Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Thinking Horndog Title: You Want Me To WHAT? Part: 4 of 8 Universe: You Want Me To WHAT? Summary: Desperation will make you do crazy things. I was tired of doing without, and I figured women owed me, so I decided to rape one. I planned it all very carefully, and it went off like clockwork -- but then the weird shit started to happen... Keywords: MF oral noncon cons rom You Want Me To WHAT? Chapter 4 I'm totally insane. I slept in my car; if the cops went to Crystal's place, I didn't see them -- and I was looking, believe me! I followed Crystal to her job, then left her and went to my own, bearded and rumpled and tired. Women who asked got told I had a bad night; with guys, I generally limited myself to 'Ladies' Night' -- which was enough for them to make assumptions. Later, when the cops showed up to take me away, they would no doubt put two and two together... At lunch, I dropped the sheets off at the coin-op with the rest of my stuff for the lady who took stuff in to wash. When I got off work, I rolled by Crystal's and her car was there; more than that would likely get me detected, one way or another, so I went home to a TV dinner and bed. Nothing makes you crave pussy like just having had the good stuff -- have I mentioned that? By Thursday, I had the itch -- BAD! I lived with it as best I could... Friday, right after work, I drove thirty miles to a ski supply store to buy a ski mask, then went to a costume shop for gag stuff and finally ended up at an adult bookstore, looking for restraints and a decent hood that Crystal could wear that wouldn't interfere with kissing and stuff. That wasn't what I told myself it was for -- the official plan was to use it on my next poor victim -- but my planning all had my experience with Crystal as input data, so you can imagine... That night, I cased Crystal's place with binoculars. Crystal had a guest, some heavyset girl -- a bleached blonde. She was short and roly-poly, but had oddly decent legs. They sat eating ice cream and watching TV until eleven, then the other girl went home -- to another apartment in the building from the way the lights came on elsewhere not long after she left. Crystal would get up and go to the slider -- the curtains were wide open -- and give me an eerie feeling as she looked all around outside, including straight at my place of concealment. Saturday, when I rolled by at around eight on my way to a bar to drink myself stupid the lights were out at Crystal's place; I more or less assumed that she was out, too -- which for some reason sped the flow of alcohol down my throat. I took a cab home, relatively early, puked three times and crashed. I spent all day Sunday recovering and looking at myself in the mirror; by midafternoon, I was weak, but resolved. I spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening marshalling my strength, my intestinal fortitude and my mad rapist tools -- and my laundry, so I had her sheets to give back to her -- and made my way to Crystal's. First, I spent forty-five minutes going over the exterior of Crystal's apartment block with a fine toothed comb, looking for -- and not finding -- surveillance cameras. There were a couple, but they were oriented on the parking lot, not the building. That was a lesson learned; I stayed the Hell out of the parking lot! Then I gathered up my goodies and settled in to wait. She got up at eight-thirty and wandered off out of sight of the slider, so I collected my goodies and made for her little balcony -- and was barely inside and set up before she wandered back in! I nearly crapped myself, but she was oriented on the TV and missed me as she came through the door. I stepped up behind her, covering her eyes and she let out a yelp and I realized that I hadn't pulled a weapon of ANY type and if we got into a wrestling match, I might lose... "Hey, HEY! It's me!" "Jeezus! I know you pretty much have to sneak up on me, but, damn!" "Sorry!" "The bag is on the nightstand..." "Yeah, well, I brought something that might improve things. Keep your eyes closed." I fiddled with the soft half-hood I'd purchased from the adult book store's fetish area and got it on her head one-handed, then used both to tie it off. "How's that?" "Well, better. I thought we were going to do ski masks?" she asked. "I have one, but it's a last resort thing because you'll see too much of me. I'm wearing it now, but it's coming off. Damned thing is hot." "Well, okay. I was starting to worry -- what does a girl have to do to attract a certain serial rapist, anyway?" "If I had any sense at all I wouldn't BE here!" "Thank God you don't, then..." she started fumbling around, reaching for me. "I want a kiss." "You're a piece of work, you are..." I leaned in and we tested lip-locks. "Oh, that's NICE!" she breathed when we disengaged. "Yeah..." Dammit, I finally found a woman and I have to hide from her! Life wasn't