Hi readers. I’m Sarah, married to Ted (TedsTales), who has written many tales of our sexual exploits and fantasies and he allows me to use his profile to write some stories of my own, which are generally about my sexual activity before we met and also some of my own private fantasy. Ted and I didn’t get married until we were almost forty and both accepted we each had a past. We are very adventurous sexually and it became clear we wanted the same things so it made no sense to hide our past and we often enjoy sharing past experiences. This story is something Ted and I have chatted about and for the record it is “pure fantasy” on my part but it makes us both horny. We had thought about acting it out but finding a suitable venue proved too risky and difficult. Enjoy.x
I was sitting at work in my office and looked at the clock to see it was almost 6PM. Sadly for me I had almost another two hours left of work because today was a Wednesday. I work for an international company and part of my job requires me to chat to some of my overseas counterparts which, due to differing timezones often requires me working outside normal office hours. So every Wednesday for the past 7 months I have been chatting via video conference to another office, logging in at 7PM and usually finishing a little before 8PM. Not that I minded any of this as my boss was pretty cool about me finishing early on other days if I needed to and my husband Ted regularly worked away so I didn’t always have any reason to dash home.
My video call went well and I was all finished at around 7.45PM and heading down to the basement level parking garage under my building, which at this time of night was totally deserted and as per usual the only car parked up was my own. I took the keys from my bag when I was a few yards away which was when I thought I heard a noise behind me. Before I could turn around I felt a hand grab the pony tail on the back of my head and roughly push me forward so I landed face down on the hood of my car. I was about to scream when I felt something slam against the metal work of my car, right beside my head, making me jump, and look to one side. I could see a huge black hand resting on the hood of my car, inches away from my head, and it was holding a long, hunting style, knife, the silver blade glinting in the car park lighting.
“Don’t fucking move or scream or I’ll hurt you. Say yes if you understand.” I heard in a deep male voice.
I managed to whimper a feeble “yes” as I felt a tear run down my cheek and my heart began to race with panic, beating so hard I could feel it vibrating against the hood of my car.
“I’ve been watching you for weeks. Sauntering around in your fancy clothes to your fancy car every Wednesday looking like a nice piece of posh white pussy. So I decided I was gonna get me some.” My attacker growled. “Now let’s see what we have under here!” He continued.
It may sound ridiculous but as he began to fumble with the hem of my dress I felt outraged at my attackers comments that I was posh. I wore pretty standard and plain work clothes, my car was a solidly built Mercedes but certainly not top of the range and now five years old so I put myself in the average career woman bracket in all aspects.
My brief rage over his comments was quickly forgotten as a cold rush of air over my buttocks quickly brought me back to my current plight. My attacker had lifted the hem of my dress over my waist, exposing my buttocks. I then felt the cold touch of, what I guessed was, the steel blade of his knife against one of my buttocks. The flat of the blade slid over my flesh “Oh please don’t hurt me.” I begged. Then I felt a rapid sideways swipe of the knife followed by the blade running over my other buttock and a second swipe. My attackers hand briefly rested on my buttocks before he pulled it back. I felt the cool air on my pussy lips and as I released he had cut my panties away I saw them drop onto the hood of my car. inches from my face.
I stared at them, my plain white cotton panties destroyed and I realised that they weren’t the only thing that was going to be destroyed that evening. I heard my attacked spit and then his sticky fingers rubbing against my pussy lips. His movements were firm but not too rough, which surprised me, and very quickly he had worked one of his sticky fingers into my pussy. His finger felt large as he probed it deep into my pussy and although I wasn’t finding the feeling pleasant I did recall thinking at the time he had a good technique with regards to lubing up a pussy.
After a few minutes, despite my protestations and trying to blank my mind I heard a sound that was unmistakeable. My pussy juices squelching as he worked his finger in and out. I was shocked that given the situation my body could react in this way and I found it all very overwhelming, So much so that when my attacker squealed with delight “Oh wow! Your a hot bitch. You’re liking this ain’t you?” Tears flooded down my face and I began to sob uncontrollably.
