to hear any shit from you while we move them. Anything you have to say you can say to my lawyer."

Of course Kurt had to help but that was all part of my plan. I took the first box into their place, the one with the sword inside. I placed it on the coffee table and went to get another. When I return after the second box instead of leaving, I retrieved the sword. Just as Curt cleared the front door I hit him. My aim for once was spot on. Right in the throat, he folded like a deck of cards. Now something about these replica swords you should know, they are not sharp and they are brittle non tempered metal. I had to surprises when I hit Kurt. One the sword did not break; I was expecting it to break. The second was that although I did not expect blood, I did not expect ink. That's right black ink started to pour out of the small cut the sword managed to create. Mostly it was a crushing blow; I expected to break Kurt's neck, in that I succeeded quite nicely. Seems Kurt Simmons was a paper tiger after all. That's when I heard Tammy's scream.

Looking at her I could see the nicest shade of white. Then she saw the ink and I believe in that moment she finally realized what Kurt was. And then reality set in and Kurt like a dream faded away.

I smiled, "Enjoy the rest of your life honey, my work here is done." I walked past my sobbing wife and got into my car and drove away.

Euphoria is the feeling you get at the end of a hard task. I felt lighter than air on the drive to the airport. Tammy got from me exactly what she deserved. As I said earlier maybe you don't approve of violence but then again maybe you don't know what it is to be human. And I am not a sexist in this. If this happened to a woman I would hope she has the fortitude to cut the balls off her husband. Ok so I don't believe in violence against women sue me.

Wonder how my life turned out? Did I move and immediately find a new love interest, no. Did I get divorced? Yes it took Tammy's P.I. a year to hunt me down and have me served. But here's the kicker, assets are only those on the day of filing and as all our assets were liquid at the time, Tammy got half of very little. I did not attend any to the court proceedings and I never did see Tammy again. I did send a picture post card of me on a beach getting a blowjob from a very pretty girl. I paid a hundred for that picture. Revenge is sweet.

Why if I had to be written into a story, why couldn't it have been by a good author? If HDK had written this, well it would be another story entirely. The words would flow off the page. Tammy would not have been so insensitive. I would be better off in the end. Or may DSQ or SS06 I never owned a Mustang. Even MM or JPB would have at least written a better story. No I had to be stuck with this dickhead writer.

As for any of you would be authors out there. Thinking of using me in one of your stories, think again. I have a pen and a sword, if I don't get you with one I will get you with the other. Warning sent enough said.

ToS2/1Tm



The Rap Star



If you have the time you can e-mail me and tell me what you thought.

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Cassie lives with her boyfriend in a house near to where she works. She works as a cashier at the local supermarket.

Her boyfriend Jim works as a salesman in an electronic shop in the city. They don't make that much money together, but they still have quite a comfortable life.

Cassie is a 26 years old brunette. She is about 5 foot 5 inches tall.

Cassie is quite the beautiful woman, she's a real head turner actually. She has always had a slender body. Her nice C-cup breasts fits excellent with the rest of her body, at least according to her boyfriend.

Her butt is as firm as the rest of her body, though Cassie thinks it's a bit too big.

But there is one thing that her boyfriend doesn't really get about her. That is the fact that Cassie really likes rap music.

Jim has often asked her how she can like that music, but she just tells him that she thinks it's cool.

One day at the supermarket, as Cassie was getting off from her pass at the cash machine, she saw a face that she thought looked familiar.

Then as another cashier sat down next to the cash machine, it hit her. The face that she recognized was Tyreal, her favorite black rap star.

She couldn't believe that it was him. And he was standing in her line.

"Tess, can I just take this row of people before I go off from my pass." Cassie asked the other cashier that had just started.

"Why." Tess asked.

"Please Tess, you can take a 5 minute break." Cassie pleaded with Tess.

"Okay." Tess said as she got up from her chair.

Cassie then sat down, and she began to go quickly through the customers, so that Tyreal would get up to her.

Cassie saw that Tyreal was arguing with someone in the line. She had read that he could be quite rude, but she didn't care about that.

Then as Tyreal came up to her with his stuff. He placed the six pack of beer that he wanted to buy, up on the counter.

Tyreal looked quite annoyed about something, so Cassie thought that she would do something that would make him notice her.

"How much." Tyreal then asked Cassie.

"Oh it's on the house." Cassie told him.

Tyreal looked down at Cassie rather surprised.

"What." He then said.

"It's on the house for you Tyreal." Cassie said smiling.

"Well it seems that there is at least one nice bitch in this place." Tyreal then said.

Cassie knew that that was how he talked, and she didn't really mind it, because it was Tyreal.

"Can I help you with that?" Cassie then asked Tyreal.

"Sure." Tyreal grinned.

Cassie then took his six pack and got up.

"Tess, you can start now." Cassie then told Tess.

Tess looked a little surprised by what Cassie was doing.

As Cassie was walking with Tyreal and they got to the exit, she noticed that she was still wearing her cashier apron.

"Oh I'll just take off this cashier apron." Cassie told Tyreal.

Cassie then took it off, and underneath she was wearing a white T-shirt along with a pair of tight jeans.

Tyreal looked at Cassie with a nasty smile.

"So you know who I am." Tyreal then said.

"Oh yes, I have all of your albums." Cassie told him smiling.

"Wow, I'm helping him and he's actually talking to me." Cassie thought to herself.

"There are not many white girls that know who I am." Tyreal then said.

"Well I do." Cassie said with a smile on her face.

Then they came up to Tyreals car.

"Wow, what a beautiful car." Cassie told him.

"Yeah it's ok." He said.

It was a brand new black BMW.

Then as he opened the car.

"Can I take you somewhere?" Tyreal then asked Cassie.

"Sure." Cassie smiled.

"Well, where to." Tyreal asked.

"Oh, I live just a mile away from here, you can take me there." Cassie told him.

"Okay, jump in." Tyreal told her.

Tyreal and Cassie then got into the car.

You could hear the tire marks forming on the street as Tyreal raced out from the parking lot.

"Wow." Cassies heart started racing.

Tyreal looked over at Cassie and smiled. Cassie felt her heart pounding even more as he looked at her.

A few minutes later, he parked his car outside of Cassies house.

"This is where I live." Cassie told Tyreal.

"Alone." Tyreal then asked.

"Well no, I live here with my boyfriend. But he's not home, he won't be home for a couple of hours." Cassie couldn't believe that she had actually told him that.

"Really." Said Tyreal.

"You want to come inside. I could, fix you something to eat to those beers." Cassie asked him.

"Well ok." Tyreal told her.

Cassie smiled.

They then got out of the car and walked up to the front door of the house.

As Cassie was unlocking the door, she felt Tyreals fingers between her butt. Cassie gulped.

"You're one nice white bitch, you know that." Tyreal then said.

Cassie didn't know what to say to that, but she liked it. Although if someone else would have said that to her, she would probably get real pissed off. But now as it was Tyreal who called her those things, she actually got turned on.

Cassie thought about what Jim would say if he saw her, but those thoughts quickly disappeared from her mind.

They then walked inside. Cassie guided Tyreal in to the living room.

"Make your self at home." Cassie told him.

Tyreal then sat down on the couch.

"Get me a beer." Tyreal then told her.

Cassie was still carrying his beers. She put them down and then she opened a beer and gave it to Tyreal.

"Why don't you put on some music?" Tyreal told her.

"Okay." Cassie said as she went over to the stereo.

She put on one of Tyreals cd:s.

As the music started playing she turned around, Tyreal was smiling at her.

"Come over here." He told Cassie.

Cassie walked over to Tyreal.

