Working it out (closed)

Amy felt out of place when she and Joe sat at the small table an ate the pasta. She really had not that much of an appetite, but Joe’s cooking actually tasted petty good and she really appreciated the wine to cool down her nerves. The young wife had noticed how deliberately Joe had checked out her legs when she had sat down, making her feeling uncomfortable. During their short chat Joe did not even bother to hide his efforts to study the young mother’s body, so that Amy would have preferred to get up and walk away from that ‘fucking pervert’. But she decided to stay since she knew it would only double her trouble in the end.

Amy was about to take another sip from her wine, when Joe asked her what his silence was worth to her. She choked and had to cough hard trying to catch some air. Finally she was able to answer him with her eyes being alarmingly wide open. “Excuse me? Do I understand you right, you are black mailing me? Joe, I knew that you are trouble, but I did not know that you are such a fucking sick bastard!” Anger was rising in her and the quiet little wife could not control herself anymore. She rose her voice as she continued while throwing a look of anger at the man on the other side of the table. “You must be totally fucking out of your mind, you little pervert! What makes you think that you can just walk into my life and start black mailing me for some stupid mistake I did ages ago!” Amy was getting so worked up, that she did not even really think about what she was saying or giving away.

“Assuming that I would even listen do your pointless demands, what do you want that I can give you? Money? ... I have a baby to take care off and I don’t even have a job, so I don’t even could pay you if I wanted to.” Amy was nearly screaming by now, thinking that Joe must be a totally mindless moron if he really expected her to pay money for his pointless accusation.
 
Joe Davis

Joe waited calmly as Amy choked on her wine, the coughing fit passing as she began to protest, anger clear in her voice as she harangued him for attempting to blackmail her. He had expected her to protest, to argue, to fight against what he saw as inevitable, but to actually watch it amused him. She's got more fight in her than I expected, he noted as she was nearly shouting at him now, I like feisty women.

As Amy's protests wound down, Joe stood up, moving around the table to stand beside her chair. "I never said anything about blackmail, Amy," He assured her coolly as he knelt down beside her so that they were face to face, his hand on the back of her chair, "I simply asked what you were willing to do to stop any rumors. You assumed that I meant blackmail because of your guilty conscience. It is good that you've finally admitted the truth though, although I'd hardly call it ages ago. It's only been a year or so, Amy," he reminded her kindly.

"And even if I was going to blackmail you, I never mentioned money. I'm happy with what money I've got," Joe told her, leaning closer to her. "As for what I want that you can give me...," Joe whispered, his head moving forward as his hand slid from her chair to hold her head as he kissed her forcefully. As his mouth covered hers, his other hand moved up to caress her thigh through her grey skirt. "That's what I want from you, Amy," Joe hissed as he lifted his mouth from hers, tasting her lipstick on his tongue.
 
Amy was taken aback by Joe’s cool behaviour, he seemed so confident and in control of the situation. The young mother feared that he was having a firm plan in his mind about how to use his knowledge against her. It dawned to her that she would not be able to talk Joe out of telling his side of the story to Kevin without giving in to his demands, but she was not willing to accept that, yet.

“Oh, this is black mail, Joe. Just because you don’t call it that way, does not change what it is. You are threatening me to tell my husband about my relationship with Mark and that he fathered Marcus, knowing that it might fuck up my relationship and my life...! You asked my what I am willing to do to keep the rumours quite? That is black mail!” Amy realised with a big shock that she had just given away herself and that she had admitted openly that Marcus was not Kevin’s biological son. But Joe did just continue his speech about what he wants.

Amy was surprised that Joe was not after money. His place did not look like he was doing well, and money was usually something that everybody wanted. The young and a bit naive wife was not catching up fast enough and was taken aback when Joe was forcing his lips onto her mouth. She felt his rough lips on hers’ and soon his tongue was trying to force it’s way into Amy’s mouth. Amy felt like she was going to get sick when she felt his hand on her leg. She put her hands against Joe’s broad chest and pushed him away with all the force she could gather. When his lips were finally of her, the young mother started to shout. “What that fuck are you doing?” Amy’s hand left Joe’s chest and a fraction of a second later her hand slapped loudly into his face.