My attacker chuckled at my sobbing before he continued to work my pussy with his big fingers. Moments later I paused my sobbing briefly as I felt something else pressing against my pussy lips. I froze and cleared my mind to focus. My worst fears were realised. It was the head of my attackers cock. He was rubbing it up and down between my pussy lips, presumably lubing his cock up ready for it’s assault on my pussy. I knew at that time all hope that I wouldn’t be ***** was gone. It was going to happen. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my body, accepting my plight.
“Hoooahh! Fuck Yeah!” My attacker hollered as he thrust his cock deep into my pussy with venom. His hips slammed against my buttocks, forcing me forwards so my thighs banged against the front of my car.
“Ooooooowwwww! Please no! Don’t hurt me my husband will see the bruises.” I whimpered.
I had no idea if my attacker took notice of my pleas but as he started thrusting into me he was less forceful, no longer banging my thighs against the car as he rhythmically pounded my pussy. His cock felt large, but thankfully not oversized and although it was tight in my pussy it wasn’t painful, something I was a little thankful for. As he continued to thrust into me his hands cupped my buttocks and he massaged them as he pumped his cock in and out of me. Although his hands were big and strong his touch was firm yet light and not at all unpleasant. “God! What was I thinking?” The whole experience was unpleasant! There I was, being ***** on the hood of my car in a basement garage and I was focussed on the parts that felt almost nice.
My attacker continued to fuck me, his thrusts getting a little quicker but no more forceful and he also moved his cock in such a way that every time he thrust into me the tip of his cock rubbed my G spot and made me gasp. My attacker picked up on the fact and in between thrusts he now spent time rubbing against my G spot , teasing it before he thrust into me, almost wanting to please me. I hated to admit it but it felt good it was almost like he was fucking me not ****** me. I felt a tingle run through my body and then the worst possible thing happened. “Ooooooooooooh Yessssss!” I silently moaned as my body gave in and began to embrace the physical stimulation my attacker was now giving me.
My heart sank as I heard those words come from my mouth knowing, that despite my hatred for, my attacker he was giving me something my body was enjoying and was now overriding my thoughts of hatred. The tingle in my body got more intense and as my attacker continued to fuck me I could hear my juices squelching as he thrust in. My pussy was gushing and I could feel the wetness on the inside of my thighs. Quicker and quicker went my attacker and the fire in my pussy began to spread through my whole body. I slid my arms underneath me and lifted my body slightly, pushing my buttocks backwards against my attacker. Ooooooooh! Yeeesssss! Ohhhhhhhhhh God Noooo! I panted as I recognised the pre orgasmic tremors begin and I knew I would soon be over the edge.
My attacker sensed my aroused state. “Woahh Baby! You're loving this aint ya?” he scowled with a chuckle before he went even quicker. Then suddenly he stopped thrusting and manoeuvred his hands underneath my slightly raised body. He grasped my breasts and his fingers and thumbs latched onto my, now hard and tingling, nipples. He adjusted his cock position inside me and his cock head pressed hard against my G spot. He pulsed his cock, small movements, each sending shockwaves through me and he squeezed my breasts hard. I was gone, any resistance I had left was defeated. I sucked in the air and arched my back, increasing the pressure of his cock on one of my most sacred parts and shrieked with bliss as a huge orgasm rocked through me.
I bucked, jerked and screamed my way through my orgasm. My attackers cock pulsing inside me, my pussy walls contracting and trying so pull him in deeper. My orgasmic wave went on for an age until finally I stopped shaking and my body went limp. I lay prone and panting on the hood of my car for a minute or so until my mind began to clear. I could feel my attackers cock still deep inside me. He hadn’t cum, my ordeal wasn’t over. “Oh god please don’t cum inside me. I’m not on birth control.” I pleaded with him, even though I knew I wouldn’t get pregnant I didn’t want him to have any more of me than he’d had already.
“Don’t you worry lady. I ain’t gonna cum in your white pussy.” At last, some slight sense of compassion I thought as my attacker pulled his cock from my pussy. I was wrong!
