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Second Friday of the month, without fail. My husband seems uninterested. He's been uninterested for some time now. "Uh huh." Typical. "Will you need picking up, Cindy?" "Nah, I'll get a taxi back, thanks anyway." He's slouched in front of the telly, stuffing crisps in his face and scratching himself. I take a breath and sigh, before heading out to the bright lights and beautiful people. *** I'm tired and I'm drunk now. I'm saying goodbye to the last of my girls as they get into the latest taxi. I reassure them as they get in; I'll be fine, another one will be along shortly. The world spins a little more now, and I feel a little sick. I wish there was somewhere to sit down. Nothing seems to make sense and I wonder when another taxi will be by. Ah well, it's not far. I'll save my cash. The last track playing in the club is going round and round my head as I stomp up the main road towards my neighbourhood. Automatically, my feet take me up the alleyway that is a slight shortcut to my house. I never go up here at night, I ponder as I stumble a little, but I can't quite pinpoint why that would be. Footsteps behind me now. Someone else is taking the shortcut. Curiosity forces me to turn and see if I know them. I see a man, a big man. He's walking a lot quicker than me; he's obviously not had quite as good a night as me, stumbling every other step! Oh! It's that guy I was dancing with earlier; he was pretty hot in a 'bit of rough' kind of way. I recall blurry snapshots of giving him the eye, the dirty dancing, the flirting. He seemed disappointed that I was married. Even more so, when I told him I would never be unfaithful. Then he disappeared once the tears started; oh my god, how embarrassing! I lower my head and walk on, hoping he won't recognise me as he passes. His footsteps are close behind me; he will be alongside me any second. "You're not giving me that much come-on without putting out for me, sweetie. Did you really think you can get away with being such a cock-tease?" His voice is a rasping whisper behind my head. He sounds angry and I don't know how to react. I just keep walking dumbly, head down. I make it two steps before his left arm suddenly wraps itself around me, pinning my arms to my sides. His right hand smothers my mouth. "You can't ignore me, slut. I'm gonna get what you promised me on that dance floor." My stomach leaps. Suddenly, I'm filled with terror and the world straightens up as I'm shocked sober. I wriggle, but he is too strong and holds me completely immobilised and helpless. I try to scream, but what sound escapes through my nose is quickly stemmed when he pinches it shut. "Not a sound, bitch. Be good, and this will all be over in no time." My mind now clear, I realise exactly what is going to happen. His intentions are crystal. I'm going to be raped. I consider for a second if it would be best to give myself to him. But thoughts of my husband and my vows give me new strength and hatred for this man. I struggle anew as he begins to pull me along the alley, towards the gate that leads to the waste ground behind the fence. He is so powerful; he hauls me effortlessly, backwards, feet dragging. My struggles go unnoticed by him as he takes me around the corner and out of sight of the alley. "You make a sound and you'll be sorry." His hand moves from my mouth and down my neck to my little strapless black party top. Hooking his finger into the gap made by my cleavage, it is down off my tits in one tug. Immediately he begins to roughly rub and squeeze at them, pinching at my nipples. "Yeah…nice. I could tell you had a good rack." With that, he pushes his knee into the back of mine and I crumple to the floor, face down. He hooks his hand under my hip and pulls up, flipping me over like a rag doll. I shuffle back on my elbows, away from the huge hulk now descending towards me. My escape is short- lived, though as he grabs my ankles and yanks me back to him. A scream barely forms in my mouth before a stinging fire erupts on the side of my face as his open hand slams down. "I said don't even think about making a sound, you stupid slut." I decide to be quiet. I'd gone all out for the sexy look tonight. I look down to survey myself and see my little black top pulled down, my tits on display for him like so much pornography, my tiny denim skirt rucked up from being dragged towards him. I decided on bare legs, so my best lacy french knickers are now the last remaining modicum of my dignity. As I look, he grabs the sides of my underwear and roughly yanks them down my legs and off. I clasp my knees closed in vain as he forces his knees between them and prises them apart. His left hand is holding my wrists above my head now, I'm weak, exhausted from struggling and, I guess, resigned to my fate. I simply turn my head away and close my eyes. The last thing I see is his right hand moving