The young mother got up from her chair, bumping into the table and pushing over the half empty wine glasses. “You are a sick bastard! Never would I give in to that!” The turned and started to walk out of the kitchen, knowing that it had been a mistake to come here tonight.
 
Joe Davis

Joe's hand reached up to rub at his cheek, his eyes watering slightly from the force of Amy's slap as she stood up, bumping into the table as she stalked towards the door. Damn, that hurt, Joe thought as he straightened up, his surprise turning to anger as he followed after Amy. She's going to pay for that, he assured himself as he stepped up behind her. She was so angry that she didn't even realize he was behind her until he caught her at the doorway.

"Where are you going, Amy," Joe asked as his arm encircled her waist, pulling her to him as his other hand reached out to grab her arm, "I think we still have some things to discuss." He hissed in her ear as he pulled her tight to him, pressing his body against her back so that she could feel his desire. "In fact I think we might be here all night," Joe chuckled in the young mother's ear as his hand slid down from her waist, his fingers pressing against the front of her grey skirt as he held her tight to him. "Don't you agree, Amy?" He asked as his hand pressed against her crotch, his fingers slowly gather her skirt up as she struggled against him. "Hmm, I like the way you wriggle, Amy," Joe murmured in her ear, pressing his crotch harder against the soft flesh of her rear as she tried to break free. He laughed as his hand gathered up her skirt, hiking it up towards her waist as he moved her against the wall, "I guess I'll just take what I want from you, Amy, if you won't give it to me."
 
Amy shrieked when Joe grabbed her from behind and pulled her against his body. She had been too worked up to notice Joe catching up with her. Amy was just a small person weighting no more than 120 pounds plus, thus she was no match to Joe’s well trained body. “Joe, what are you doing! Put me down right now!” Amy was feeling the fear growing inside of her, while she screamed at Joe to let her go. Her heart racing and her breath was stopping for a second when she felt something hard push into her backside.

The young wife tried to push Joe away from her, but his arms were to strong for her. “Let me go, Joe, this is not funny, I should have never come here, this is crazy! You are crazy!” Amy saw that Joe’s eyes had changed, he no longer looked like a determined, who was trying to reason with her. The dark part of his soul became visible and an evil glint became visible, making Amy shaking in fear and feeling cold from the inside.

While Joe’s hand slowly made it’s way down to Amy’s crotch, the young wife tried to get out of his grip. Her nails were scratching into Joe’s arms leaving blood red marks in a hope to get free. “Joe, please, let me go. I am sure we can find something to make this work.” Amy was pleading my now, she was feeling powerless when she felt Joe’s hand brushing against her silk panties.
 
Joe Davis

Joe heard Amy's pleas but didn't care, his teeth gritted as she clawed futilely at his arms, as he pressed her against the wall. "You should have bargained with me, Amy," He hissed in her ear as his hand brushed between her thighs, her grey skirt now hiked up around her hips as she struggled against him, "we could have had a lot of fun together."

"Hmm, nice panties," Joe murmured in her ear as his fingers ran over the silken material, feeling the mound of her sex through her panties. "Although I like what's in them more," he chuckled, his finger running down between her legs, caressing the cleft of her sex as his other hand slipped into her blazer, his fingers sliding up her stomach to cup one heaving breast. Kneading her tit through her blouse, Joe continued to press his erection against her ass as she pleaded with him once more to let her go, assuring him that they could find some way to make it work. "The only thing that I want now, Amy, is you...," Joe assured her, his fingers finding the nub of her nipple through her blouse, rubbing and tugging at it, "but you do have the choice of how I get you. We can do it the hard way," he said, his fingers pinching her nipple hard enough to cause her pain, "or we can do it the easy way," he finished, releasing his grip on her breast slightly. "Your choice, Amy."
 