“I’ve been lookin at that sweet pink A hole. That looks so inviting for my black cock.” My attacker scowled. My head spun and my stomach churned at the thought. The revulsion of being fucked in the bum hole. I’d never let anyone do it. I hadn’t even experimented with a dildo when I masturbated, despite several of my girlfriends telling me they enjoyed anal sex the thought of it repulsed me.
“Oh god! No! Not there. I’ll do anything. Please just tell me what you want?” I begged.
“Don’t worry lady. I’m gonna get just what I want. He scowled. I felt my attackers big hands grip my buttocks and spread them. He then spat and I felt his sticky spittle splash against my bum hole. He pushed one of his big thumbs into my hole, giving no mercy to my pleas for him to stop. He worked his thumb into me and spat onto my hole several more times, lubing me up. I began to sob again, my earlier orgasm long forgotten. My attacker paused and for one brief moment I thought my sobbing may have made him relent. I was wrong again.
I felt my attacker rubbing his cock head against my pussy lips, coating it in all my sticky cum juice and a few seconds later I felt it pressing against my bum hole. I froze and my whole body tensed in fear and anticipation of what was about to come. The pressure against my bum hole increased steadily and then my sphincter finally caved in and my bum hole was penetrated by the spear like invader. “Aaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh! Jesus! Fuck no you're tearing me.” I squealed as a spine shuddering pain shot through me followed by a feeling that someone had inserted a red hot spear into my anus. I panted so much I thought I was going to hyperventilate and pass out.
My attacker froze and kept his cock buried deeply in me. He ran his hands over my shoulders, almost trying to calm me, was this another mild act of compassion? I wondered. My attacker didn’t move for a couple of minutes after which the pain seemed to subside and I just had a tight feeling of my anus being stretched. My breathing slowed and my body seemed to relax, slumping onto the hood of my car. It seemed the more I relaxed the less painful it felt to have this invader in my bum hole so I breathed deeply and slowly then pleaded with my attacker. “Please just get it over with,” I whimpered.
My attacker must have heard me as he moved his hands from my shoulders and onto my hips, gripping them firmly. He pulled back his own hips a little, partially withdrawing his cock from my bum hole before slowly thrusting it back in again to the hilt. “Aaahhhhh” Aaahhhhh! Aaahhhh! I gasped as he began to fuck me. As he increased his speed my gasps got quicker and louder and vice versa. It was like my moans were spurring him on. My sphincter felt like it had relaxed and was now content to accommodate this invader and as I lay there with my eyes closed, trying to think of good things, the feelings in my body changed.
A calming tingle began to trickle through me, emanating from my bum hole and going right through my body. I felt my nipples harden again, pressing through the fabric of my bra and dress against the cool metal of my car. I felt new wetness trickling, from my pussy, down my thighs and the pain in my anus now felt different, almost pleasurable. I realised my body was again betraying my brain and was starting to embrace the feeling of this hard cock repeatedly entering me, stretching my sacred areas where no man had ever been. Then it happened!
“Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!” I murmured, totally involuntarily. What was I doing? I’d just given my attacker the green light. Told him I was enjoying this. Was I really? I asked myself. It’ cant be. Yet my attacker clearly thought I was as he hollered “Oh Yeah Baby! You lovin it now aint ya?” His words were closely followed by a noticeable increase in the speed and firmness of his thrusting and my body totally betrayed me. My earlier gasps of Aaaaaahhhhh!Aaaaahhhh! had now been replaced by moans of “Oooooooo! Oooooooo! Oh Yes! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Yes!”
My attacker knew he had me. My body and probably my mind had totally submitted and were now welcoming this invasion. He fucked me harder and quicker, his strokes so deep into my bowels, which now burned with lust and pre orgasmic tremors began to rumble through me. “Oh no!” I thought as I heard my attacker panting. His fingers dug into my skin as he gripped my hips harder. Then he thrust deep, froze and grunted as his hot cum erupted into my bowels, splashing my anal passage in waves of what felt like hot molten liquid and I came hard, my body rocked to its core as I shrieked and gasped my way through a second orgasm.
