I smacked the woman in front of me hard and sent her flying across the room.
"Strip slut, get those clothse off and suck my meat!" I growled at her.
"Please sir don't do this. Get the fuck off me, mother fucker!! Please just let me gooo--ow!" she shrieked and spit.
I grabbed her by the throat and forced her to lie flat on the bed. Then I squeezed until she opened her mouth gasping helplessly for air. She was a cute little thing, a real spitfire too. She was cursing and scratching, clawing at me. But she just wasn't strong enough. I enjoyed straddling her face and sliding my cock straight into her throat.
"Shh, shhh breathe little slut, br-ea-the, through your nose. Calm down, don't be scared I just want to rape you. You will survive this if you stay calm."
She was making these wet, sexy gurgling sounds. I wanted to piss on her then, I wanted to piss right down her throat... but I was not sure if she would get mad. I did not want her to be mad at me.
Wait, I'm not really explaining this very well. I guess it's a little complicated. I did something once and I guess I knew all along, that I would do it again. My name is John Pressman and I took advantage of my wife. I guess that is partially why she is no longer my wife. The first thing you have to understand is that I love her, I really do. I was faithful to Susan for six years, I tried to make our marriage work. Susan and I are both Catholics, so no abortions, no divorce. She is a true believer. Me... not so much anymore. When we were 19, she got pregnant while we were dating. I immediately proposed and she reluctantly accepted. We were married and I thought for a few months happy.
Then it happened.
She miscarried. Susan was happy about it. She could finish college and pursue her legal career unimpeeded. The only problem was me. She was stuck in a marriage she did not really want, to a man she did not really love.
Susan had never been sexually outgoing before. But after the pregnancy she was almost phobic about it. She insisted on me using a spermicidal condom, even though she was on the pill (Yes it was against church law, like many Catholics, she felt she had to). Susan would not blow her second chance at happiness by allowing me to impregnate her again. I had not really wanted a child at 19 but... I would have loved him. I would have loved my son and my wife and I would have been thankful, proud to have her bear my child.
Susan was a real beauty. The first time I saw Jessica Simpson, I thought I was looking at my Susan's twin. Not just sexy, but sweet, virginal, pure. I was in lust with her from they day we met, and I would have been proud to watch that taut little tummy grow, to see her breasts fill with sweet milk--to know that I had done that to her. But Susan was determined that would never happen. Our lives plodded along. As a good Catholic there was nothing she could do about our marriage. She did distance herself from me though. She became emotionally inaccesible. After 5 years of obvious disdain, I gave in and found someone who would treat me right.
Beth and I only had six months, but they were unbelievable. If Susan was a good girl, Beth was a randy slut. Every sexual urge I had she was determined to satisfy. She liked oral, enjoyed anal and absolutely craved rape.
In fact Beth was a rapeslut. She simply needed me to smack her around, push her, force her--to take sex from her. I grew to love rape too. My wife found out about the affair, and put an end to it. She still could not bring herself to leave me, but she stopped having sex with me. She forced me to wait over a year without sex. I guess I would still be wating if IT had not happened. I found naked pics of my wife.
We had gotten very drunk on New Year's Eve and she allowed me to take the slutty-whore pics I always wanted to. There were 23 in all. I realized that I could use them to rape my wife without REALLY raping her. I forced my sweet, Catholic wife to give me all the sex I could handle. I spanked her, talked to her like a cheap whore, sucked her cunt, came in her mouth, fucked her pussy and sweet, juicy ass. I got her to agree to have unprotected sex with me. She had little choice, it was the only way she might stop me from mailing her slutpics to her family, friends and law firm. It was the only chance to save her precious career. Susan did what she had to, and earned the first set of pictures back that night. I'm proud of her.
That's where we came Full Circle. Susan got pregnant that night. The cheating, virtual rape, unnatural sex acts and pregnacy was too much for Susan; she finally decided to divorce me. She was stunned to learn that I would receive half of everything she owned + would get alimony for 1 year. Finally she decided that it was worth it, anything to be rid of me. Poor Susan, it was not going to be that easy.