Tears started to run down Amy’s freckled cheeks, she felt helpless and weak. She was trapped between the wall and Joe, who was pushing his growing erection against her butt. His hands were starting to explore her lower body, while the young wife still tried to push her attacker away from her. Amy felt dirty when Joe’s hands slip across the mound of her sex and explored the soft landing strip that lay hidden below the soft silk. She pressed her legs together when she felt Joe inching closer to her sex, but his fingers forced his way between her soft legs. Joe seemed like he was unstoppable and totally lust driven. His rock hard erection pushed painfully agains Amy’s butt. “Please, Joe, stop this and get your fucking hands off me!” But Joe seemed not to hear her, he just continued to assault her body and forced his hands deeper between the young mothers thighs.

Amy felt sick when Joe’s fingers touched her smooth outer lips through her thong panties. She knew that Joe was not going to stop and that he was going to rape her, if she would not find a way out of her situation soon. The adrenalin rushed into her body and she tried to pushed herself away from the wall. But Joe did not pay any attention, he just reached with his hand under her blazer and grabbed her b-cup breast painfully, making Amy wince in pain. Her blouse and the thin bra were no protection against Joe’s assault and what embarrassed the young wife most was that her body started to react and her nipples started to stiffen.

“Joe, plaese...this hurts...”, pleaded Amy one more time, when her attacker told her that he would take her no matter what she would do. “Please, don’t rape me. Can‘t you just let me go?” Joe did not look like he would negotiate and his grip on her breasts tightened again. Amy knew that she would not stand a chance against Joe in a fight and that he would succeed with his rape in the end. She thought for a moment and decided that she would play along for the moment, a chance for an escape was more likely if she was able to move freely. “Ok, Joe... you win, just don‘t hurt me.” Her voice was full of tears. “Please... don‘t rape me... I promise I will never tell anyone about this.”
 
Joe Davis

Joe laughed as Amy struggled against him, her writhing body only serving to arouse him more as he held her against him. "I like a woman with a little fight in her," he murmured in her ear as she tried once more to push him away, her futile action only serving to press the soft flesh of her ass harder against his erection. "Mmm, I like that," Joe chuckled as his fingers continued to caress the soft warm lips of her sex through her panties, "I like it when you rub against me like that, Amy. Makes me want to do all sorts of things to you," he added, toying with her hardening nipples, smiling as he knew her body was reacting to his rough caresses.

“Ok, Joe... you win, just don‘t hurt me.” Amy almost sobbed.

"Well, you had the choice, Amy," Joe reminded her, his grip relaxing a little, "the easy way or the hard way. If you continue to fight me, it's going to be the hard way," he assured her, pinching her nipple hard until she cried out, "or if you cooperate, it's the easy way." He finished, his fingers stroking her sex gently, "What's it going to be, Amy?"

“Please... don‘t rape me... I promise I will never tell anyone about this.”

"You won't tell anyone no matter what, Amy, unless you want everyone in town to know about you and Mark and who is the real father of little Marcus," Joe assured her, his hands loosening their hold on her as he turned her around to face him. "Now the choice is simples, let me fuck you and I stay quiet with what I know or...," Joe paused, smiling down into her tear reddened eyes, "I rape you and I stay quiet about you and Mark as long as you never tell anyone what happens between us. Those are your two options, Amy," he informed her coldly, his hand moving down to cup her breast once more, "what's it going to be?"
 
The young wife was feeling helpless when Joe had turned her towards him. She wanted to unleash all the hatred and fury that she felt for her blackmailer and hit him right into the face, but he still had her under control and pushed her against the wall. His hard erection was pushing against her flat tummy like he was out of control. Amy knew that she was not going to get away from Joe until he was done with her. The pure evil was in his eyes and the young mother knew that he would treat her no different whether she would fuck him with consent or not.