"Sit down here." Tyreal told her meaning to sit down in his lap.

Cassie was a little nervous, but she sat down on his lap.

"You know, I'm thinking about making a new rap song." Tyreal told her.

"How does it go?" Cassie asked.

"I don't know yet. But it involves me knocking up a white slut." Tyreal then told her.

Cassie knew whom he meant.

Tyreal then sat down his beer on the table, and then he just reached up and planted his big black hand on Cassies right breast.

Cassie gulped. She didn't know how to respond. Normally if someone would have done this to her, she would have slapped them hard. But even though she had a boyfriend, she didn't want Tyreal to stop.

It actually felt very hot having his hand squeezing her boobs.

"Very nice tits." Tyreal then said.

Cassie smiled.

Tyreal then reached up and started kissing her mouth. He shoved his tongue right inside of her mouth. And soon Cassie was sucking on his tongue as well.

"Why don't you get out off those clothes?" Tyreal then told her.

Deep inside Cassie knew that she wanted to do what he said, so she stood up.

She then grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt, and then pulled it over her head. She had on a white bra underneath.

Tyreal started drinking his beer again as he watched Cassie strip.

Cassie then pulled her pants down revealing her matching panties.

Tyreal nodded his head and smiled.

Cassie then looked at Tyreal.

"Take them off." He told her.

So Cassie reached around her back and unhooked her bra. She then let it fall to the ground, exposing her big C-cup breasts.

Cassie was a bit nervous, she had never in her life stripped in front of someone she had just met. But this was Tyreal.

So she then reached down and slowly pulled down her panties.

"Nice." Tyreal told her as he saw her nice shaved pussy.

Cassie gave out a little smile.

Tyreal then motioned her to come over to him. So she slowly began to walk towards him.

As she came up to Tyreal, he reached up and grabbed her tits. And then he started sucking on her hard nipples.

"Ohh." Cassie moaned.

A few minutes later.

"Get down on your knees." Tyreal told Cassie.

As Cassie got down on her knees in between his legs, he started to unzip his pants.

Cassie then helped him pull down his pants. As Cassie looked up she saw a huge bulge on his underwear.

"Wow." Cassie thought to herself.

"Pull them down." Tyreal told her meaning his underwear.

Cassie then reached up and slowly began to pull down his underwear. Then as she pulled them down, out popped this huge black cock.

Cassies eyes flew open, she couldn't believe what she saw.

"Oh god, its soo big." Cassie then said.

Tyreal grinned.

"You know what to do bitch." Tyreal then said.

Cassie looked up at Tyreal, and then she reached over with her hand. As she gripped his black cock with her white fingers, she noticed that she couldn't even get her fingers around it.

It was just that fat.

Then she slowly started to stroke it.

"It's so much bigger than my boyfriends." Cassie told Tyreal.

"Have you ever sucked a black man before?" Tyreal asked her.

"No, I've never even seen a black cock before." Cassie told him.

"Well, go ahead." Tyreal told her.

Cassie then slowly leaned forward. She then stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his cock.

Then she opened her mouth and slowly took his entire cockhead in between her lips. She used her tongue as she began to suck on his thick black cock.

"Yeah, that's a good slut." Tyreal grunted.

Cassie tried to get as much of it into her mouth as she could. And she almost got half of his length inside of her, before she started to gag.

Then she started to bob her head up and down.

By this time Tyreal had his hand on her head.

"Yeah baby, suck that black cock." Tyreal grunted.

"You like that don't you." Tyreal then asked.

"Oh yeah, I had no idea that I would love to suck your black cock as much as I do." Cassie told him.

Cassie then went back and slobbered over his cock.

"Where's your bedroom." Tyreal then asked her.

"Upstairs." She told him.

Tyreal then stood and picked up Cassie.

"Bring my pants." Tyreal told her as he lowered her a bit, so that she could pick up his pants.

Then he carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. As he laid her down on the bed, he then took off his shirt.

Cassie looked up and saw this huge black man standing in front of her. She knew that he was going to fuck her.

"Turn around." Tyreal told her.

Cassie turned around, as Tyreal got up behind of her. He ran his finger through her wet pussy.

"Ohh." Cassie moaned to his touch.

Then she felt something big pressing against her pussy lips. Tyreal had his cock up against her, and then without saying a word, he shoved it in.

"Ahhh." Cassie screamed out.

"God you're biggg." Cassie had never had anyone that big before.

Tyreal grabbed her hips and slowly started to move his cock in and out of her. But soon he picked up the pace and really started to pound her.

"Ah...ah...ah." Cassie moaned to each of Tyreals thrusts.

He squeezed her tits from behind, as he was slamming her hard. Then he pulled out of her.

"Now get up on top of me." Tyreal told Cassie.

Cassie then quickly got up on top of him, and then she lowered herself down onto his stiff hard on.

"Ohh yeahh." She moaned as she started moving up and down.

"Yeah bitch, pump that black cock." Tyreal grunted.

Cassie started to really pump her black rap star.

Then as Tyreal felt that he was getting closer, he grabbed Cassie and flipped her over.

He started pounding her from between her legs. Cassie had her legs around his back as he fucked her hard.

"Ah yeah, now I'm gonna knock you up." Tyreal told Cassie.

"Oh yes, cum inside of me." Cassie moaned.

"Ahhhh." Tyreal then grunted hard as he came.

He started spurting load after load of sperm deep inside of her.

"Yesss, fill me up." Cassie moaned.

Tyreal then made a few last thrusts, as he then began to slow down.

"Oh Tyreal, you were so incredible." Cassie told him as she began to slow down her breathing.

Tyreal and Cassie then gave each other a long wet kiss.

A few moments later, Tyreal had gotten up and was getting dressed.

"Do you really have to go?" Asked Cassie as she laid there all naked.

"Yes." Tyreal told her.

He looked at her once more, and then he went out of the bedroom and began to walk downstairs. 

As he was walking down, the front door opened. It was Cassies boyfriend Jim.

"Honey I'm ho..." Jim then saw this black man coming down from upstairs.

"Who are you?" Jim asked concerned.

"I'm Tyreal." Tyreal told him.

Then as Tyreal came down.

"Let me just tell you. That is one hot slutty girlfriend you got there." Tyreal told Jim grinning.

"What..." Jim didn't know what to think, or do.

Tyreal then walked outside with a big smile on his face.

Jim stood there for a moment, then he started walking upstairs. His mind was flashing with images.

Then as he opened the bedroom door.

"Oh my god." Jims biggest fear had come to life.

He saw his gorgeous wife totally naked in their bed. Cassie seemed to be asleep. Jim was completely shocked.

Then as he looked at her, he saw something white oozing out from her pussy.

Jim then turned around and walked downstairs.

"She had actually fucked that black guy in our bedroom." Jim thought to himself.

Jim then sat down on the couch.

As he thought about it, he had all the reasons to leave her. But he couldn't leave her, he loved her to much.

So he then decided to accept it, and not tell her that he had come home and seen her in bed like that.

Jim then thought that it was his own fault.

"I haven't been paying attention to her lately. That must be the reason." Jim told himself.

As the days past, Jim started to pay much more attention to his girlfriend. But then a month later, Cassie told him that she was pregnant.

And then nine months later, she gave birth to a healthy black baby. Of course Jim was humiliated, but he soon accepted it. And eventually he raised the baby as his own. 

THE END



The Rape



It was hot for October and I was wearing a skirt and half-shirt. On the way home from my friends, as I passed through a park, I thought I heard someone walking behind me, but when I looked back I didn't see anything.