My attackers cock stopped pulsing inside my hole, presumably he was spent, his balls drained inside me, and he slowly pulled his cock from inside me. The cold air rushed into the gaping hole it left and stung. I could feel my sphincter throbbing as it contracted, glad to be free of the invader. I saw a big black hand of my attacked pick up my slashed white cotton panties from the hood of my car and was aware of him moving around. He had released my hips but warned me to stay right where I was. Moments later I saw my panties drop back onto the hood of my car next to my face. I could see and smell them. Stained with a mixture of my attackers cum, tinged with traces of red and brown, presumably blood and my own shit.
I sobbed again and closed my eyes. I heard my attacker zip up his pants and then he slapped my naked buttocks. “See ya soon hot lady!” he growled. Everything fell silent. I dared to look behind me. I was alone, he had gone. I pushed myself off the hood of my car and felt sticky liquid run down my thighs. I instinctively grabbed my torn and soiled panties and wiped myself, trying not to let my dress get stained. I got into my car, I had wet wipes in the glove box and I spent several minutes cleaning myself up as best I could. I looked in the rear view mirror. My hair was a mess and my face was as streaked as my panties, a mixture of make up, tears and sweat. After a mini clean up session I drove home, trying not to sob again.
Once home I shed my clothes and showered then after showering I still felt dirt and sore soI decided to bathe. As I lay in the foamy warm water I contemplated the earlier events and wondered what I was going to do about it. What if anything should I tell my husband? Should I report my **** to the police? As I had this thought my heart sank as I realised that in bathing and showering I had washed away any evidence that may have been on my body. I was in a total state of shock and distress. I finished bathing and got myself a large glass of wine before getting into bed. I decided I’d try and sleep and see how I felt.
Again I chastised myself for being hasty in bathing but as I did so I spotted my soiled and ruined panties on the floor. I retrieved them and examined them as I sat there drinking my wine. I raised half a smile of some relief. I had my attackers DNA deposited on my panties in his huge load of cum. I felt drained and lay back to sleep with events turning over and I dwelled on what my attacker had said before he left. “See ya soon hot lady!” What did he mean. Did he know me? Was he planning to attack me again? So much to deal with. I drained my glass and slept.
To be continued……….
I was sitting at work in my office and looked at the clock to see it was almost 6PM. Sadly for me I had almost another two hours left of work because today was a Wednesday. I work for an international company and part of my job requires me to chat to some of my overseas counterparts which, due to differing timezones often requires me working outside normal office hours. So every Wednesday for the past 7 months I have been chatting via video conference to another office, logging in at 7PM and usually finishing a little before 8PM. Not that I minded any of this as my boss was pretty cool about me finishing early on other days if I needed to and my husband Ted regularly worked away so I didn’t always have any reason to dash home.
My video call went well and I was all finished at around 7.45PM and heading down to the basement level parking garage under my building, which at this time of night was totally deserted and as per usual the only car parked up was my own. I took the keys from my bag when I was a few yards away which was when I thought I heard a noise behind me. Before I could turn around I felt a hand grab the pony tail on the back of my head and roughly push me forward so I landed face down on the hood of my car. I was about to scream when I felt something slam against the metal work of my car, right beside my head, making me jump, and look to one side. I could see a huge black hand resting on the hood of my car, inches away from my head, and it was holding a long, hunting style, knife, the silver blade glinting in the car park lighting.
“Don’t fucking move or scream or I’ll hurt you. Say yes if you understand.” I heard in a deep male voice.
I managed to whimper a feeble “yes” as I felt a tear run down my cheek and my heart began to race with panic, beating so hard I could feel it vibrating against the hood of my car.
“I’ve been watching you for weeks. Sauntering around in your fancy clothes to your fancy car every Wednesday looking like a nice piece of posh white pussy. So I decided I was gonna get me some.” My attacker growled. “Now let’s see what we have under here!” He continued.
