Raped Six Times
Chapter 4

Copyright© 2006 by Linda Jean

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - this story is about a woman who gets into acting and ends up being used. At first she fights it but her body changes her mind. She never asked to be raped, however once the deed was done, they kept going back for more. It was not too long before she welcomed the rapes

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Rape   Fiction  

I was surprised that my vagina did not hurt, but my butt hole hurt like hell in that hot water. As I thought on that, I remembered just how wonderful it felt after that first time the man fucked me there. Boy, that first one sure hurt, but once that went away, I could not believe just how wonderful it felt being fucked in my asshole. I couldn't count the times I told Peter no when he wanted to have sex with me in my ass. Yet today I had, what, four, maybe five, men fuck me there. And I climaxed hard as hell with a dick ramming in and out of my ass.

As I laid there soaking thinking of that I realized that I was actually turning myself on thinking of that. I closed my eyes and put myself back under the covers when Jake first entered me. I knew why that had not hurt me; I was lubricated (very lubricated). And even though he stretched me, it was a good kind of stretch. I fought like hell to get him to stop because I was married, because he was black, because people were around us.

I brought my right hand down to myself under the water. Opened my legs and found my clit. I rolled it around and around as I remembered how Jake made me feel. I came hard and strong with him. I had never come that hard or in any way shape or form with Peter like that.

I remembered the video the director showed me. I remembered Jake's big fat black cock going in and out of my hole. I could remember seeing him pull all the way out and then ramming it all the way back inside of me until our groins met.

My hand was moving so fast as I relived what happen earlier that afternoon that the water was splashing and I was making a lot of water noises. I felt myself reaching a climax that was very, very strong. I opened my mouth wide so the man in my mind could stick his hard cock in it and fuck my face as Jake stood behind me ramming his cock in and out of me.

During that time I had moved from my clit to using three of my fingers to fuck myself with. My eyes were closed as I focused in my mind how it felt standing up bending over with a cock going in and out of my mouth as I was being fucked from behind. Part of my fantasy the man behind me was fucking my hot pussy and the other part of the time the man was fucking my asshole.

I was lost in this sick, hot fantasy until I came, and when I did, I climaxed hard. I relaxed and fell back again, laying down on my back in the water. I lay there coming down from my unholy fantasy. I say that because in the past I had always thought about my husband Peter when I masturbated. I would fantasize of him eating me longer to give me a good climax. Or fucking me longer so I would climax before he would. In the past I even fantasized about sucking Peter's cock, as I would use something to fuck myself with.

I had heard of vibrators and dildos all my life but I never had seen any in real life. I had thought it would be nice to use something like that while I sucked off my husband. I realized that this time I did not think of Peter one time in my nasty fantasy.

I did not know what to think about that, either. After about 40 minutes I got out of the tub, dried off and went to fix dinner. Peter got home at his regular time (6:30), kissed me and, as he sat down at the kitchen table, said, "So, tell me everything. Did you meet the stars of the show? Who is playing the leads? Who is the bad guy? How did they film the rape scene?"

Peter shot off one question after another. I put my finger on his lips and said, "One at a time, slow down." I bent down and kissed him and began telling him all about my day. The only thing I left out was the fact that Jake actually did rape me. I left out that he raped me four times. I left out the fact that I had never climaxed so hard in my whole life. I left out that I had sucked off a man while another was fucking me in my ass and I came harder than I ever had with Peter.

Something was going on inside of me. I all of a sudden realized that Peter had never brought me even close to the pleasure my body had today. Realizing that made me a little sick with myself, and a little upset with Peter.

Before Peter had gotten home, I had thought of all kinds of excuses not to have sex tonight, but now I wanted to. Maybe Peter is good enough to give me that kind of pleasure? Maybe something in me needed to get turned on or something.

Peter asked me how do they make the sex scenes so real looking and if we really were naked under the sheets because all the script said was, "Jake rapes (un-named actress) under the sheets."

I told them that they put a flesh looking thing on me that covered my groin area, and on the actor they put on a actors glove that was flesh color. I told Peter how the director went out of his way to make sure that the actor (Jake) did not touch me and how he put his fingers on my belly button to move the sheet as it looked like he was using his finger inside of me.

Peter had a glassy eye look, as he kept wanting to know more. I told him how under the sheets Jake would make it look as if he was inside of me and how I had to scream and yell out for him to stop. I also told him that we did it in two takes because I kicked Jake so hard I kicked him off the bed.

Peter laughed and when I came close to him he reached between my slacks putting his fingers on my crotch, looking up at me, he asked, "Did it turn you on a little, honey?" I looked down at him, his hand was in the right place. I moved my hips and I leaned forward to kiss him. I said after the kiss, "What do you think?" I moved my hips and gave him a hot wet kiss, telling him I was ready for him right there, right now.

Peter stood up with is lips locked to mine. He pulled down my slacks and turned me around to face the table. I heard him undo his pants and then the zipper, they fell to the floor and he bent me forward. I closed my eyes and part of me was saying a prayer to God. "Please let him make me come. Please let the problem be me."

I was turned on, I was hot and I was ready for my husband to fuck me. I felt him enter and he moved quickly and grunted and I heard him say "Ahhhhh." I knew he came and I had to do something quick so he would not think that I did not enjoy it. I moved my ass pushing back and yelled out, almost screaming, "Yeah, yeah, all of it, I'm coming too, I'm there, all of it, baby, give me that cock, give me that cum!"

I was nowhere near coming; I was still turned on hot as ever. I closed my eyes, trying to picture Jake or any of the men today behind me bending me over my kitchen table, fucking me making me climax and climax hard.

Peter pulled out reached down and pulled up his pants. I just laid there on top of the table and Peter slapped my ass saying, "Better get supper ready." And walked into the den. I stood up, and I can't say what I was thinking because I was let down, I felt used by my own husband. I had been raped earlier today by strangers, and my body not only responded to them but, I now realized, that I honestly liked it a lot. My body experienced pleasure from all the sex, yet the man I love, the only man I had ever known before today, made me feel used, if he hadn't been my husband I would have felt raped again. Really raped.

I did not care for this feeling inside of me. I think I hated it. (Like I said before, I am not sure what I was feeling, let alone able to fully explain it.) I reached down to pull my panties and slacks up. I saw where Peter's sperm was dripping out of me into the crotch of my panties that were at my ankles. I did not really care one way or another at that point, so I pulled the panties and slacks, then began getting dinner ready.

During dinner Peter asked, "Did they pay you today or do they pay Angie?" I sat there and I thought to myself about the envelope. I had a feeling that if I told him about the cash that he would know there had to be something out of the ordinary. When people get paid off the books that means something. I decided not to open up a can of worms by telling Peter about the cash in the envelope.

I said, "The director's assistant told me that they would be mailing me my check and from that I would pay Angie her 12 percent."

Peter asked, "How much did you make today?"

I reminded him, "Under S.A.G., I get paid $16 for every hour on the set. I was there from 6 a.m. to 2:30 p.m., so I would get paid for seven and a half hours."

 
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