“Why the hell should I sleep with you? You don’t care about me at all, or you would not treat me like this. You are a fucking asshole and I would not fuck you if you were the last man walking the earth!” Amy had made up her mind, if he wanted to fuck her he would have to do it his way, she would not help him and be his slut. “If you want to fuck me you will have to force me and go to prison for it, you fucking bastard!” The young wife was getting more furious now that she was Joe’s face and his evil grin when she told him that she would not cooperate with him. “I bet your dick is so small that I will even not feel it, you pathetic loser!” Amy was wincing in pain when Joe pinched her nipple hard as a punishment. “You will be burn in hell!” The young wife tried to free her arm once again to slap Joe into the face once again. Her eyes were full of tears and she was shaking in fury.
 
Joe ignored Amy's rant about his dick size as his hands continued to roughly explore her body, his fingers cruelly kneading and pinching her breasts as she struggled against him. "You'll find out in a few seconds, Amy," he promised her softly as his fingers slipped under her panties, pulling the silken fabric aside to expose her sex. "I bet it's been a while since Kevin appreciated you," he chuckled, his fingers combing through the small landing strip of hair before caressing the soft lips of her pussy, one finger sliding into the cleft of her sex, probing her tight hole as he held her against the wall.

"Mark told me you liked it a little rough, Amy," Joe commented as she tried to free her arms from him, her body shaking against his as his free hand moved to the neckline of her blouse, pulling at it until the small pearl buttons popped off, skittering across the kitchen floor as her forced her blouse open to reveal her bra. His fingers caressed the tops of her heaving breasts, tracing along the lacy edge of her bra before pulling one cup down to bare one of the young mother's shapely breasts. "Very nice," he complimented her as he bent his head down, his mouth covering her hard nipple as his finger delved deeper into her sex.
 
Amy did not know what was hurting her more, the pain from his finger invading her still dry pussy, Joe‘s hard pinching her nipples hard, or the humiliation of how he treated her. Tears were running down her cheeks, while she helplessly tried to lock her legs together and keep Joe‘s hand out of her pussy. “Pleas, Joe, don‘t do this.”, wince the young wife when Joe ripped open her blouse. The buttons ripped off of the expensive silk blouse and bounced around in the kitchen. Joe grip was so strong that he even ripped a piece from the blouse.

But Joe did not listen to the poor woman‘s pleas and continued to force his fingers into her vagina. Amy felt her body starting to react to Joe‘s treatment when he pulled her bra away and started to lick and suck on her breasts. The young mother‘s weak point had always been her breasts, and although she wished nothing more than getting away from Joe as fast as possible, her body started to react. Her pussy started to get wetter with every such on her nipples, which had become rock hard from Joe‘s attention to them.

“Please, Joe... stop it.” Amy had managed to get her hands free and on Joe‘s shoulders, since his attention had slipped from holding his victim to enjoying her defenceless body. She pushed hard against the heavy man, but was not strong enough to push him away enough to get free. Her eyes were blurred by tears and she tried to hit him again with her flat hand in the face.
 
Joe Davis

Joe ignored Amy's pleas as his lips nibbled and sucked on her pert breasts, feeling her nipples hardening under his mouth, a smile curling his lips as he knew her body was betraying her. "I don't think you really want me to stop, do you, Amy?" He asked as his finger continued to probe her moistening pussy, sliding in and out of her tight hole slowly, mimicking the rhythm of slow sex. "At least your body doesn't seem to want me to stop," he taunted her, his mouth kissing along the sensitive underside of her breast as she pushed futilely against his shoulders.

"Why don't you just relax and enjoy this," he suggested with a short laugh as she continued to try and push him away, his hand continued to explore her dampening sex, his other hand dropping to the fly of his pants to free his raging erection, "because I'm loving every minute of it." He murmured, as he moved closer to her, his cock brushing against the inside of her thigh, droplets of pre-come spotting her stockings.

Joe turned his head slightly as Amy's hand lashed out at him, slapping the back his head harmlessly. "That wasn't smart, Amy," Joe commented coolly, his hand lashing out to strike her hard across the face. "Don't make me hurt you," he hissed in her ear, his finger slipping from her damp pussy to be replaced by the swollen head of his manhood. "If you stopped fighting me, you might even enjoy this," Joe commented as he pressed the tip of his cock against her sex.
 