I continued through the park and as I approached the bathrooms someone put a hand over my mouth and an arm around my waist. I was being pulled backwards and I felt hot breath on my cheek.

I grabbed at the hand over my mouth, but he was too strong for my pulls on his arm. He pushed me against a wall and locked my wrists behind my back. I felt something being wrapped around my wrists, he was tying them together. He leaned his elbow against my back and pinned me against the wall. A rag went over my eyes and I couldn't see any light. Another rag went around my mouth, stopping my screams.

He turned me around and pushed me back up against the wall. I felt his hands on my legs, going up my thighs. He pushed my skirt up to my waist and tried to rubbed my pussy through my underwear. I heard tearing and then my panties were off. He put his hands between my thighs and tried to push my legs apart but I struggled. He pushed his knee between my legs and I couldn't keep my legs together.

He ran his finger through my slit, pausing to massage my clit. He pushed his finger in my cunt trying to get me wet. He spread my pussy lips with one hand and began rubbing my clit hard with his other hand. I could feel myself getting wet and he slid his finger in my cunt again. I tried not to pay attention to what he was doing to me, but I couldn't control it and my clit started to swell from the stimulation.

He pulled me away from the wall. He stopped and pushed me down, forcing me to kneel with my hands still tied behind my back. I felt wet grass under my knees and sounds behind me, unzipping and some movement.

He grabbed my wrists from behind and I felt his legs between mine. I started struggling again but he gripped my wrists harder and his arm went around my waist, pinning me to him. I stopped thrashing, his chest against my back. I felt his fingers between my pussy lips, rubbing my clit again.

Still holding my hands he slid in all the way and started pumping hard, slamming against me. "Come you dirty slut, come," he whispered in my ear, fucking me faster.

I shook my head back and forth and he moved from my pussy to my covered breasts, pinching my nipple. "Oh yeah," he said as he squeezed my nipple and cupped my breast through my shirt.

I was getting wetter and he was sliding in and out easier. I could hear his moans and grunts by my ear and his breath on my shoulder. He pushed my shirt up and pulled down the cup of my bra to pinch my bare nipple. I tried to scream but an orgasm hit me and I arched my back. He felt my cunt grip his cock and his thrusts got harder. 

"That's right, come for me," he breathed in my ear. "Fuck yes," he said as my orgasm waves gripped his cock. He was still rubbing my clit, driving deeper and deeper.

I started thrashing despite his painful grip on my waist. But he just held on tighter, pulling my waist against his, thrusting deeper.

He changed his rhythm, long, hard strokes. My juices were starting to drip down my leg.

He was still fingering my clit when I came again, stronger this time. I could feel my cunt muscles grab his cock and he bottomed out as he came. 

"AAAHHHH," he screamed as his hot cum leaked down my legs. He started going in and out again, harder this time, really slamming into me. He pushed be forward and I put my hands out on the wet lawn.

He had his hands on my waist slamming harder and deeper with each stroke. I tried to take the gag out of my mouth, but I couldn’t keep my balance with his thrusts.

He slowed down and finally pulled out. I felt his hands untying the blindfold. My breaths were quick as I felt his kisses on my back. I leaned up against his chest as the blindfold fell to the ground.

"How was that, Sweetness?" he asked, kissing my neck.

"So good my love," I answered, licking my lips. He helped me up, and hand in hand we walked away.



The Rape



Claire was standing trembling in the middle of the room, as he came to her, tracing one finger over her face and neck.

- You are a beauty, aren't you? He asked. How do you feel my dear?

She defiantly looked away, and clenched her teeth at the bastard who kept her in place. What she hadn't expected, though, was the feel of a rough hand grabbing her hair and forcing her to look into the deep eyes of the man in front of her. 

- When I ask you something you will answer me. Is that clear? 

She looked into his eyes with a lot of hatred , and clenched her teeth harder, refusing to let him order her this way. 

-You bitch! He said, and slapped her hard over the face. She fell on the floor , and sobbed one time loudly. The shock of the blow had awakened her senses and shivers of fear were crossing her. What had she gotten herself into?

She tried to get up, but his foot pushed her back down. With a straight movement he unzipped his zipper and pulled his cock out. 

- No, she cried!

- Shut up, bitch! Open your mouth. The man got himself on top of her chest, so that his knees were on each side of her, and his rigid cock was right in front of her mouth. 

-No, please, she said, but his hand slapped her hard on the face again. 

-Open up. That's it... good girl...

His cock entered her mouth violently, and he started fucking her face, moving forward and backward without regards to her choking signs. He was in her throat after a few seconds, using her brutally for his pleasure, while tears ran cross her face. This couldn't be happening to her. Not to her. He pushed his cock even harder, forcing her to snap out of any thoughts, bringing his belly right on her face.

-Oh God, this is good. That's it sweety. Take me all in. Ahhhh.

He was all in her throat, and she felt almost no oxygen from the belly pressed on her face, as he fastened and harshened his movements. She had to fight her gag reflex, and just let him move in and out of her, while his balls slapped her chin, hoping that this would soon be over. Than, with a loud growl, he pushed in hard and stayed there, cuming in her throat, as she was forced to take all his fluid. He pulled out of her, as brutally as he had entered and petted her on the cheek. 

- That's a good girl. Wait until the boys get to taste you, sweety. An evil grim was on his face. Don't you move, now. I will be right back. 

He went out of the room, and closed the door behind him.

"This is my chance", Claire thought to herself, and jumped on her weakened feet struggling. There was a window that seemed big enough for her to get out. She opened it and put one knee on the edge, but right than the door opened, and the man who had fucked her mouth came in together with two other muscular, broad men. She froze, a look of fear on her face. Instead of looking angry, though he was rather amused. He evily smiled and said to his companions. 

-Look at her, boys, our little friend here wants to take some air. Well, we will take care of that, won't we? 

In one step he was next to her, and he hit her hard on the face. Than he grabbed her hair and grabbed her after him, as he went outside. The other two men started laughing and followed them. Shortly , they were in the courtyard, right in front of the window Claire had tried to escape through.

-Jean Pierre, ordered the man who was holding Claire, bring me the horse whip. I think we ought to teach this bitch some respect. You, Claude, go and call all the workers to gather around here. Tell them we have fresh....entertainment. He grinned again. As for you, bitch , get undressed. NOW!

She started crying, imploring him to stop, but he slapped her again on the face. 

-I said undress! Now!

She took her blouse off trembling, and than her pants, remaining only in her lingerie. 

- Good girl. Now take off your bra!

Not daring to confront him again, she took the piece of garment off, exposing her glorious breasts to the spring cool air. 

- That's it, bitch. Now your underware.

As she was taking off the last clothing that had covered her body, a group of about 25 men in their 20s , 30s and 40s came in the courtyard from all over the place. 

-Hey, look here. What a beauty. Come on sweety, turn around. Let us show your tits. 

Whistles and obscene talking surrounded , and she felt tears going down her face. 

-I am glad you are all here, boys, said the cruel punisher. This bitch is quite the beauty, but needs a bit of training; she was eager to escape through her chamber window into the courtyard, so we are going to give her exactly what she wanted. Jean Pierre, he ordered , hand me the whip. Now, boys , take her and tie her with her hands up to that tree, living her body at our disposal. 

- Yes, Antoine. 

- No, Claire screamed, as two pairs of hands took her up and tied her hand by the tree's first brench. 

- Shut up, bitch , said one of the men and slapped her across the face. 

As she was standing nacked and with her hands tied to the brench of the tree, she saw Antoine come in front of her with the whip ready. 

- Because it is your first day, sweety, I promisse I'll be good. He winked at her, while the others laughed. 25 on your ass, and 25 on your tits. Than all these men here will have some fun with you. 

