She Raped Me

Dave lay in bed with his eyes open. His wife, Julia, was snoring, keeping him awake. That wasn't exactly true. Even if the room had been completely silent, he wouldn't have been able to sleep. She was on his mind.

He'd thought of her while he was fucking his wife. He knew he was going to. It had only been a couple of days since Allie had raped him when he was trying to get money out of the ATM by her office. He'd been thinking of her ever since. As he fucked her, she asked him if she was as good as his wife, and he knew that she was better.

"The next time you fuck her, you're going to think of me," she had said. "You're going to wish it was my pussy you're tasting."

It was true. As he ate his wife's pussy tonight, he couldn't help comparing it to Allie's. It wasn't that his wife tasted bad. It wasn't that she wasn't good. He just wanted Allie more. Her cunt was sweeter, tighter, prettier.

"Allie..." he whispered in the darkness.

His wife snored again.

Dave got up and quietly shuffled into his office. He stopped by his daughter's bedroom to peek in on her. She was curled up under her blanket with her teddy bear. It made him smile.

In his office, he opened the drawer of his desk and reached all the way to the back to find the burner flip phone he'd bought yesterday. Allie had given him her number. It was the only number in the phone. He hadn't called her yet. He'd been waiting.

He wanted to believe that he was wrong about how much he wanted Allie over Julia. She was pretty. He'd jerked off to Allie lots of times before she ever raped him. He'd probably even thought of her when fucking Julia before. But now, he knew she was all he wanted. He'd fucked his wife, they had both cum -- hard. And he still wanted more.

He turned the phone on as he closed his office door. He didn't dare leave the phone turned on. He couldn't have explained things if it had started ringing or buzzing inside of his desk. This was the first time he'd used it outside of plugging in Allie's number. He pushed the green button and held his breath.

Riiiinnnggg... Riiiinnnggg... Riiiinnnggg... "Hello?"

"It's Dave," he said quietly.

Allie sighed at the other end. It sounded like a contented sigh, in Dave's opinion.

"I was wondering when you were going to call," she said.

"I fucked my wife tonight," he said. Why beat around the bush?

"And?" she asked.

"You were right. I just kept thinking of you. You're... so much better."

"Mmmmmmm," Allie crooned. "That just made me wet.'

"I want you," he said.

"Come get me."

"Where?"

"Can I text you at this number?"

"Yes."

"I'll text you my address. The front door will be unlocked. I'll be on the living room couch, wearing nothing but those shoes you like. Come right in and fuck me. Don't talk. Don't ask questions. Don't say a goddamn word. Just come in, fuck me, and leave."

"Oh, God," he whimpered.

"See you soon," she said, and she hung up.

Five seconds later, his phone buzzed as he received her text. Dave quietly and quickly put on just enough clothes to get out the door.

It took him less than ten minutes to get to Allie's house. She lived in a decent neighborhood. Her street was quiet. He got out of his car and walked up to her door. He took a deep breath and rubbed his semi-hardon before he walked in.

She was there, just like she said she'd be, laying long-wise on her couch, naked except for a pair of sporty, velcro-strap mary janes. Her legs were open, and her knees were pulled up almost to her tits. Her dark brown hair cascaded over the couch. He could see her hairy bush glistening in the light of the one soft lamp in the corner.

Dave took his dick out. It was fully hard now. He held her gaze as he stroked himself a few times. She gestured with a crooked finger for him to come to her.

Allie took ahold of his dick as he approached and guided it straight to her waiting cunt. She sighed as his dick made contact with her pussy. He flinched. She kept pulling him, driving him into her with her hands until he gave in and shoved himself into her.

Allie threw her head back with a long, contented sigh as she felt Dave's sizeable dick filling her. She lifted her head and reached up to wrap her hands around the back of his head, pulling him to her. She pressed him to her mouth, parting her lips for him, meeting his tongue with her own. She moaned as she tasted him.

Dave pulled his hips back and pushed into Allie again. He felt her bush tickling his own as she lifted her hips to grind her clit against his pelvic bone. The look in her eyes was mischievous.

Dave hammered hard into her, and she rose to meet him. She gave him a glare that darted him to do it again. He did, and she met him just has hard. Her silent flirtation was driving him wild. Even though he'd cum once already tonight -- inside his own wife's pussy -- he knew he wasn't going to last long in this playful vixen.

Her cunt was so wet that it almost felt like she'd already cum. He didn't feel her pussy spasming, so he didn't think she'd actually climaxed yet, but she was drenching wet. He could tell she knew he felt it, and it drove him wild. He started slamming into her, their hips smacking so hard it almost jarred his teeth.

Allie propped herself up on her elbows, holding his gaze as he slammed into her over and over. Her breathing had become panting, and tiny moans were escaping her mouth. No, she hadn't cum yet, but he could tell she was close.

As he continued to nail her pussy, she bit her lip, moaning until she couldn't take it anymore, and she arched her back, pressing her groin up to him, and then he felt a flood of moisture and the clenching of her cunt around his dick.

Watching her tits bounce as he fucked her through her orgasm thrilled Dave. He knew he was close himself. Groans were escaping his mouth.

Allie sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck and planted her mouth on his. Softly, but firmly, she pressed her kisses into him. It felt, loving and needful at the same time. Everything about this was so different from the sex he'd had with his wife tonight. A thought of Julia flashed before his eyes. He closed them, and when he opened them again, there was Allie, holding his gaze.

