WriterWriter
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Aug 24, 2014
- Posts
- 122
CLOSED
Robert peeped through the tiny hole he'd drilled in the wall days earlier. With his face pressed to the wall, he watched the brunette as she stripped her clothes off and laid them out neatly on a nearby chair.
By the time she was down to her lacy bra and tiny thong, the female attendant had finished lighting the aroma therapy candles and checking the supplies for the customer's imminent massage and weekly pampering. The attendant said with a pleasant tone, "Julio will be in shortly. Please, take this moment to relax and unwind."
The attendant turned to leave, but not before looking in the direction of the tiny hole in the wall and winking knowingly. She closed the drape that would hide the padded table from view of the hallway, then departed.
Robert waited for the woman to strip to the skin and take her position on the table. He ogled her for a long moment, his cock -- already up and down over the last many minutes -- quickly began to harden to full stiffness. She was a beautiful, sexy woman with real, God-given curves and -- while limited -- real, God-given flaws. Ironically, while it was those physical flaws that had brought her here to this spa today, it would be a less tangible one that she would remember when she left.
He waited just long enough for her to relax before he walked out into the hallway. He didn't have to worry about being seen: it was a slow day, and the attendant had scheduled the only other two clients currently present for the rooms in the west wing of the spa. He entered her room, saying with a feigned accent, "It is Julio, miss. May I enter?"
When she told him yes, he moved the drape just enough to look to ensure she wasn't looking his way. When he saw that she wasn't, he dropped the bath robe to the floor, exposing his naked body, then rushed forward. He slapped one hand over her mouth as the other hand -- and his body weight -- pinned her to the padded table.
She struggled, of course -- with more strength than Robert had expected -- but he had the advantage of weight, strength, position, and surprise.
"I know who you are," he whispered into her ear, "and I know what you did."
As she continued to struggle, tears dripping down upon the hand covering her mouth, he recounted what she'd done recently, the deed that was now giving him the opportunity to attack her in this way. As he continued talking, detailing her devilish ways, the fight in her subsided until finally she had got still with the exception of the muted whining behind his hand.
"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered to her, "and you are going to let me. If you don't ... or if, afterward, you tell anyone about this ... I will go to the Press, and I will go to the Authorities. And I think that we would both agree that that is worse than anything I could possibly do to you here today ... yes?"
When she didn't respond to what she might have thought was a rhetorical question, he wrenched her head back a bit, causing her to whine in fear and pain. "I asked you a question! Would that be worse?"
She did her best to nod her head under his fierce control.
"That would be worse," he continued, beginning to shift his position down her body. "Therefore ... when I release my hand from your mouth, you wouldn't want to attract any attention by yelling ... no?"
She shook her head. When he slowly released his hand from her mouth, she asked in fear, "Why are you doing--?"
He covered her mouth again, growling, "Because you deserve this. You fucked other people. I am only returning the favor. Now ... if you speak another word before I am finished with you..."
He pulled his hand away and moved down the table, one hand pressing into the small of her back to hold her in place. "...I will stuff a gag in your mouth and do things to you that won't be quite as nice as simply fucking you."
As he moved around the table, he kept on guard in case she tried to fight or flee again. She didn't. She knew she was fucked, either literally or figuratively or both. She cried quietly as he grasped her legs to pull her back toward him; as he took her thighs in powerful hands and lifted her buttocks into the air; as he pushed her knees outward, opening her privates to his view.
Again, Robert thought She's beautiful ... but with flaws. He'd never really liked the baby butt smooth look as she had. He didn't like to come up with kinky little hairs in his mouth when he went down on a woman, of course, but he'd always liked a pussy that had a little beaver to it, maybe a neatly trimmed patch of soft hair to tickle his nose.
"Don't hurt me," she said, contrary to his instructions.
He pulled her a bit closer, leveled his fully stiffened cock at her hole, and pushed forward, causing her to cry out in pain at the less-than-lubed intrusion. Responding to her request with a devilish smile on his lips, Robert said, "I won't."
She resisted his insertion for the first few thrusts, but soon he was fully inside her, teen inches of above average girth pounding her fiercely from behind. With each ramming, he grunt from exertion and she cried from pain.