What she did not know was that I was waiting. I had taken additional pics and video of her when we had sex that night. Even though I had given one set back, I had another. During my affair with Beth, I had purchased several pinhole Video Cameras.
It's called a "Sugar Cube CMOS", and only costs about $90. I bought six. Three for my bedroom, 3 for the den. They would run for 50 hours on a 9 volt battery. It's about the size of a quarter. We liked to have fun in my room while Susan was working. I have dozens of rape movies. We enjoyed watching her ordeals together.
When Susan reluctantly agreed to have sex, she did not know I was filming her. There was one camera hidden at the head of my bed, one in the ceiling, and one in the wall just across from the foot of my bed. The picture wasn't perfect but it clearly showed Susan being fucked anally (willingly), giving and receiving head. It was enough. A law firm like Pierce, Whitman and Doyle, would never Partner with a woman who allowed naked slutpics of herself to get out--no matter what the circumstances. If Susan wanted to be considered for her huge promotion and potentially millions of dollars (over several years), she would have to play ball.
I have a casual friend who worked with Susan's Firm.
"So, Ron how's my girl doing? We may be divorced but I still care and like to keep tabs on her from time to time. She's not working too hard, I mean it is her eighth month. Gotta look out for my son."
"Well... you know she is a finalist for the last Partner slot. So I guess she's under a lot of stress. They do a deep background check, and you are on probation. I guess the firm does not like to be embarrassed."
Perfect, the time was perfect.
Right after I hung up with Ron, Beth rang my doorbell. Yes THAT Beth. When Susan left me, it was so easy to pick up where we left off. For the past 7 months she has been my woman.I did not love her or anything, but she made me so damn happy sexually. A part of me grew to need her, to look forward to seeing her--to raping her. That's where you came in.
Beth walked in my front door and started bitching about how I didn't treat her right, or give her enough money. She had just been to the hair dresser and her hair had this glossy shine and bounce it did not usually have. Before I had a chance to compliment her she started griping. Beth knew I hate to be bitched at by a woman. It's just this cute thing she did sometimes to let me know she wanted to be raped. Hard. Immediately. So I smacked her around a little, shoved her into my bedroom, and stripped her. The little slut was loving it. But... there was an arrogance in her eyes that I had never seen before. There is only so much you can do to a woman who likes to be raped, if you are not willing to hurt her. I guess I had been so grateful to her for the sex, I had forgotten her needs to be truly raped, to have her reality shattered. A part of me had begun to treat her like a regular girlfriend. Beth needed to be afraid, to be treated like a cheap piece of sex. It was just wrong of me to act any other way.
We'd see how she loved things in a minute. I kept looking at her thick mane of honey brown hair. It hung halfway down her back and pooled around her face.
I don't know why I did it, guess it was just something I needed to do. She just needed to be shown her place. I opened the drawer and put Beth's handcuffs on her. I left her legs free. I wanted her to fight me, to think she might have a chance.
"Oooh, put the Blindfold on me too,"she said as I slowly inserted the 4 inch vibrating dildo into her ass.
Beth was ready, she knew what came next. That my fat cock was going to ram her. She was a little worried because I had not lubed her. But, she trusted me not to hurt her too bad.
"No blindfold for you slut. I want you to see this coming." I reached in the drawer and pulled out the scissors. Beth's eyes got round and wide as she saw them.
"You are MINE whore. You need to learn your place. The only person you need to look good for is ME. "
I began to cut long, thick strips of Beth's hair. After the first cut she was bucking wildly trying to throw me off. But I stradled her firmly.
"John... stop, sssSTOP!! What are you doing, that's not funny. Don't cut my hair!"
"Schniip, snip, sknip, vain little rapeslut. You don't tell me what to do. You may beg, you can PLEAD, but I will do anything I want to you. Say it, say that it is ok for me to cut you bald. I want to hear you say the words. No? NO??! Fine then if you have nothing nice to say, you will say nothing at all!"
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