It may sound ridiculous but as he began to fumble with the hem of my dress I felt outraged at my attackers comments that I was posh. I wore pretty standard and plain work clothes, my car was a solidly built Mercedes but certainly not top of the range and now five years old so I put myself in the average career woman bracket in all aspects.
My brief rage over his comments was quickly forgotten as a cold rush of air over my buttocks quickly brought me back to my current plight. My attacker had lifted the hem of my dress over my waist, exposing my buttocks. I then felt the cold touch of, what I guessed was, the steel blade of his knife against one of my buttocks. The flat of the blade slid over my flesh “Oh please don’t hurt me.” I begged. Then I felt a rapid sideways swipe of the knife followed by the blade running over my other buttock and a second swipe. My attackers hand briefly rested on my buttocks before he pulled it back. I felt the cool air on my pussy lips and as I released he had cut my panties away I saw them drop onto the hood of my car. inches from my face.
I stared at them, my plain white cotton panties destroyed and I realised that they weren’t the only thing that was going to be destroyed that evening. I heard my attacked spit and then his sticky fingers rubbing against my pussy lips. His movements were firm but not too rough, which surprised me, and very quickly he had worked one of his sticky fingers into my pussy. His finger felt large as he probed it deep into my pussy and although I wasn’t finding the feeling pleasant I did recall thinking at the time he had a good technique with regards to lubing up a pussy.
After a few minutes, despite my protestations and trying to blank my mind I heard a sound that was unmistakeable. My pussy juices squelching as he worked his finger in and out. I was shocked that given the situation my body could react in this way and I found it all very overwhelming, So much so that when my attacker squealed with delight “Oh wow! Your a hot bitch. You’re liking this ain’t you?” Tears flooded down my face and I began to sob uncontrollably.
My attacker chuckled at my sobbing before he continued to work my pussy with his big fingers. Moments later I paused my sobbing briefly as I felt something else pressing against my pussy lips. I froze and cleared my mind to focus. My worst fears were realised. It was the head of my attackers cock. He was rubbing it up and down between my pussy lips, presumably lubing his cock up ready for it’s assault on my pussy. I knew at that time all hope that I wouldn’t be ***** was gone. It was going to happen. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my body, accepting my plight.
“Hoooahh! Fuck Yeah!” My attacker hollered as he thrust his cock deep into my pussy with venom. His hips slammed against my buttocks, forcing me forwards so my thighs banged against the front of my car.
“Ooooooowwwww! Please no! Don’t hurt me my husband will see the bruises.” I whimpered.
I had no idea if my attacker took notice of my pleas but as he started thrusting into me he was less forceful, no longer banging my thighs against the car as he rhythmically pounded my pussy. His cock felt large, but thankfully not oversized and although it was tight in my pussy it wasn’t painful, something I was a little thankful for. As he continued to thrust into me his hands cupped my buttocks and he massaged them as he pumped his cock in and out of me. Although his hands were big and strong his touch was firm yet light and not at all unpleasant. “God! What was I thinking?” The whole experience was unpleasant! There I was, being ***** on the hood of my car in a basement garage and I was focussed on the parts that felt almost nice.
My attacker continued to fuck me, his thrusts getting a little quicker but no more forceful and he also moved his cock in such a way that every time he thrust into me the tip of his cock rubbed my G spot and made me gasp. My attacker picked up on the fact and in between thrusts he now spent time rubbing against my G spot , teasing it before he thrust into me, almost wanting to please me. I hated to admit it but it felt good it was almost like he was fucking me not ****** me. I felt a tingle run through my body and then the worst possible thing happened. “Ooooooooooooh Yessssss!” I silently moaned as my body gave in and began to embrace the physical stimulation my attacker was now giving me.