Or ... was it? Robert couldn't imagine that she was enjoying this in any way. He was brutal, slamming his groin hard against his ass and he gave her every fraction of his length. But he'd known women who liked it rough, so who knows?
The pleasure in his groin, spurred on by the dramatic and criminal basis of the rape, built rapidly within Robert, and it wasn't but two, maybe three dozen thrusts before he knew his orgasm was imminent. He withdrew his cock from her now sopping wet hole just as the first shot of thick fluid vaulted from him. It splashed onto her temple, with the second release hitting her on the cheek.
"Fu-u-u-u-ck...!" Robert exclaimed as his cock leaped again and again from its resting place between her firm buttock cheeks.
Robert had refrained from sex -- even from beating off -- for almost a month, waiting for this day. The ejaculations seemed to last forever, leaving a zigzag trail of cum down her back side from her face to the tip of his still quivering cock.
When he began to recup' from the ecstasy, he looked down upon her and asked without caring for her answer, "Was that good for you baby?"
He continued to stand there behind her for a long moment, gently moving his cock back and forth between her butt cheeks. He considered ass fucking her here and now, but he'd been raised to know how much was enough of anything.
"Tell anyone about this," he said as he finally rose to height and stepped back away from her. He didn't continue that thought, knowing that she already understood. Instead, he retrieved his robe and donned it, then moved up close to her head. He leaned over her and whispered as he kissed her cheek, "You were great. I can't wait for next time."
When he caught her reaction, he grasped a handful of hair and twisted her face to see him. He smiled evilly. "Yes. There will be a next time. For as long as I know what I know about you ... we will be lovers. You will meet me where I tell you to meet me ... you will do to or for me what I tell you to do to or for me ... or to others, even. And you will do it with a smile on your face."
He leaned over her to get a better look at her face. "Smile for me." When she didn't, he gripped her hair tightly, causing her to cry out. "Smile for me."
She feigned her best smile, considering the situation, and Robert released her and -- without another word -- simply left...
"I know who you are,
and
I know what you did"
(OOC: Before you open the link below, be aware that it is a gif of rough sex.)
and
I know what you did"
(OOC: Before you open the link below, be aware that it is a gif of rough sex.)
Robert peeped through the tiny hole he'd drilled in the wall days earlier. With his face pressed to the wall, he watched the brunette as she stripped her clothes off and laid them out neatly on a nearby chair.
By the time she was down to her lacy bra and tiny thong, the female attendant had finished lighting the aroma therapy candles and checking the supplies for the customer's imminent massage and weekly pampering. The attendant said with a pleasant tone, "Julio will be in shortly. Please, take this moment to relax and unwind."
The attendant turned to leave, but not before looking in the direction of the tiny hole in the wall and winking knowingly. She closed the drape that would hide the padded table from view of the hallway, then departed.
Robert waited for the woman to strip to the skin and take her position on the table. He ogled her for a long moment, his cock -- already up and down over the last many minutes -- quickly began to harden to full stiffness. She was a beautiful, sexy woman with real, God-given curves and -- while limited -- real, God-given flaws. Ironically, while it was those physical flaws that had brought her here to this spa today, it would be a less tangible one that she would remember when she left.
He waited just long enough for her to relax before he walked out into the hallway. He didn't have to worry about being seen: it was a slow day, and the attendant had scheduled the only other two clients currently present for the rooms in the west wing of the spa. He entered her room, saying with a feigned accent, "It is Julio, miss. May I enter?"
When she told him yes, he moved the drape just enough to look to ensure she wasn't looking his way. When he saw that she wasn't, he dropped the bath robe to the floor, exposing his naked body, then rushed forward. He slapped one hand over her mouth as the other hand -- and his body weight -- pinned her to the padded table.
She struggled, of course -- with more strength than Robert had expected -- but he had the advantage of weight, strength, position, and surprise.
"I know who you are," he whispered into her ear, "and I know what you did."
As she continued to struggle, tears dripping down upon the hand covering her mouth, he recounted what she'd done recently, the deed that was now giving him the opportunity to attack her in this way. As he continued talking, detailing her devilish ways, the fight in her subsided until finally she had got still with the exception of the muted whining behind his hand.