- Hey Antoine, make her count the lashes, said cruelly one of the men. 

Antoine laughed and came closer to Claire. 

- You heart him, sweety. You will count out each lash, and if you miss one we start over again. 

Than his face became harsh and he hastened the whip through the air, right on her tits. She screamed , her all body trembling, as she counted:

-One.

LASH

-Two.

LASH

-Three

LASH

Her breasts were becoming red at first, than purple and covered with welts. The pain was excruciating and tears were streaming down her face. Yet her weak voice never lost count of the blows, her mind too terrified at the thought of starting back over again. She had gotten herself into this, so she will find a way to get out. For now, she would endure everything, and hope it went over faster. Yet how had she gotten herself into this?

LASH!!

-Ahhh! She screamed, as the 25th blow came on her tormented breasts. Than, she forced herself to say: 25. That was it. It was almost over. On her bottom it should be easier, she was used to erotic spankings since she was 18 and had made love the first time. 

Antoine moved around her and brought the lash up forcefully, than landed it hard on her left but cheek.

-Ahhh! Claire's eyes filled with tears again. This was much worse than any spanking she had ever had. One, she counted between sobs. 

LASH! -even more painful.

-Two

LASH

Three, four , all the way to the end, she forced herself to not miss a count. Inside her she hated all those men gathered around her with grins on their faces. She was lucky she was still alive, if she considered the stupidity with which she had gotten herself kidnapped and sold. Who knows for how long, though. No, she mustn't think like that. She had to find a way out. Yet, as she thought all of this she felt a strange tingling arousal coursing through her body. She was sure that if she could touch herself, she would feel the wetness between her legs. 

-Good girl, said Antoine, coming in front of her and petting her cheek. After this you won't give me anymore trouble, won't you? He grinned again with that smile that didn't show any kind of benevolence, and touched her between her legs. 

-Well, well. Boys, she is wet and ripped for your taking. Come and enjoy her. He distanced himself from the tree, as one man was already stepping forward and unzipping his pants.

No! This could not happen to her. She was going to be violated and raped by all those men right there in the courtyard. And yet, at the thought even more juices came out of her pussy, down her upper tight. 

The man pulled out a thick cock with a round head, already up and hard. He came to her, and without any managements grabbed her sore butt and forced her legs up and apart. He entered her and began rocking in and out. Claire felt a slight dizziness. She should have been horrified and yet feeling this hard prick inside of her made her almost moan of pleasure. The man continued his harsh movements for a couple of minutes, squeezing her bottocks even harder and making her scream with pain and pleasure. Yet, when she had started to enjoy it, he pulled out his prick and shoot a hard load on her belly, than turned his back on her and walked away. 

Claire didn't have, however, time to asses her new situation, as another man of about 40 years old, with a long, pulsating cock already out, stepped in front of her and entered her. As he was fucking her cunt, a third man with brown curly hair and broad shoulders came from behind her. 

-No ,please, not the ass. Claire screamed. I have never...

-Shut up bitch, said the man, and than looked over to the one who was rocking in and out of her pussy: Hey, Don, how about we double do her? Hold her still for me, will you?

Saying this, he got the tip of his cock close to her tight hole, while Don spred her ass cheeks and held her in place. Ahh, Claire should have been terrified at what was going to happen to her, but the feeling of that cock at her back entrance sent waves of pleasure through her body, as she felt herself spasm from an explosive orgasm, which took by surprise both men. Laughing, Don grabbed her chin:

-You are really enjoying this, aren't you, bitch? What do you think of this, Samuel?

At exactly that moment, the tip of Samuel's cock entered the first inches of Claire's virgin ass, and she left out a scream, starting to struggle. Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, flowing freely down her face, as Don continued to hold her in place, forcing her to simply stay there and accept everything given to her. It felt as if her tight hole was being stabbed with a big knife, inch by inch, painfully and tormenting. She let out another loud shriek as the man behind her brutally pushed himself all the way in and started rocking in and out, without any regards to her physical pain. She was purely his and their, all those other men's, instrument of pleasure. And yet somewhere deep inside her it felt like this was the fulfilling of a secret fantasy. A fantasy that had been born in the darkest places of her wild mind, and locked deep down, where no one, not even she, would have ever acknowledged it. 

Don started moving his hips again in and out of her, both men slamming their manhoods into her insides, making her squirm, moan, and yell, and than, incredible!, come again into a spasmodic orgasm. The pain in her ass had started to go away, giving way to an incredible dirty, whoric feeling of satisfaction: she was being filled with two cocks at the same time and she was enjoying it. Even more, she craved it, wishing it to not stop, to never stop. She let out a roar, primitive, animallic, and loud, which apparently got the man behind her off, because he pulled his cock out of her ass and shot a huge load on her back. A couple of seconds afterwards, Don growled and came furiously, pumping hot liquid into her throbbing pussy. 

"No,please, don't go", Claire's mind pleaded silently, "I need more". 

But right as the two men were departing three others were surrounding her, the tallest of them untying her hands. She fell to the ground, realizing why she had been freed. "No...", but the deeper, darker voice was stronger: "Yes, please, more , I want more..." A thick cock appeared gloriously in her face, and a big hand slapped her once on the left cheek. 

-Open up. 

She opened her mouth immediately, and the hard prick entered her mouth furiously. Ahh, it felt so good to have her mouth filled with big, warm meat. She held steady so that the man in front of her could start fucking her face. The fantasy that had been locked as a secret of her mind came out : "yes , fuck my face. Fuck my face with this big hard dick. I didn't think I'd love it, but I do. Yes, please..."

Right than, one of the men who had been standing behind her let himself down to the ground, his legs under her, and pinned her into his 10 inches prick. Claire started moaning, her moans muffled by the flesh stuffing her mouth. As the two men were fucking her holes, she felt the third one get on his knees on top of the one beneath her. So this was it... She would be fucked by three men at the same time for the first time in her life. Her vagina began to spasm involuntarily, and when she felt herself completely filled with cock, the third manhood passing through the tight ring of her ass hole, her whole body began to shake, and hot fluid came out of her pussy, her ass and vagina muscles squeezing frenetically. "Yes, please, this is incredible! Filled, finally", she thought to herself in the obscene feeling that was squirming her insides.

The three men around her started laughing at her obvious signs of enjoyment and they grabbed her, entered her, and fucked her harder, 4 bodies connected in each other with a crazy frenzy, in nothing else than pure animallic lust. Claire feeled dirty, really dirty, and the dirtier she felt, the wetter she got, the wilder her animalist desire to be pinned from all parts with rock hard meat. She was hungry. Than, in a final outburst, the three men exploded within her, and she took it all, hot and tasty, in her mouth, on her tongue, in her uterus and in her ass. "Yes, more... please, more", her mind was begging. 

She was abandoned there, on the grass under the big tree, but another round of three men immediately surrounded her. Again and again, she was filled with cocks in all her holes, and again and again she came ravishingly, feeling that she was not Claire anymore, but that it didn't really matter. It was the deep, dark corner of her mind that was finally free, and she was screaming in her mind first, and than out loud afterwards, in the thrill of freedom and dirtiness and nastiness that caught her. As the last man of the 25 was shouting his load into her mouth , and as she watched her body covered in sperm, feeling its taste on her tongue, in her throat, she closed her eyes. For the first time she did not feel hungry. 

*

- Yes, yes, yes... please.

-Claire? Are you enjoying this? Antoine's figure was close to hers, his arrogant smirk grinning in her face.

Oh, she enjoyed it.

-Yes, yes...