Amy was watching fearfully down when Joe started to open his belt and pants. His shorts dropped to he floor and his hard manhood jumped into her view. The young mother’s eye became big when she saw Joe’s huge raging cock. Amy had never seen such a big erection in her life. Joe was way bigger than her husband Kevin, who’s penis was about fife inches long. Her ex-lover Mark had been about two inch bigger than that, but he was still no match to Joe. Amy guessed that Joe’s cock was about nine inch long and as thick as her wrist.

Fear started to fill Amy when she felt Joe’s monster pushing against her thigh. “Oh my god, ... he is really going to rape me with that giant thing.” The wetness of of Joe’s pre-come on her nylon covered legs made her panic and hot at the same time. Amy felt how her body started to accept her fate and her juices started to run in preparation for the huge cock that was approaching her sex. But Amy did not want to give in as fast as her body and in a last attempt to fight Joe she slapped him again in the face.

Amy cried out in pain when Joe‘s hand hit her cheek in return to her attack. His slap had been hard and her cheek instantly turned deep red from the force that had hit her. “No, no, stop Joe, please don‘t hit me again.” begged Amy. The young wife realised that she was no match against her much stronger opponent and that she would only make it worse when she continued to fight him. Tears were running down her cheeks when she felt Joe pushing himself between her legs. The huge purple head of his cock was rubbing against her sex, it felt bigger than she had imagined and by instinct the young woman spread her legs a bit further and moaned. “Please, Joe... don‘t do this. I am not on any protection... please... I beg you...”, was all that she could come up with in a last try to stop her rapist from taking her.
 
Joe

Joe smiled as he watched Amy's reaction to the sight of his cock, her eyes going large in surprise as he exposed his large cock to her. Guess Kevin and Mark don't measure up, Joe thought as Amy begged him once more to stop even as she spread her legs wider for him. Bitch doesn't know what she wants, he thought to himself, knowing that her body was ready for him even as she pleaded with him to stop, the head of his cock sliding along the soft lips of her sex for a brief moment as his hands dropped to her hips, lifting her off the floor slightly as he slowly pushed himself into her.

"Damn," Joe moaned as he slowly pushed into her, her body gripping him tightly as he forced the length of his cock into her, pausing to let her get accustomed to his size as he held her against the wall. Bending his head down, Joe kissed Amy's mouth hard once more as he slowly started moving his hips, Amy's revelation that she wasn't on any birth control arousing him even more as he worked his cock in and out of her gripping pussy.
 
Amy shivered when she felt how Joe started to slide his massive cock along her wet slit. She was loosing control over her body and her fear and disgust started to give way to her lust. Ever since Mark had left about a year ago Amy had felt sexually unsatisfied, her husband loved her with all his heart and so did she in return, but when it came to sex he was not enough for the young mother. Thus there was a part of Amy that wanted Joe to force his huge raging cock into her attention seeking pussy.

When Joe lifted the young woman from the ground she did not show any resistance. The feeling of the huge cock at the entrance to her dampening sex was feeling too good and took the fight out of her. “Please, ... be careful...”, begged the young mother when she felt how the giant purple head started to push between her outer labia.

"Ugh, you are too big.", grunted the young woman when Joe started to push his long manhood into her tight sex. Amy slipped her legs around Joe’s body, spreading her leg further and to open herself up for him. Her body was taking over and she started to accept her fate more and more with every inch that Joe buried in her. Amy even accepted Joe’s kiss and opened her mouth for his tongue to slide into while Joe’s nine inch started to slide in and out of her small pussy.
 
Joe Davis

Joe almost laughed as most of the fight went out of Amy, lust obvious in her eyes as she silently spread her legs a bit wider to give him greater access to her sex. Damn, she's even hotter to trot than I had imagined, he thought to himself as his tongue explored the young mother's mouth as his hips pumped slowly in and out, working his cock deep into her pussy.

