Perverts 'R' Us

Lesbian Rapist

By Jaz ( M/F, Rape, Riverdance )

John did not like to think of himself as a rapist. When you think about it, it really is not his fault. Susan Johnson must accept the lion's share of blame. If it wasn't for her, there would be a lot of young lesbian women who had never have been raped.

Susan had a problem. Her parents had spent $60,000 putting her through college to get a degree in 19th Century poetry. Unfortunately, she found that there is not a great demand for jobs in this field in the 21st Century. Her father told her that the free ride was over. They would no longer pay for her apartment or give her an allowance. She would have to get a real job or move back home.

Susan was twenty-four years old and it was time to grow up. Moving back was definitely not an option for Susan. So she made up some B.S. resumes and filled out several applications. She was finally hired as a Customer Service/Tech Support Rep. in a sales and marketing firm. The salary was more than she could have hoped for. The only problem was Susan was way under-qualified to do this job.

That is where John came in. John was a nice enough guy and Susan suspected he had a big crush on her. Who could blame him? With her short sexy body, curly red hair and green eyes, Susan was very attractive. John was your average guy and was a little shy around women, especially attractive women. Susan did not mind his attentions, as long as it did not get out of hand. She was often able to get him to do her work, or answer the really difficult questions. She had made it through her first two weeks without a major screw up. Then it happened.

"Susan can I see you in my office," her boss asked. " I need you to run an RMDS 3rd/4th quarter comparison. Then import it to Excel and include a 3D graph of success and failures in our New York, Boston and Los Angeles markets. Please have it on my desk by 9am, Monday," he instructed.

"Shit, oh shit, oh shitty, shit shit!" Susan screamed to herself. She was never going to be able to fake her way through that. She was going to be fired. Unless...

"Hey John, what are you doing this weekend, I was hoping maybe we could get together," she asked.

"Sure thing Susan I would really like that," he replied.

Susan figured a little flirtation, a harmless date, and perhaps a quick kiss goodnight. What could it hurt? She would wrap him around her little finger and get him to run the stupid report for her. "Yeah, what could it hurt?"

John was in love. He could not believe that a woman as sexy and funny as Susan would be attracted to him, but she was. She asked HIM out. He made reservations at the most expensive, romantic restaurant in town. He did not even get mad when Susan ordered steak AND lobster. They went to see "Riverdance." He did not care for it, but sometimes you do things for the woman you love that you ordinarily would not do. When he took her home Susan invited him in for coffee.

"How do you take it?" she asked.

"Sweet creamy, and hot, just like you." he boldly replied.

When she put the coffee down and sat next to him John decided it was time to make his move. He put one arm around her and began softly kissing her. His hands began a slow gentle massage of her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples.

"Uh, John... John, what are you doing?" she asked.

This was getting out of hand. What the fuck did he think he was doing putting his sweaty man hands on her breasts? If she had to kiss him a little to get his help she could tolerate that but he was not going to do this. John began undoing the buttons on her pants.

"I love you, Susan, and now I am ready to make love with you," he told her.

"Oh, Puhleasee. John. That is enough. I am not interested in you at all. I just needed some help at work and I thought a date might get you to help. It was all a misunderstanding. It is really kind of funny, you see, I am a lesbian," she laughed.

The absurdity of it got to Susan and she had a giggle fit. "You luh, luh, love me, hah hah ha ha," she sobbed.

John wasn't laughing. He could not believe it. She had played him for a fool. Stole over $100 of his money on a fake date, made him see mother-fucking RIVERDANCE, and now was laughing in his face. That little fucking bitch was NOT going to laugh at him. John grabbed her hair and pulled her over for a kiss to shut her up. He pushed her back on the couch and pinned her.

"Wh-what are you doing... get off me, you prick. I told you I'm a lesbian. How stupid are you?!" she demanded.

But John was too far gone for that. He pulled her shirt off and began unfastening her bra, before Susan knew what was happening. His face was now buried in her breasts and he was suckling her left tit. Susan started to panic. This had to be a nightmare. She could not be getting raped. But she was. Susan began to struggle as John pulled her pants off.

"I'll scream," she warned.

"Susan, listen to me. This is going to happen. You started it and now there is nothing you can do to stop me. I am going to rape your lying ass, suck your milky tits, and fuck your lesbian pussy. If you want me to beat the shit out of you for screaming, just try me," John said.

He then stood up and pulled her up onto his shoulder, and carried her back to the bedroom. Susan began thrashing about trying to grab the wall, the door frame, anything to slow him down. All she had on was her panties and she knew that if he got her into her bedroom it would be over.

He got her in the bedroom.

John dumped her on the bed. He liked the way her little titties bounced around as she lay sprawled on the bed.

"Take your panties off and spread your legs for me," he ordered.

Susan began crying, "I can't, I am sorry, please don't make me do this. I am a lesbian!! Don't you understand I cannot do this? Please, John, I am begging you just leave and I will forget this ever happened," she begged.

Susan was not just a lesbian. She had known she was different since she was thirteen years old when she fell in love with her older sister's best friend. She was never attracted to boys. Susan was a lesbian virgin. She was proud of that. John was about to take that away from her.

" Susan, the one thing I can promise you is that you will never forget this happened. I never thought that I would rape a woman, but you made me do it. I never thought that I would beat a woman, but if you do not get those fucking panties off, right fucking now and spread your legs for me, I am going to hurt you. Once I start hitting you, I don't know if I will be able to stop. Please, Susan, help me not to hurt you," he said.