- Do you want me to fuck you again? You want it, don't you?

- Yes, oh yes. Please, Antoine, don't let me wait. Now...

       ...

- Are you sure? Claire? Claire, look at me!

...

...

-Claire, Claire, wake up. Look at me. It is 12 o'clock and you have missed the church service. Claire! 

She opened her eyes, and saw a blank figure with blue eyes and a worried grimace above her. Her sister... So...had it all been a dream? The men, the rape, the courtyard and the tree? 

-Finally, her sister snapped irritated. I can't believe you missed today's mass. Really, girl. Well I am running to fix lunch, and you would better come quickly downstairs too. It is not appropriate to stay for so long in bed. People might comment on what Goodness knows you did the night before and we don't want this type of attention on our family. 

Watching her 23 years old sister leave the room, Claire felt suddenly more at ease. She quickly brought her hand to make the Cross Catholic sign on her chest: thank the Almighty it had all been only a dream. And yet, a part of her felt deep, and dark, and sinful, tastefully sinful, and that part secretly regretted it had all been unreal...Because she knew it, and she, Claire, would never ever admit it to the outside world: she was hungry...



The Rape?



Chad Gaines parked his car in the car park of the small suburban shopping precinct. He was nervous as hell and wondering how the hell he had managed to get himself into this situation. He was a nice clean cut young man from a good background and he was about to commit his first crime. His mind was in turmoil and it was all he could do not to start the car and get the hell out of there. But he couldn't! He had already spent half the money he was going to earn for doing a burglary.

He was a student at a mid western university and like many students was always struggling financially. His parents had so far battled to help him through his course and he worked hard at any part time jobs he could get. Until last week he had managed but his father had become ill and would not be able to work for a month which meant things would be tight at home and he couldn't take any money from his parents for a while. It couldn't have happened at a worse time as his rent was due and he also needed some additional books for his course and he was flat broke.

Chad had met Dan Hooper three nights ago at the bar where he worked an evening shift. It had been a quiet night and they had chatted for a while and Chad's problem had come up. Dan had been very sympathetic and said he had been through a similar situation when he was younger, although you wouldn't know it now looking at his expensive suit and the 5 series BMW parked outside. Dan was a successful lawyer who specialized in divorce settlements and he had told Chad he occasionally needed someone to assist him with odd jobs that paid very well and Chad had said very quickly that he would do anything to earn money at the moment. He had been a little surprised when Dan had returned the following evening and at closing time suggested they go for coffee as he had a business proposition for Chad.

NO WAY! Had been Chad's reaction to Dan's suggestion he break into a house to retrieve some documents Dan needed for evidence for a case he was working on. However Dan was a very persuasive man and when he had dropped $500 cash on the table saying there would be another $500 on completion, Chad had weakened. A thousand dollars would solve his immediate problems and give him some breathing space.

It was completely safe, Dan had told him. There would be no one home and they owners of the house kept a key hidden near the back door. It was a large property and the back yard was not visible from the neighboring properties. Dan had given him a small package addressed to the owners of the property as a cover should he be questioned by anyone he was simply delivering the package. The package was in a backpack which was also to be used to carry the documents he was to find which were in the centre draw of the main bedroom dressing table. Chad had wondered how Dan new so much about the house but then realized his client was obviously one of the owners of the property. They were probably getting divorced.

Dan had walked the 2 miles from the shopping precinct to the house because he didn't want anyone reporting his car registration plate. He had already driven down the leafy street full of very large houses, obviously belonging to wealthy people, to establish the right house and to plan a getaway route in case he had to run for it. His heart was racing as he approached the house and trying to appear nonchalant turned into the drive. Once in the confines of the property he pulled the package from his backpack, glanced at the address and turned his gaze to the house, studying it intently for evidence of any one being at home. All appeared quiet and not having seen or heard from neighbors Chad walked around to the back of the house, saw the pot plant near the door and lifted it. Sure enough there was the key just as Dan said. He quickly opened the door and let himself in, holding his breath as his ears strained for sounds of movement. In complete terror, he crept towards the main bedroom having memorized the layout from the sketch given to him by Dan. It was at the top of stairs and the second door on the right. 

He stopped outside the door and tried to compose him self, he opened the door and stepped inside the large room, saw the dresser on the far side of the room and silently moved towards it. He was about to open the drawer when the door to what was obviously the bathroom opened behind him. He turned to see a woman clad in only a towel step from the bathroom into the bedroom. He stumbled backwards in shock, knocking over a picture on the dresser. The woman spun toward him at the sound, they both stared at each other, both terrified. His brain was screaming at him to run...get out of there. His feet refused to obey; they were frozen to the floor in fear. She stood between him and the door, blocking his exit. Her hand flew to her mouth half stifling a little scream. Who are you, what do you want? She trembled.

He tried to answer, he wanted to tell her it was all a mistake, she shouldn't be here...he shouldn't be here...he wasn't going to hurt her. But his mouth was dry and all that came out was a hoarse croak.

Oh my god, she groaned. Please don't hurt me. She stepped backwards away from him, feeling for the wall and then stumbled slightly and fell against the door causing it to close. She was still upright however the stumble had caused the towel to partially slip from her body, exposing her large breasts and her thigh. Chad had instinctively stepped forward to help her as she stumbled and then stopped realizing that she was Ok and he now stood in front of her, staring at her heaving breasts. She looked at him staring down and realizing what had happened started to clutch at the towel to cover her self. All she managed to do in her panic was drop the towel and now she was completely naked. She desperately tried to cover her charms with her arms and hands failing miserably. Once again she moaned "please don't hurt me" as she resignedly slumped to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him and said you're going to rape me... aren't you? 

The last thing on Chad's mind had been rape... he just wanted to be out of there. The irony was that she was blocking his exit by leaning on the only door. He didn't want to man handle her or touch her to make his escape, the fact that she was now naked made that even more difficult for him and he still couldn't find his voice. It was a Mexican stand off...As he stood before her he began to absorb detail and saw how beautiful she was, how vulnerable she looked. Her large breasts were magnificent and her long legs were shapely and smooth joining together at an also smooth bare pussy. Her long blonde hair fell around her shoulders and even though she was around forty, her face and skin were flawless. Despite his fear he felt his cock harden at the sight of this gorgeous creature in front of him.

She choked back a sob and stared up at him with a pleading expression. Please don't hurt me I'll do whatever you say.. just don't hurt me. You're going to do disgusting things to me aren't you...I know it...I can tell your type. You are going to make me suck your cock, aren't you...you are going to make me put your big disgusting cock in my mouth and then spray your cum over me...I just know it. Chad just stared open mouthed at her almost in a trance. He was completely hypnotized by her words... the way she spoke, the way she looked so beautiful... so vulnerable...it was suddenly so erotic. He tried to stammer out a denial...make her understand that that was not his intention at all. But she didn't stop; she just kept talking as she looked up at him. Then you will want to fuck me with you big cock...I just know it, your type are all the same. And then after you have fucked my pussy and pumped me full of your cum you will make me suck your dick until it is hard again and then you will want to put your big fat cock in my ass. She looked at his bulging crotch and back into his eyes. Just don't hurt me, she said again as she reached for the buckle on his pants... 

To be continued if requested.



The Rape – As Told By Her



*AUTHOR'S NOTE*

This story is my account of a play session with my Dom, FreeBloke. He has also written an account, in the form of a story. Please be sure to also read his, called: The Rape - As Told By Him. We had a lot of fun writing these, we hope you enjoy reading them! 