My heart sank as I heard those words come from my mouth knowing, that despite my hatred for, my attacker he was giving me something my body was enjoying and was now overriding my thoughts of hatred. The tingle in my body got more intense and as my attacker continued to fuck me I could hear my juices squelching as he thrust in. My pussy was gushing and I could feel the wetness on the inside of my thighs. Quicker and quicker went my attacker and the fire in my pussy began to spread through my whole body. I slid my arms underneath me and lifted my body slightly, pushing my buttocks backwards against my attacker. Ooooooooh! Yeeesssss! Ohhhhhhhhhh God Noooo! I panted as I recognised the pre orgasmic tremors begin and I knew I would soon be over the edge.
My attacker sensed my aroused state. “Woahh Baby! You're loving this aint ya?” he scowled with a chuckle before he went even quicker. Then suddenly he stopped thrusting and manoeuvred his hands underneath my slightly raised body. He grasped my breasts and his fingers and thumbs latched onto my, now hard and tingling, nipples. He adjusted his cock position inside me and his cock head pressed hard against my G spot. He pulsed his cock, small movements, each sending shockwaves through me and he squeezed my breasts hard. I was gone, any resistance I had left was defeated. I sucked in the air and arched my back, increasing the pressure of his cock on one of my most sacred parts and shrieked with bliss as a huge orgasm rocked through me.
I bucked, jerked and screamed my way through my orgasm. My attackers cock pulsing inside me, my pussy walls contracting and trying so pull him in deeper. My orgasmic wave went on for an age until finally I stopped shaking and my body went limp. I lay prone and panting on the hood of my car for a minute or so until my mind began to clear. I could feel my attackers cock still deep inside me. He hadn’t cum, my ordeal wasn’t over. “Oh god please don’t cum inside me. I’m not on birth control.” I pleaded with him, even though I knew I wouldn’t get pregnant I didn’t want him to have any more of me than he’d had already.
“Don’t you worry lady. I ain’t gonna cum in your white pussy.” At last, some slight sense of compassion I thought as my attacker pulled his cock from my pussy. I was wrong!
“I’ve been lookin at that sweet pink A hole. That looks so inviting for my black cock.” My attacker scowled. My head spun and my stomach churned at the thought. The revulsion of being fucked in the bum hole. I’d never let anyone do it. I hadn’t even experimented with a dildo when I masturbated, despite several of my girlfriends telling me they enjoyed anal sex the thought of it repulsed me.
“Oh god! No! Not there. I’ll do anything. Please just tell me what you want?” I begged.
“Don’t worry lady. I’m gonna get just what I want. He scowled. I felt my attackers big hands grip my buttocks and spread them. He then spat and I felt his sticky spittle splash against my bum hole. He pushed one of his big thumbs into my hole, giving no mercy to my pleas for him to stop. He worked his thumb into me and spat onto my hole several more times, lubing me up. I began to sob again, my earlier orgasm long forgotten. My attacker paused and for one brief moment I thought my sobbing may have made him relent. I was wrong again.
I felt my attacker rubbing his cock head against my pussy lips, coating it in all my sticky cum juice and a few seconds later I felt it pressing against my bum hole. I froze and my whole body tensed in fear and anticipation of what was about to come. The pressure against my bum hole increased steadily and then my sphincter finally caved in and my bum hole was penetrated by the spear like invader. “Aaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh! Jesus! Fuck no you're tearing me.” I squealed as a spine shuddering pain shot through me followed by a feeling that someone had inserted a red hot spear into my anus. I panted so much I thought I was going to hyperventilate and pass out.
My attacker froze and kept his cock buried deeply in me. He ran his hands over my shoulders, almost trying to calm me, was this another mild act of compassion? I wondered. My attacker didn’t move for a couple of minutes after which the pain seemed to subside and I just had a tight feeling of my anus being stretched. My breathing slowed and my body seemed to relax, slumping onto the hood of my car. It seemed the more I relaxed the less painful it felt to have this invader in my bum hole so I breathed deeply and slowly then pleaded with my attacker. “Please just get it over with,” I whimpered.
My attacker must have heard me as he moved his hands from my shoulders and onto my hips, gripping them firmly. He pulled back his own hips a little, partially withdrawing his cock from my bum hole before slowly thrusting it back in again to the hilt. “Aaahhhhh” Aaahhhhh! Aaahhhh! I gasped as he began to fuck me. As he increased his speed my gasps got quicker and louder and vice versa. It was like my moans were spurring him on. My sphincter felt like it had relaxed and was now content to accommodate this invader and as I lay there with my eyes closed, trying to think of good things, the feelings in my body changed.