"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered to her, "and you are going to let me. If you don't ... or if, afterward, you tell anyone about this ... I will go to the Press, and I will go to the Authorities. And I think that we would both agree that that is worse than anything I could possibly do to you here today ... yes?"
When she didn't respond to what she might have thought was a rhetorical question, he wrenched her head back a bit, causing her to whine in fear and pain. "I asked you a question! Would that be worse?"
She did her best to nod her head under his fierce control.
"That would be worse," he continued, beginning to shift his position down her body. "Therefore ... when I release my hand from your mouth, you wouldn't want to attract any attention by yelling ... no?"
She shook her head. When he slowly released his hand from her mouth, she asked in fear, "Why are you doing--?"
He covered her mouth again, growling, "Because you deserve this. You fucked other people. I am only returning the favor. Now ... if you speak another word before I am finished with you..."
He pulled his hand away and moved down the table, one hand pressing into the small of her back to hold her in place. "...I will stuff a gag in your mouth and do things to you that won't be quite as nice as simply fucking you."
As he moved around the table, he kept on guard in case she tried to fight or flee again. She didn't. She knew she was fucked, either literally or figuratively or both. She cried quietly as he grasped her legs to pull her back toward him; as he took her thighs in powerful hands and lifted her buttocks into the air; as he pushed her knees outward, opening her privates to his view.
Again, Robert thought She's beautiful ... but with flaws. He'd never really liked the baby butt smooth look as she had. He didn't like to come up with kinky little hairs in his mouth when he went down on a woman, of course, but he'd always liked a pussy that had a little beaver to it, maybe a neatly trimmed patch of soft hair to tickle his nose.
"Don't hurt me," she said, contrary to his instructions.
He pulled her a bit closer, leveled his fully stiffened cock at her hole, and pushed forward, causing her to cry out in pain at the less-than-lubed intrusion. Responding to her request with a devilish smile on his lips, Robert said, "I won't."
She resisted his insertion for the first few thrusts, but soon he was fully inside her, teen inches of above average girth pounding her fiercely from behind. With each ramming, he grunt from exertion and she cried from pain.
Or ... was it? Robert couldn't imagine that she was enjoying this in any way. He was brutal, slamming his groin hard against his ass and he gave her every fraction of his length. But he'd known women who liked it rough, so who knows?
The pleasure in his groin, spurred on by the dramatic and criminal basis of the rape, built rapidly within Robert, and it wasn't but two, maybe three dozen thrusts before he knew his orgasm was imminent. He withdrew his cock from her now sopping wet hole just as the first shot of thick fluid vaulted from him. It splashed onto her temple, with the second release hitting her on the cheek.
"Fu-u-u-u-ck...!" Robert exclaimed as his cock leaped again and again from its resting place between her firm buttock cheeks.
Robert had refrained from sex -- even from beating off -- for almost a month, waiting for this day. The ejaculations seemed to last forever, leaving a zigzag trail of cum down her back side from her face to the tip of his still quivering cock.
When he began to recup' from the ecstasy, he looked down upon her and asked without caring for her answer, "Was that good for you baby?"
He continued to stand there behind her for a long moment, gently moving his cock back and forth between her butt cheeks. He considered ass fucking her here and now, but he'd been raised to know how much was enough of anything.
"Tell anyone about this," he said as he finally rose to height and stepped back away from her. He didn't continue that thought, knowing that she already understood. Instead, he retrieved his robe and donned it, then moved up close to her head. He leaned over her and whispered as he kissed her cheek, "You were great. I can't wait for next time."
When he caught her reaction, he grasped a handful of hair and twisted her face to see him. He smiled evilly. "Yes. There will be a next time. For as long as I know what I know about you ... we will be lovers. You will meet me where I tell you to meet me ... you will do to or for me what I tell you to do to or for me ... or to others, even. And you will do it with a smile on your face."
He leaned over her to get a better look at her face. "Smile for me." When she didn't, he gripped her hair tightly, causing her to cry out. "Smile for me."
She feigned her best smile, considering the situation, and Robert released her and -- without another word -- simply left...