*

I was in my bedroom, sitting at my dressing table, brushing through my wet hair. The house was empty and very, very quiet. I was spending most of my time daydreaming - thinking about him, about everything we've done and everything we plan to do in the future. I felt incredibly relaxed, because I'd been for my run earlier and had just taken a bath. My hair was still wet and I'd just slipped into my black bra and knickers, sheer black top and tight skirt. 

I stretched, ran my fingers through my hair and decided that, yes, I was thirsty. As I got up to go downstairs, my mobile phone rang. It was him; my Dom, my lover. 

"Hello, slut," he said, in his usual firm, but playful, tone.

"Hi, babe!" I replied, happy to hear from him.

"Where are you?"

"At home."

"Yes, I know, but where in the house?"

"Oh, I'm in the bedroom."

"Good. What are you doing?"

"I've just had a bath and washed my hair, I was just brushing it."

"Ok, go downstairs, into the living room."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

As I walked down the stairs he continued to talk to me, mainly small talk. I had a feeling I knew what was about to happen. I'd been building myself up to this all week, and he'd been teasing me and winding me up about which day he'd come to my house.

We'd talked, quite early on in our relationship, about our deepest, darkest fantasies. I told him mine and he reacted very positively towards what I'd said. I told him that my strongest fantasy right then was for someone to come to my house and 'rape' me. He wasn't shocked by this, as I thought most people might be, and he did say that maybe he would one day.

So now, here we were, a few months on in our relationship. We knew each other's sexual likes and dislikes incredibly well and I trusted him, completely. Then, one day, he said to me, "I'm coming to your house very soon, to rape you, but I'm not telling you when."

Every day the following week I readied myself for the possibility that he'd come. On the Tuesday he phoned me, and asked where I was in the house and so on, and I really believed he'd arrived, and would knock at the door any moment. He didn't. He'd phoned me from work. It was all part of his plan to keep me on my toes. I really had no idea which day it would be.

So now it was Friday. The day before he had said, "It will either be tomorrow or Monday." I knew today was the day, but as I rushed down the stairs I began having doubts. I had a horrible feeling that he was doing the same to me as he'd done on Tuesday.

Nonetheless, I quickly rushed to the cupboard and grabbed my high, strappy black shoes. I sat in one of the armchairs in the living room and held the phone between my ear and shoulder. We carried on chatting, as I quickly tried to put my shoes on.

"Are you there yet?"

"Yes, I just sat down."

"What are you doing?"

"Just putting my shoes on."

"Are they on yet?"

"Only one, I'm just abo..."

The phone went dead and almost simultaneously, there was a firm knock at the front door. It was him, his silhouette through the frosted glass was familiar enough for me to recognise him. He'd finally arrived. I had been right. I then fully comprehended what was about to happen: he intended to take me by force; to act as if he was raping me.

I'd told him I'd put up a fight, so I tried to psyche myself up, ready for the onslaught I knew was about to come. I tried to build up the energy to fight back.

I only had one shoe on, but I had to hurry and open the door for him – I knew he wouldn't want to be kept waiting. So, I hobbled down the hall with one bare foot, the other in a three inch heeled shoe. No sooner had I turned the key in the lock, when he pulled down the handle and pushed the door open. He had a stern, determined look on his face, but I could still see a hint of that familiar warmth in his eyes. I jumped back, because the door flew open at such speed. He stared at me, directly in the eyes, without saying a word. 

He moved fast, frighteningly fast, and, before I had time to react, he was inside my house. He made a lunge for me, and I tried to turn and run, but his hand flew up and grabbed the back of my neck, holding me tight, making me gasp. I don't think I've ever felt as much fear as I did at that moment, but, bloody hell I was horny. I was confused, I didn't know how to react, I did know one thing: I felt scared, but incredibly excited. 

The pressure he was exerting on the back of my neck increased and he brought his face close to mine, and said to me, "Close that fucking door and lock it, NOW!" I was frightened and did exactly as I was told. 

"That's it, do as you're told and be a good girl. That way it will be less painful."

"Ok," I replied, looking into his eyes, searching for some warmth there.

"Don't look me in the eye, bitch," he barked at me. So, I averted my gaze and looked down. I was petrified, but also incredibly aroused. He was turning me on, by being his extremely sexy, dominant self.

"Right, now you're for it, you dirty little slut," he growled at me. 

He dragged me into the living room, I nearly fell, because I was unstable with just one shoe on. Then he shouted at me to, "Get down on the floor." I didn't have time to react and follow his instruction that time; he shoved me down, face first and knelt on my back. He was hurting me and I whimpered with the pain, this seemed to fire him up even more and he hit me across the back of the head, three times, in quick succession. He didn't hit me hard, but hard enough. I tried to be quiet and just go along with whatever he wanted. 

The whole time he was on my back, pushing me into the floor, aggressively shouting at me, telling me I was a, "Filthy whore," and other names, which he knew never failed to turn me on, I was telling myself to fight back; to try and get strength from somewhere to make it difficult for him, but I couldn't. In my mind, fighting back was all part of the game, and what happened that day was a game, but at the time it felt very, very real – just as I wanted it to feel.

He took his hand away from my head, and I turned my face to try and look at him and see what he was going to do next. "Don't look at me, bitch, get your fucking head down!" he roared at me, then hit me across the back of the head again.

He grabbed my hair and lifted my head from the floor slightly, and then wrapped a leather belt around my head, making sure it went in my mouth and between my teeth. He also wrapped it once around my neck, I'm not sure if he meant to, but it did feel incredibly sexy. It felt extremely uncomfortable around my mouth, not only because it was tight, but also because he'd left a lot of my wet hair hanging down in front of my face and caught it in the belt. It was tough to breath, as well as see anything. I don't think he realised quite how uncomfortable it was, not that he would have cared much; he was so hyped up and zoned – just as I'd wanted him to be – that my displeasure didn't matter. 

He pushed my face back into the hard, but carpeted, floor and ordered me to give him my left wrist. I struggled to free my arm from under my body, but I managed it and bent it up, behind my back. "Good, now the other one," he said, and I quickly freed that arm and placed it behind my beck.

He still had one knee in the small of my back, when I caught a glimpse of him pull a length of rope from his fleece pocket. "Palms up," he ordered me, "right, now open your fingers out." 

At that point I decided I'd try and put up a fight. I pulled my hands apart, to stop him from tying them. I remember trying to say, "No, get off me," in a very small, quiet voice. It must have sounded pretty pathetic to him, and he laughed at my attempts to put up resistance. Then he hit me again and it really hurt that time. I gave up trying to fight him and placed my hands back together, behind my back. 

He soon had my wrists tied together, and then bent down, placing his face close to my left ear. I could feel his hot, rasping breaths as he spoke, "Get up! Come on, stand up you worthless bitch." I tried, but I couldn't. Without the use of my arms to push myself up, I could find the strength in my legs. Because I'd failed to do as he'd asked, I braced myself to be hit again, but he didn't. I could tell he was annoyed with me, though, because he called me a, "Stupid bitch."

He roughly took hold of my shoulders and pulled me to my feet. I was very unsteady, because I was shaking with fear. He pushed me towards the sofa and told me to get down. "Get your ass in the air," he growled at me, then pushed my face into the cushion.  

I was highly aroused by that point, because it really did feel as if he was about to take me by force. Of course, he wasn't, not really – I wanted it as badly as he did, but he was so good, so aggressive and forceful and I was at his mercy.

I badly wanted him to fuck me, right then, but I wanted to feel as if he was really forcing me, so I kept my legs together. This got just the reaction I wanted: he aggressively grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart, and I felt the top layer of skin on my right knee scrape off as he did so. It stung, but feeling that pain turned me on even more.