fair! "What do you want to do?" "Not watch TV! Let's make out on the couch..." "Let me close the damned curtains -- you can see every damned thing with them open." "Gee, how do you know that?" she teased. "I'm not going there -- too many dangerous admissions." "One day you're gonna have to trust me," she reproved. "I'm working on it, but I STILL can't see you going forever without putting me in jail the first time we have an argument." "Sweetie, listen to us now! We're almost domestic! You wouldn't poke me with that nasty knife of yours now, would you?" "Well, I'd be REAL unhappy about it -- but that doesn't mean you're safe! If you push me against the wall, well..." "I'll be good." "No surprises like that blowjob!" "I get your cum! That's over! We've had that talk!" "Fine -- just don't scare the piss out of me, okay? That knife or a bullet aren't really on the list of things I want to stick in you!" "The way you put things... I'm getting naked -- are the curtains closed?" "Gimme a sec." So I'm farting with her curtains, halfway across the room, when I realized she could just undo the tie on that mask... She didn't though. Problem was, I just wasn't alert -- my subconscious trusted her even though the conscious part of me didn't. I was getting sloppy -- did I WANT to get caught? But she was naked when I finished and the mask was still in place and I went over to get me some woman. There comes a time when you know you're screwed and nothing can save you. I stepped up to Crystal and grabbed a big handful of ass cheek and put my other hand in the middle of her bare back and leaned in to smell her and suck her neck and it hit me then that I wasn't going to do without this. My hardon was pressed against her soft belly and wanted inside and there was just too much of her I didn't want to have to do without. She was right; some day soon I was going to have to trust her -- because I refused to do without and I couldn't keep this shit up forever. When that day came, I would take my life in my hands, so I would postpone it as long as I could... "Take your clothes off," she husked. "I want to feel you." Two minutes later, I was stretched out atop her on the couch and we were rubbing ourselves against each other like a couple of wild weasels. We started dry-humping and she got soaking wet and the next thing I knew I was in her, going to town, and she was clutching me to make sure I didn't go anywhere before she got off! She clamped down and squealed and I realized I had no time to spare -- "Leggo! Not inside!" She was a good girl and let go -- but I barely fucking made it and I put a puddle between her tits that hit her chin! "Baby, Baby, Baby -- shit, shit shit!" I rubbed the underside of my cock along her split, finishing us both off. "Man, that was close! Hey, are you on birth control?" "I wish I wasn't!" she gasped. "That would get us BOTH in trouble!" I pointed out. "Don't get ideas!" "I know!" she whined. "Don't ruin it...." I shut up and sucked her neck and ears. She loved that, I could tell... We were both gooey then from the flood of cum I'd poured on her. "Damn, I'm a mess, too," I grunted. "We'll shower." "That could get to be really complicated," I mused. I had no idea how to do that safely. "You'll think of something." She was purring like a cat. I hoped that she didn't decide I was a mouse at some point... We did the missionary position again on the couch before I made her kneel on the floor while I swabbed the thing off. Then we moved to the bedroom and I knelt her up doggie and we went nuts for like a half an hour before I cut loose on her back. I wanted to cum in her cooze so bad I could taste it! Then it was cleanup time and I took her into the bathroom and sprayed her front and back with a hand-held shower and soaped her and got her all slippery and generally had a good time doing something necessary. She helped me a little, blind, but I made sure the situation was handled. After that, I put her to bed with a wrap of Velcro around her wrists to keep her busy while I got out the door. "I brought you back your sheets," I told her, "Gonna take this set..." "Bye, Baby," she husked. "Don't wait five days next time -- I need you!" Man, that just grabbed me by the guts and shook me. I wanted to crawl back into that bed and wake up there in the morning, but it just wasn't smart... I kissed her cheek and ran for the slider. Unfortunately, I almost ended up waiting five days. Monday I recovered and got the laundry done and went through the post-mortem on my various attacks of stupidity Sunday night. Tuesday evening I went over to see her, but the roly-poly girl was there. Wednesday I had to work late. I was in a rush Thursday, myself; Crystal was up looking out the slider every ten minutes but not leaving the room so I sneaked up on it with a sticky note that said, "Go get ready!" Two minutes later she found it and nearly fell all over herself getting out of the living