A calming tingle began to trickle through me, emanating from my bum hole and going right through my body. I felt my nipples harden again, pressing through the fabric of my bra and dress against the cool metal of my car. I felt new wetness trickling, from my pussy, down my thighs and the pain in my anus now felt different, almost pleasurable. I realised my body was again betraying my brain and was starting to embrace the feeling of this hard cock repeatedly entering me, stretching my sacred areas where no man had ever been. Then it happened!
“Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!” I murmured, totally involuntarily. What was I doing? I’d just given my attacker the green light. Told him I was enjoying this. Was I really? I asked myself. It’ cant be. Yet my attacker clearly thought I was as he hollered “Oh Yeah Baby! You lovin it now aint ya?” His words were closely followed by a noticeable increase in the speed and firmness of his thrusting and my body totally betrayed me. My earlier gasps of Aaaaaahhhhh!Aaaaahhhh! had now been replaced by moans of “Oooooooo! Oooooooo! Oh Yes! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Yes!”
My attacker knew he had me. My body and probably my mind had totally submitted and were now welcoming this invasion. He fucked me harder and quicker, his strokes so deep into my bowels, which now burned with lust and pre orgasmic tremors began to rumble through me. “Oh no!” I thought as I heard my attacker panting. His fingers dug into my skin as he gripped my hips harder. Then he thrust deep, froze and grunted as his hot cum erupted into my bowels, splashing my anal passage in waves of what felt like hot molten liquid and I came hard, my body rocked to its core as I shrieked and gasped my way through a second orgasm.
My attackers cock stopped pulsing inside my hole, presumably he was spent, his balls drained inside me, and he slowly pulled his cock from inside me. The cold air rushed into the gaping hole it left and stung. I could feel my sphincter throbbing as it contracted, glad to be free of the invader. I saw a big black hand of my attacked pick up my slashed white cotton panties from the hood of my car and was aware of him moving around. He had released my hips but warned me to stay right where I was. Moments later I saw my panties drop back onto the hood of my car next to my face. I could see and smell them. Stained with a mixture of my attackers cum, tinged with traces of red and brown, presumably blood and my own shit.
I sobbed again and closed my eyes. I heard my attacker zip up his pants and then he slapped my naked buttocks. “See ya soon hot lady!” he growled. Everything fell silent. I dared to look behind me. I was alone, he had gone. I pushed myself off the hood of my car and felt sticky liquid run down my thighs. I instinctively grabbed my torn and soiled panties and wiped myself, trying not to let my dress get stained. I got into my car, I had wet wipes in the glove box and I spent several minutes cleaning myself up as best I could. I looked in the rear view mirror. My hair was a mess and my face was as streaked as my panties, a mixture of make up, tears and sweat. After a mini clean up session I drove home, trying not to sob again.
Once home I shed my clothes and showered then after showering I still felt dirt and sore soI decided to bathe. As I lay in the foamy warm water I contemplated the earlier events and wondered what I was going to do about it. What if anything should I tell my husband? Should I report my **** to the police? As I had this thought my heart sank as I realised that in bathing and showering I had washed away any evidence that may have been on my body. I was in a total state of shock and distress. I finished bathing and got myself a large glass of wine before getting into bed. I decided I’d try and sleep and see how I felt.
Again I chastised myself for being hasty in bathing but as I did so I spotted my soiled and ruined panties on the floor. I retrieved them and examined them as I sat there drinking my wine. I raised half a smile of some relief. I had my attackers DNA deposited on my panties in his huge load of cum. I felt drained and lay back to sleep with events turning over and I dwelled on what my attacker had said before he left. “See ya soon hot lady!” What did he mean. Did he know me? Was he planning to attack me again? So much to deal with. I drained my glass and slept.
To be continued……….