My heart was pounding and I was beginning to hyper-ventilate, partly due to the gag, but largely due to the adrenalin rush I was experiencing. I was in pain and incredibly uncomfortable, but so turned on. More turned on than I'd ever been before. It was him, the person he is. He's not only impressively strong and dominant and the sexiest man I've ever known, it's also the fact that he is willing to go to any lengths to please me. He knows my most intimate fantasies, and he goes out of his way to make them a reality for me, and I know he gets great pleasure from playing them out with me, too.

So, he had me there, on my knees, bound and gagged, with my face pushed into the sofa. He roughly pulled my tight black skirt up, then yanked on my knickers. He didn't pull them down; he ripped the crotch, destroying my last, thin, line of defence. 

I heard him unzip his jeans, and thought, this is it, he's gonna fuck me. But, his fingers went to my expectant cunt first. He didn't gently stroke me and play with me to begin with, as he usually does, he forced two – or three, I wasn't sure – straight up inside me. I gasped and reflexively pulled away from him, but only for an instant. It felt good, very good.

His fingers went away and I felt his hands go to the tops of my thighs. He spread my legs wider and got between them. I was still finding it hard to breathe and was incredibly uncomfortable, but I wanted to feel his hard cock inside me. I needed to feel it. I didn't have to wait any longer. He forced his way inside me with a grunt and my cunt yielded. 

He didn't take it easy at first, at all, he pounded into me with great force immediately. Not much was going through my mind at the time, it was all so intense. I remember feeling a little shocked at the speed and ferocity with which he'd acted, but that doesn't mean I wasn't enjoying it – I was, immensely. I do remember wishing he'd given me time to get both shoes on, the bastard. He'd caught me completely unprepared, which threw me off, and distracted my attention, precisely when I'd wanted to focus on what was happening to me.

As he proceeded to fuck me, slamming me into the sofa each time he pounded into me, I could sense him getting more and more aggressive. I'd never heard him grunt as much and breathe as hard as that before. The length of his belt, from where it was buckled around my mouth and throat, was trailing behind my head, and, when he pulled on that, I let out a cry.

My head was jerked straight up and back and the constriction on my throat felt tighter than ever. Breathing was becoming almost impossible and I began to get light-headed. He didn't abate – he was going to fuck me until he came. I felt myself reaching orgasm a couple of times, but it didn't quite happen. Each time I got close, he'd pull tighter on the belt . He wasn't doing that intentionally, as I'm sure he didn't realise, but each time it happened, it distracted my mind and brought me down from being close to climax.

I knew he was about to come when he started calling me a, "Dirty fucking bitch," and saying, "You are my filthy slut." He pulled tight on the belt and let out a long, deep moan as he shot his load into my battered cunt. A wave of dizziness and nausea hit me and, once he released his hold on the belt, I slumped into the soft cushions of the sofa, face first. He was breathing heavily, which I noticed when he lent over me, pressing his body against my back, holding my shoulders. That was the first act of tenderness he'd shown me that day. 

He didn't stay there long, because I think he sensed I was pretty much out of it. He pulled himself up, then quickly began unbuckling his belt, finally releasing the tight constriction around my neck. He was shocked he'd actually wrapped it around my neck, and, as I suspected, he told me he hadn't meant to do that. I didn't mind, in fact, I'd quite enjoyed it – it had added to the intensity of the experience. 

Once he'd removed all the constraints, including the rope that had been cutting into my wrists, I stayed there for a few moments, before he helped me to my feet. I felt, and probably looked, a complete mess. I know my hair had got tangled and my black eyeliner had probably run. Also, my skirt was still up around my waist, and one leg of my destroyed knickers was still around my right ankle, the ankle of the foot wearing the one shoe.

I began to cry, as a wave of unstoppable emotion hit me. I wasn't upset, hurt or angry, far from it, it was just an outpouring of the extreme intensity of what had just happened – a massive come-down. He stepped up close in front of me and wrapped his arms around me. As he held me tight I could feel the soft material of his T-shirt, as I buried my face into his shoulder and chest I wept. He stroked the back of my head and asked me over and over again if I was ok. I assured him I was, then we kissed. A simple kiss has never felt so sweet, warm and tender as that kiss did that day.

He broke contact and stepped away from me, then said, "Right, now go and make me a cup of tea." I grinned at him, before turning to walk into the kitchen.

"No, wait!" he called after me.

"What?"

"Before you make the tea, suck my dick." 



The Rape – As Told By Him



*AUTHOR'S NOTE*

This is my account of a play session with my slut, FreeGal, told in the form of a story. She has also written a story about the session. Please check hers out! It's called: The Rape - As Told By Her. We had loads of fun writing these and we hope you enjoy reading them!

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This was it!

I was going to do it, it was going to happen.

"The bitch is gonna get it," I told myself. "She's going to get what's coming to her, the dirty little slut," I said out loud.

I had to talk to myself like that. I had to build myself up, get into the "zone."

We had been building it up for a few days, talking about it on the phone. She knew I was coming but she didn't know when. That said, she did know I was coming today, it was fairly obvious.

"One day between Monday and Friday," I had told her. I intended to go on the Thursday, but had been required to change my plan at the last minute due to work requirements, which left only the Friday. I had tried to leave some element of surprise by telling her it would be Friday or Monday, but we both knew today was the day. There was no other option for either of us really, so here I was, in my car driving to her house.

I was going to rape her.

It was a fantasy she had shared with me some time ago, during the usual, "Tell me your fantasy and I'll tell you mine" conversation all couples come to.

"Hmmm, mental note, rape the slut sometime!" had been my thought when she told me.

I found her house easily. The directions she had emailed me were very accurate. The house was a 2 bedroom house on the end of a small terrace, side on to a fairly busy but not main residential street. I was careful not to be seen from the house but made a point of seeing enough from the junction to finalise my plan of approach. I drove past the turning and went anti-clockwise around the block to find somewhere to park out of site.

It didn't take long, then I had to wait for her text message. I had to be sure it was clear at her end. I sat in the car, placed my mobile phone so that the signal was best and opened the newspaper. The nerves were beginning to vibrate in my stomach as I read. 

"I'll put up a fight!" She had told me. 

"Oh really!" had been my casual reply.

I had gone on to tell her how I'd be upon her so hard and so fast that she'd not realise what the hell was happening. I had used the word "onslaught" in my description, as that's what I intended it to be. I'm a fairly large guy at 6 foot and well built, and although smaller than me, she's not a small woman at around 5'9". Attractive and curvy, she was very sexy with long thick dark brown hair, just the way I love it.

I put down the paper. I was in no mood to read it. My nerves were increasing. How much of a fight she would provide was a cause for minor concern. I didn't want to hurt her and I certainly didn't want to leave marks, but it had to be forceful. She wanted to be raped and I was going to see to it that she was.

I began talking to myself again, building up my resolve, getting into "the zone" as I was coming to know it. I knew, if I went into this with the normal level of concern that I have for people, I wouldn't be able to carry it through properly. Not to the extent that it would be as entirely realistic as possible for both of us, as we both wanted it to be. 

My phone bleeped into life, announcing of the arrival of a text message. It was from her.

"All clear here," was it's simple wording, as it had been every other day that week. I reacted quickly, to catch her as unawares as possible and also in order to spend as much time as possible with her.

"How did it come to this?" I found myself wondering as I strolled from the car in her direction. She felt that she had fallen into a rut. She was bored with her life and wanted more. I sympathised with her but could do nothing for her except add some excitement to her life on this, very infrequent basis, as she did mine. I had found myself being strongly attracted to her when we first conversed on the internet some months before. When we had discussed, quite innocently at first, our favourite sexual practices along with things we would like to try, etc, we found we were a very close match. The relationship had developed from there. It was very much purely sexual at this point, we just wanted more than we had.