to the fly of his jeans, and the bulge there; that fucking massive bulge that I'd not noticed earlier. The image is burned in my mind's eye as I stare at the backs of my eyelids, listening to him unbutton himself. I feel him move into position, towards me, pushing my thighs apart with his hips as he approaches. I jump when I feel his cock nudging my entrance. My husband wouldn't be making contact from anywhere near that far away! I gulp as I imagine how big it must be. Way bigger than anything I've ever had before, I know that much. He doesn't pause. I feel my pussy suddenly stretch painfully wide as he lunges into me. I know I'm wet already; I always am after a night like this. I'm always horny until I can get home and let my frustrations out in the bathroom, before going to bed all sweet and innocent next to clueless husband. The man easily sinks his giant cock straight up my pussy. He makes some lewd comment about how much I obviously want it, how I'm a slut with a wet pussy all ready for his meat. I want to tell him I'm not, I'm actually a good girl, a loyal wife, I don't sleep around… But I stay quiet. I can still feel the burning from the slap I got earlier. Almost immediately he is pumping me hard, but slow and deliberate. He starts playing with my tits; pulling and pinching and twisting my nipples as he fucks himself slowly but surely towards his orgasm. I find myself thinking about how full I feel, how I wish my husband could fill me up like this; cock-head pounding my cervix, lips stretched wide. I swish he would treat my tits like this, too. The stranger's huge cockhead angles up slightly now as he shifts position to suck and bite at my tits. Now, as he pushes in, it rubs deliciously over my g-spot, making me squirm slightly. He begins to fuck harder now, obviously enjoying his mistreatment of my now scarlet, throbbing breasts. I can tell he will cum soon; he is puffing in time with his quickening and deepening thrusts into me. But now I'm in turmoil. My pussy is tingling, aching now and clutching at his cock as it penetrates me again and again. He is rubbing hard against my pleasure spot inside me, pushing me helplessly towards orgasm. I can't cum, I won't. My husband would never forgive me, cumming like a slut for my rapist. My rapist who is not even paying the slightest attention to my pleasure, just taking is own from my unwilling hole. How can I be enjoying this treatment? Outwardly, I am quietly enduring my ordeal. Inside I am begging these feelings to stop, to quit tormenting me. Instead I feel him build up the pace; sense his orgasm approaching. This man, this stranger, he is so aroused by me he is simply taking what he wants, about to cum inside me like I'm some kind of toy. His mouth leaves my tits and I sense him looking at me. "Are you cumming, you horny little slut? Is my big cock bringing you off? Ha, ha; look at yourself bitch." His fingers find my clit and begin to rub insistently at it, in time with his last pounding thrusts. With that, my pussy clamps down hard on my attacker's cock as I explode into orgasm. He simply grunts and collapses on me, cock jerking and bucking and spewing its load inside of me while my body spasms and twitches through a massive climax. About thirty seconds pass in total silence, bar our own panting breaths. Then he speaks quietly. "Enjoyed that, didn't you, whore? Cumming all over my big cock like that? Next time, don't you play so hard to get. Got it?" He pulls himself up and away and out of me. I watch him button himself back up, straighten his clothes and stand up straight. He extracts his phone from his pocket and with a short flash of light, captures a picture of me, legs spread-eagle, tits out and cum dribbling. He spies my handbag and picks it up, then turns and walks casually away and back down the alleyway. I simply lie there, stunned and shocked, but most of all ashamed at myself. That was perhaps the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, and it was with my rapist. *** The phone is ringing. Of course, he won't get it, so I take the couple of steps to the phone and pick it up with the cheeriest 'hello' I could manage. These have been a tough few weeks. I decided not to tell my husband about anything in the end. I only my best friend, who was very supportive and caring and helped me through it. But no-one knows everything; no- one knows my slutty little secret. The phone speaks into my ear with a familiar voice, bringing a lump to my throat. "Hello Cindy. I know how much you want to feel my cock again bitch, so you will be back in that alley at midnight. See you there, slut." The phone clicks and he's gone. I look across at my husband. A sudden rush of deja-vu makes my head spin as he sits, scratching and stuffing his face. He looks over and raises his eyebrows to ask who it was on the phone. "Wrong number." End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 55