Susan's hands were trembling, and she was softly crying as she did it, but she took her panties off. John decided to be nice about it.

"Where do you want me to begin? Would you like me to fuck you, suck you or butt-fuck you?" John asked.

"I guess suck me," Susan said in a small voice.

John took his clothes off and crawled on top of her.

"Stick out your tongue and say AH." He began by sucking her pointy pink tongue. As his saliva began running into her mouth and he bean making animal sucking noises Susan fought not to show her utter disgust.

"Has he been chewing on shit or what?" Susan thought, as John's chronic halitosis permeated her nose and mouth. She was afraid to piss him off, though, and had decided to do whatever it took to survive the rape. Maybe if she cooperated it would be over quickly.

This is terrific, John thought, as he was softly licking and sucking Susan's neck. As he moved down to her nipples he nibbled on them until they became erect.

"I knew you would start to enjoy yourself, maybe you aren't really gay and have just needed a man to love you and take control," John theorized.

John licked the stub of Susan's outie belly button and savored the slightly stinky aroma. Finally he reached her cunt. He began taking long doggie licks, in Susan's pussy. She was bone dry.

"I am going to get Susie nice and juicy before I fuck her poossy," he rhymed. As Susan felt his long, hot tongue sliding in and out of her she began to feel a familiar sensation.

"No way, no fucking way, I will not have an orgasm while getting raped by a man," Susan vowed.

John peeled her apart and found her clit bump. He then began a concentrated oral massage. He could see that it was having an affect as Susan began sweating and panting, and her vagina began to leak fuck fluid.

"Okay, Susan it is time for your next decision. I am going to fuck you now. Should I fuck your ass or your pretty little cunt?" John asked in an excited tone. Susan did not know which to choose, but finally decided that at least her vagina was wet. She knew that straight women let men do this to them all of the time so maybe it would not be too bad, especially if she could get him off quick.

"Fuck my pussy, John, fuck me now!" she demanded. John was happy to oblige. He slipped his fat cock into her pussy about three inches when he hit her hymen. John bent down and kissed her deeply as he ripped through it. The feeling of her soft, wet mouth and the moans and pained panting was very special to him. As he slid eight inches of man meat down her pussy throat, he began stabbing her wildly with his cock. John loved the sensation of her tight warm pussy pulling on his cock. Her moans of pleasure were driving him on to an orgasm.

"God, she is really getting into it," John thought. She kept saying, "Don't stop. Don't stop," over and over. "Don't worry, baby, I won't stop until you come," he promised.

Susan could not believe the pain he was inflicting on her. She was no longer in danger of having an orgasm. His savage fucking was impeding her ability to speak. In fact all she could do was beg him to stop. Don't do this to her please, "Don't... stop."

Now he was saying that he would not stop until he made her cum. Well, that was never going to happen. Would he be stupid enough to believe it if she faked it?

"Ooh, baby, I am cumming, you feel so good, I love it, you are the best I have ever had, yes, yes, yes, uhhhh," she lied as she grabbed his ass and ground her pussy into him.

John started spurting inside her, pulled out and shot a load on her pointy tits, and finally straddled her face and cleaned his dick on her nose and lips. As he rested his balls and penis on Susan's face, he thought how lucky he was to have found a woman that he could love. His instincts had been right about her. Yes, she was a lesbian but he would not hold that against her. Yes, she had lied and used him, but deep down he knew they could make a life together. John was happy as he held Susan in his arms and drifted off to sleep.

Epilogue

John was awakened by the police kicking in the door to Susan's bedroom.

He looked at Susan in shock and disbelief.

"That bitch, that bitch, that little, fucking bitch!! She had done it to him again. She must have called the police while I was sleeping, while she lay in my arms and held me. How could she betray me like that," John thought to himself.

"Sir, stand up, move away from the lady, and put your hands on top of your head," the officer ordered. As John was led away he looked Susan in the eye and said, "This is not over, we are at war, I will never forgive you this time."

John was convicted on April 26th and spent two years in jail for rape. He was a model prisoner, went to rape counseling and received an early parole. He had plenty of time to think in prison and he decided that he could either try to put his life back together or allow this one incident to affect him forever. John realized that he could never go back to the life he used to have. He had to accept who and what he was. He was a Lesbian Rapist and damn it, he was proud to be one! He had never been as happy as when he raped Susan's unwilling virgin pussy. He knew that he would be raping Susan/bitch soon. Real soon. John planned to ruin her, to rape her over and over again, he was a part of her life now. He would destroy this woman, allow her to rebuild, to recover; and then rape her sweet lesbian pussy again. Once a year should do it.

It was hardly his fault, Susan had earned this. She had triggered something inside of John that he never even knew was there, but it must have been; an evil that had lain dormant, lurking just below the surface, waiting for a chance to be released to usurp control of John's white bread existence. But now that he had acquired a taste for virgin lesbians where could he find them? After giving it some thought it came to him.

"Gay bars are full of lesbian bitches just like Susan, ripe for the raping," John thought as he walked up to Susan's apartment. He rang the bell and Beth, Susan's pretty new lover, answered the door. "Is Susan here?" he asked," tell her it is an old friend, she is expecting me."

As Susan came out of the kitchen and saw him she began to scream.