He felt lost in her big, blue eyes as his dick stiffened inside of her. A groan, a shiver, and suddenly his balls clenched, and he was shooting his seed into her.

Allie watched him as he came, a smile on her face.

He thrust into her a few more times until he couldn't take it anymore, and then he collapsed onto her, panting, sweating.

Allie merely held him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, holding his body close to her as his orgasm moved through him. When he lifted up to look at her, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him.

With that, Dave pulled out of her, his cum dribbling off the end of his dick. He noticed for the first time that her clothes were lying next the couch on the floor. He picked up her panties and wiped his cock with them. He threw them onto her belly before shoving his member back into his pants. He held her gaze as he pulled his zipper up. Her big, blue eyes were looking up at him, filling his heart. But he remembered what she'd asked for: "Just come in, fuck me, and leave."

He turned and walked out the door without a word. Then he got in his car and headed home.

Allie closed her eyes and savored the feeling in her freshly-fucked cunt. If she imagined, she could feel him moving in and out of her still. She loved knowing that she was just a warm hole for him to take tonight. His wife wasn't enough. He'd needed more. He'd needed her.

She lifted the soiled panties up to her nose and smelled the cum on them: a mixture of his and hers. She tentatively licked at one of the globs, and then loving it wiped the sticky substance all over her tits.

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His burner phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and flipped it open.

"That was so fucking hot," she moaned.

"You liked that?" he asked proudly.

"You just barged into my house and used me like I was your fucktoy," she responded.

He drank that in for a moment. In his mind, he'd just been following her directions. But now that he thought about it, that's exactly what it had felt like. He'd needed something, and she let him get it from her pussy.

"I am. You know?" she said.

"What?" he didn't quite follow, his mind still on the sensations her pussy had sent through his cock.

"I am your fucktoy. Anytime you need me or want me, come take me," she said.

His twice-spent dick started stirring in his pants.

"What if you're at work?" he asked.

"Especially if I'm at work. I'll let you take me to the alley. I'm yours, Dave. But it comes with a price."

"What's the catch?" he asked.

"Well, I'm a crazy fucking bitch," she said lightly. "Someday I'm going to need something from you that's too much for you to fathom. And when you are on the verge of saying no, I'm going to remind me of all the times that I let you use my body for your needs."

"Allie," he said, "I don't want to just use you. I... I'm in love with you. I want to... I don't know... have an actual relationship with you. I want you more than I want my wife."

"I know," she replied. "But back to the part where I'm a crazy bitch, I'm not going to let you have that. I fucking raped you at gunpoint, Dave. That kind of crazy doesn't go away with a squirt and a kiss."

He pondered for a moment.

"What are you saying, Allie?" he asked.

"I'm a rapist, Dave. It's part of me now. I can't have ordinary, vanilla sex. I need the fucked up shit. At some point I'm going to need to pull a gun on you again in order to get off. Or I might need to tie you up and gag you. Tonight, having you treat me like a little fuckhole worked for me. It was perfect, and I loved it. But we can't do normal, Dave. I can't do normal."

"I'm fine with being tied up," he said.

"Now, see, you shouldn't have told me that. Since you're fine with it, I'm going to need something more. I'm going to need to hurt you, then."

"Allie..."

"I don't know what it will be next time. But I promise that it will be fucked up and sexy as shit. I love you, Dave. But I can't love like a normal girl."

"Allie, please..."

"God, I'm rubbing myself while thinking about hurting you, Dave, and it's getting me so hot."

"Oh, fuck, Allie..."

"I might want to bite you or cut you or flog you. But I need to hurt you, Dave."

"Oh, God, Allie..."

"I want you to use me as your personal cumdumpster. And then I'm going to use you as my precious little victim."

"Allie, yes!"

Allie could hear the sound of Dave stroking himself hard as he drove home.

"Cum all over the fucking family car, Dave. I want you to spray that jizz all over the dashboard. I want your wife to wonder what the fuck that white stuff is when she takes the car to work tomorrow."

"Oh, God, Allie... ungh... fuck, Allie, Allie. Oh God! OH GOD!"

"I'm going to have so much fun hurting you, Dave. But don't worry. I'll make sure you love every twisted thing I do to your body... to your mind... to your soul. You'll be my little bitch. Oh, God, Dave, I'm cumming again, too."

"JESUS! YES, ALLIE. OHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCKK!!!"

"Oh, god, Dave Yes! I'm going to hurt you so hard. And I'm... I'm... oh, FUCK! I'M CUMMING! I'm cumming for you, Dave. OH SHIT! Yes. Yeeeessss."

"I came all over the steering wheel," Dave said after a long pause.

"Good boy," Allie told him.

"Thanks for wearing the shoes," Dave said.

"Mmmmmm. I'm glad you liked them. Now go home and fall asleep next to your wife and think about our little arrangement. And don't forget that I know where you live. My pussy is yours, Dave. But your life is mine. I fucking own you."

"Oh, god, yes, Allie."

"Tell me that you're my bitch, Dave."

"I'm your bitch, Allie. I'm your little bitch. You own me... and I love it."

"Mmmmmm. Good little bitch. Now go to bed, Dave."