room and came back with her mask on. She was still feeling her way around when I slipped through the slider and whispered, "Well, THAT worked." Crystal turned toward my voice and nearly tripped on a chair trying to find me, "Thank God! I ASKED you..." "You had a girlfriend in here Tuesday!" I yelped, bringing her up short. "Yesterday, I had to work late!" I paused and scratched my head. "Why on Earth am I making excuses for not coming here to molest you?" "Probably because you know how much I want it!" Crystal replied, hugging me. She was in a robe -- and naked underneath. Ninety seconds later my pants were around one ankle and Crystal was trying her best to swallow my cock. I didn't last long enough for her mouth to get tired, I can tell you! It was past time I returned that particular favor so I got her up on the bed with her knees spread and took a taste of her pussy. 'Screamed and creamed' is the best description of her reaction I can think of. There is nothing like knowing for sure you're doing a good job -- and Crystal was Crystal clear about it, holding my head with both hands and feeding me all KINDS of furry split! I climbed up and spread myself on her afterward, the underside of my boner pressed against her puffy split and said, "We might not have anything in common but kinky sex, but DAMN that's good..." She hit me! The guy who has had a gun or a knife in his possession every time we've been together and made it clear that they could get used! And she pops me in the shoulder! I will NEVER understand women! "You bastard! We can't HAVE anything else in common until you let me SEE you!" "Yeah, that's a problem," I admitted. "Damn right it is!" Her voice was sulky and had that congested sound to it that said, 'I'm thinking about crying...' so I leaned down and kissed her nose and her cheeks and finally her open lips. "I keep telling you I'm a worthless asshole and you don't want me." "And you lie! And I l-- never mind." 'Oh, shit. Was that the 'L' word?' Did that make things better or worse? "Everybody else in the world can't be wrong..." "Bullshit!" "Are we gonna fight?" "No." She sulked, but she clutched me to her. "I want you to stay the night. I want to stay the night at YOUR place!" "Oh no you don't! And it has nothing to do with masks and stuff! I'm a terrible housekeeper!" I yelped. "Well..." That seemed to be okay. "Come on, Mister Awful Evil Rapist Man -- I'm at your mercy." She threw her arms and legs out. "Ravish me!" "With pleasure!" It started out as slow, gentle loving, but at some point it ramped up quite a bit; the neighbors knew what we were doing because the headboard kept hitting the wall! Somebody got irate and thumped back and I ended up muscling Crystal crosswise in the bed and we resumed at our earlier rate until she tensed up and arched, screaming and I -- FUCK, I let go in her, about as deep as I could get! I think we both dropped out of the stratosphere and touched down on Earth at about the same time. "Uh oh," she whispered. "Am I in trouble?" I lay atop her, thinking. Was this her fault? No. Would killing her help? No. Was it gonna happen again? Are you shitting me? After how it felt? FUCK, YES, it was gonna happen again! "I guess not." I paused for a moment. "You got me now -- well, you do and you don't. I'm not on record, but you can always trot down and get a swab of wigglers collected and use them to catch me later." "For a paternity suit, I'd run -- but I'm on the pill. To put you in jail? Baby, if you're in jail you can't be HERE!" She turned her head and I knew she was crying. "Please, God, just kill me now..." "Fuck that." I wiggled my cock in her. "Maybe I'll add to it. If I shoot you it'll be because I caught you on the way to the police station." Somehow, I really didn't think that was an issue... "Just hold me..." This was getting tough on her; well, it was tough on ME, too! I held her and kissed her here and there and insisted that she was blameless and that there was really nothing to be done and sucked her nipples and pretty soon she was wiggling on my half-hard cock and it firmed up and we did it again, slowly, deliberately -- a half-hour of Heaven. I left enough little wigglers in her to catch thirty rapists -- and we both got a kick out of it. Even if I was a totally cruel, sadistic, sociopathic motherfucker, this was the wrong time to kill her -- she was full of my stuff and it wasn't going anywhere and it would be viable long after she bled out. But I'm NOT a cruel, sadistic, sociopathic motherfucker, so the whole subject of blood and gore was moot. Could I kill her at this point? Not even to stay out of prison. But I wasn't TELLING her that... What I DID tell her was, "You'll never be safer than you are with a pussy full of my semen!" I used some Velcro straps and tied her to the bedpost, spread-eagle, and was heading off to take a shower when the doorbell rang. "Crystal! It's me, Desiree! I brought ice cream!"