"Sorry if I hurt you," Joe murmured in her ear, kissing the red mark his hand had left on her face, as his hands slid down to grip her ass, kneading the soft flesh as the rhythm and intensity of his thrusts began to increase, sliding his cock almost completely out of her before slamming it back in. Joe realized that he wasn't going to last long this first time, his desire for Amy coupled with how long it had been since he'd had sex pushing his climax closer faster than he would have liked. "Fuck," Joe gasped as he pounded his cock into Amy, his thrusts now short and hard as he felt the pressure building inside him, his fingers squeezing the flesh of her ass harder as his orgasm approached.

"God," Joe grunted, burying himself fully in Amy's tight pussy as he came, his cock bucking in her as he shot ribbon after ribbon of semen deep into her womb. "Damn, I needed that," Joe sighed in relief as his orgasm subsided, still holding himself deep inside Amy.
 
Amy could not believe how much she enjoyed having Joe’s fat cock buried deep inside of her. She had never felt so full and stretched ever before in her life and with every thrust that she loved it more. The huge cock rubbed against the young woman’s clit with every move and pushed her closer to orgasm. “Oh my god... so big... so deep.”, was all that Amy could get out between Joe’s powerful thrusts into her. She had put her arms around Joe’s neck while they kissed hungrily.

Every time he pushed forward Amy was pressed against the wall until she felt Joe’s pubic hair pressing against her sex. The young wife did not care anymore about how Joe had treated her a few minutes ago, she was just craving for his cock. Her juices were running into her panties that Joe had just pushed to the side and which moved up and down with every thrust Amy’s rapist did. Her shredded blouse was hanging from her body and her breasts bounced with every thrust she received.

Amy felt that Joe was increasing his pace and was pounding her stronger. His fucking became shorter and more powerful, like he was trying to push in as far as possible with every thrust. In shock Amy realised that Joe was about to come into her unprotected pussy. “Joe... don‘t come ... in me ... please... stop...”, did Amy moan between the hard thrusts. She tried to push herself off Joe’s huge cock, but she was no able to get any leverage, she was fully at Joe’s mercy.

Joe did not care about Amy’s pleas, they even seemed to excite him. With one last powerful push he buried his full nine inch cock in the young mother pussy. This ropes of seed were shooting into Amy’s unprotected sex and splashed against her cervix. The young wife still tried to pull herself away from Joe, but he had pulled her against himself and did not let go of her until he had released all of his sperm into her. Amy started to cry silently, while Joe kept himself buried inside of her.
 
Joe Davis

Joe heard Amy's soft moans of protest as his climax was approaching but he didn't listen, his entire focus was on his own pleasure, the blissful release of his pent up passions into the young mother's body as his hands squeezed and mauled the soft flesh of her ass as he drove his cock deep into her.

"Fuck," Joe sighed as his orgasm finished, his cock still buried deep in Amy's tight pussy as he slumped against her, his breath coming in short hard gasps as he reveled in the pleasant afterglow of fucking, his breath hot on her neck as he leaned against her. "That... that was good," he assured her as he finally straightened up, his still hard cock buried in her tight sex as he looked down at her. "Better than I had imagined," Joe noted simply as he noticed the tears in her eyes, the thought of her reluctance stirring his desire once more. True, he had just came but the idea of taking this young woman, another man's wife, caused his cock to spasm with anticipation as he started to once more thrust in and out of her tight sex. She'll come, Joe vowed to himself as he began to slowly fuck Amy's sperm filled pussy, his thrusts slow and determined as he sought to bring the young mother to orgasm.
 
Amy cried silent tears when she heard Joe praise the sex and satisfaction he had just had with her against her will. She felt sick about herself, because she had to admit that Joe was right, he had been way better than she had ever expected. His huge cock had been feeling great in her and she was actually bit disappointed that he had shot his load so fast. These feelings sickened the young mother and she had to cry in disgust over herself. She had just been raped by a man she barely knew and she had been enjoying it. Deep inside her Amy had wanted Joe to keep fucking her and to give her the release she craved for, because her husband had not able to give it to her for a long time.