So here I was, at the back gate to her house, dedicated to fulfilling both our fantasies, calling up her number on my mobile.

"Hello," She answered.

"It's me!"

"Oh hello." 

I could hear the nerves in her voice. I didn't want to change that. I wanted her to get the full buzz out of this.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"In the kitchen."

I was crouching by her back gate at this point, ready for the moment to enter, hidden by the high walls surrounding her garden. In all honesty I wasn't sure how I wanted to get in. I had, in previous conversations with her ascertained what options there were. She had freed up the back gate, and ensured it was unlocked so as to allow me that way in if I wanted. All her rear windows though, had good visibility of this and even though I had instructed her to ensure her back door was unlocked, there was a good chance she'd see me coming.

As I wanted to maintain some element of surprise I decided against this. As we spoke she was walking around the house, partially at my suggestion, looking out of the windows to try and see me. She still didn't know for certain if I was there and I wanted to keep it that way. The front door was the only other option. The advantage of the front door was that she would have to open it, which at least put her nearby and therefore accessible as I entered.

I stood and walked around the garden wall to the front door, still talking with her on my mobile as I went, teasing her, keeping her guessing, maintaining the suspense. Then she walked right into my hands.

With the excitement draining from her voice, she said, "You're not here are you?"

There was more than a slight sound of disappointment in her voice. After all the teasing and frustration of the week, she was fearing the worst. My teasing had got to her

"I don't know, am I?"

"I don't know!" She wailed. Her frustration was cutting into her. It was clear in her voice.

I was at the front door, it was time.

"Honey?"

"Yes?"

"Knock knock."

I rapped loudly on her front door, turning off my phone and quickly putting it in my pocket. I saw her silhouette through the opaque glass move to the door. Her hand became visible at the latch. As she turned it I moved.

I knew her first concern would be to lock the door as I entered, she had told me as much. My main concern however was to shock, surprise and stun her with my forcefulness.

I was in the door as it opened and I turned towards her. My heart was thundering in my chest as I pushed the door closed quickly and heard her turn the lock. I noticed her hair was still wet from the bath as I reached to the back of her head with my right hand and grabbed a large handfull and pushed her around me and into her lounge that was ahead from the front door.

I pulled downwards to get her on the floor, growling, snarling through my teeth.

"GET ON THE FLOOR! GET DOWN! GET DOWN! GET ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!"

I heard her voice but didn't take in any words she said. I think it was all cries of shock, pain and horror. The desired effect!

"Get down there, on the floor, you fucking stay down there, do you hear me!"

She went face down onto the floor and I practically fell on top of her. I still had that large handfull of hair in my hand. I pushed her head into the floor, to keep her still and straddled her on my knees. She couldn't move. The poor girl hadn't a fucking chance against me, I had completely overwhelmed her. Most of her hair it seemed was over her face. that suited me. I didn't want to see her face, didn't want to see the human side of her that would threaten my resolve. She was a bitch slut whore and she was getting what she deserved, what she wanted!

I let go of her hair and slapped her semi-lightly around the back of the head a few times.

"Now you fucking slut, you keep fucking quiet do you hear me? One fucking word or sound, just one, and you'll know the meaning of fucking pain. Do you hear me? Do you? Do you fucking understand me whore?"

I saw her head move in a nodding motion. I wasn't sure but I thought she might already be crying.

I moved off her slightly, keeping enough weight on her to keep her down and pulled her arms behind her. Quickly I pulled the cord from my pocket and tied her wrists together. Now she was powerless to resist. I had a spare thin belt in my pocket too, to act as a gag. I pulled it around her face ensuring it went into her mouth and pulled the end through the buckle. I pulled it tight, but couldn't do it up. There wasn't a hole in it at that point for the spigot to go through. Fuck! I hadn't thought of that. It was time to get on with it so I wrapped it around itself as best as I could.

I was talking to her, or rather snarling at her throughout, telling her to keep fucking quiet, how it would be better for her if she did. How she was a dirty disgusting slut of a whore.

Then I lifted her up by her upper arms and shoulders and pulled her towards her settee. I told her in no uncertain terms to help me and she tried, but with her arms behind her she couldn't do much. She was heavier than I expected and I struggled with her a bit but soon enough she was where I wanted her, on her knees, face down over her settee. 

I wasn't going to waste any time. I pulled her skirt roughly up over her hips. Sure enough she'd got some thin black lacy knickers on. I'd told her to wear a pair she didn't mind losing. I grabbed them and unconditionally ripped them from her. They tore easily, but didn't come off. the waist elastic was too strong. I heard her yelp as I pulled, I hurt her I think but I didn't care. I pulled at them again but although they tore some more, again they resisted. They had torn enough though, so I pulled their remnants out of the way and felt for her cunt.

It was then I began to realise that I wasn't hard. I was about to fuck her and I wasn't hard. Fuck! I felt at her cunt and felt the first stirrings in my loins.

"Good!" I thought as I pushed 2 fingers inside her. She wasn't very wet but she was wet enough I decided. It didn't fucking matter anyway I remember thinking. I pulled my fingers from her and undid my jeans then I pulled my semi-hard cock out through the opening of my boxers and pulled the foreskin back a couple of times, the reaction was as I desired, I felt some more blood pump into it and I positioned myself behind her, my cock in hand and began to try to force it inside her.

Before very long I was there. The first couple of thrusts didn't go very deep, but provided enough friction to make my cock grow some more. From here on in it was bigger each time as I forced myself inside her. I heard her gasp and groan the first few times. It wasn't entirely comfortable for her but then it wasn't intended to be. Once fully inside her I fucked at her forcefully. I continued to swear at her and abuse her. I don't think I've ever fucked so furiously and incessantly. 

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! I went at her as hard and fast as I could. Imagine the fastest you've ever fucked or been fucked, then double it. I was right in that zone. So focussed on giving this fucking bitch what she deserved, the world could have exploded, I wouldn't have noticed.

I banged and banged and banged at her. The fucking slut was a whore and she was getting what she deserved whether she wanted it or not. I was so zoned with this I had no concern at all for anything other than giving this bitch whatever I wanted. 

The whole experience then began to overwhelm me as I felt the stirrings of orgasm. I stared down at the helpless slut, fully absorbing what the fuck I was doing to her and began to come inside her.

It wasn't the best orgasm of my life, I still wasn't fully hard or aroused, but it was fully intense. It was the intensity that took me over and made me come. I continued to force fuck her as I spent my load inside her willing, yet unwilling cunt.

Eventually, once my orgasm had fully subsided, I stopped and opened my eyes to look down at her again. I couldn't believe how heavily I was breathing. I felt exhausted, something that hadn't happened to me in sex for a very long time, if ever, to quite this extent.

She was crying. The extremity of emotion had got to her such that she was sobbing into her own cushions. I released the gag and undid her hands. She thanked me but didn't move much, other than her arms. I'm not sure she could.

I collapsed onto the settee beside her, completely out of breath and pulled her to me. We ended up standing and I held her close. She sobbed some more, coming to terms with her feelings. I felt quite ashamed of doing this to her, I hate hurting people in any way, and this was quite painful for me.

Eventually her tears subsided, and we kissed. We sat down together and held each other for a few minutes. I was still breathing heavily. I could still feel my heart pounding and I badly needed a drink.

She began to move as if to get up, and I told her I was thirsty. She agreed that she was too.

"Well make me a cup of tea then you slut," I smiled at her, "Once you've sucked my cock!"