It surprised the young woman that Joe‘s cock was not turning flaccid. He stayed hard inside of her and actually started to fuck her again. “Oh god... please... don‘t ... ”, moaned Amy when she felt Joe‘s long pole pushing into her again. She felt the prominent veins of Joe‘s monster dick rubbing against her clit, reawakening the tingling in her sex. Her juices mixed with the huge amount of seed that her rapist had placed inside of her, but Joe‘s big cock was filling her out so well that none of it could escape. Instead it was pushed deeper into the young mother‘s waiting womb with every trust that Joe delivered.

A warm feeling of pleasure spread through her small body and Amy started to moan louder with every pounding that Joe delivered. “Oh, ugh... so big... don‘t... stop.” gasped the young woman between squeaks of pleasure. Her forehead and chest started to glister with sweat and her moans turned into high pitched screams. Her silk panties were soaked with her juices that covered Joe‘s dick and dripped from her sex. Joe could feel how Amy pussy started to squeeze his pole in the same rhythm that he used on his prey‘s butt. He felt that she was getting close to her climax when she pulled his head in for a long passionate kiss that ended with Amy biting into Joe‘s lower lip.

Amy‘s butt and pussy started to hurt from the rough assault that Joe was giving her by now. But the young mother did not care, she was lost in the fucking of her life. Finally she felt her orgasm building in her, when it finally washed over her she screamed and started to shake uncontrolled. Her body was taking over and Amy felt that she was blacking out out of pleasure.
 
Joe Davis

Joe worked his cock in and out of Amy's flooded pussy, his hands mauling the soft flesh of her ass as he held her against the wall, slowly fucking her. He could tell she was fighting herself, her body wanting one thing even as her mind fought against it, tears in her eyes even as her legs gripped his waist, pulling him harder against her. She doesn't know what she wants, Joe laughed mentally as she pleaded with him to stop one minute, gasping out how good it was the next.

"Fuck, Amy, you've got the sweetest pussy," Joe hissed in her ear as he felt her juices dripping along his cock, her flooded sex gripping his shaft as if trying to milk more of his seed from him as Amy's soft moans rose in volume, morphing into high pitched screams of pleasure every time his cock bottomed out in her pussy. He was slightly surprised when Amy gripped his head, pulling him down for a hard, passionate kiss, their mouths pressing hard against each other. "Such a good little slut," Joe complimented Amy with a chuckle as the long, primal kiss ended, her teeth biting his lip as his hips pounded his cock into her abused pussy.

"That's it, Amy," Joe moaned as he felt Amy begin to shake and shiver in his arms, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her, "come for me, my little slut." Joe felt a deluge of Amy's juices wet his cock as her body shudder against him, a second small orgasm washing over him as he shot more of his seed into her.

Joe could see that Amy was lost in her pleasure, her body slumping against him as she practically blacked out from her orgasm. Lifting her off his now softening cock, Joe carried the semi-conscious young mother through his house, cradling her tenderly in his arms as he moved towards the bedroom. Laying her gently on the bed, Joe carefully undressed her, smiling as he pulled her sodden panties off of her sex abused pussy. She's going to be swore tomorrow morning, Joe thought to himself as he eyed the red swollen flesh of her sex, a small trickle of their combined juices slowly leaking out of her swollen labia as he finished removing her clothing. Once he'd stripped Amy of her clothes, Joe undressed, laying down on the bed next to the dazed young woman. This is just the beginning, Joe thought to himself with a contented smile as he closed his eyes in a post coital euphoria.
 
Amy regained her consciousness some time after Joe had gotten next to her in his bed. At first the young mother was confused and shocked when she woke up in the dimly lit bedroom, naked in bed next to her rapist. But slowly everything that she had just experienced came back to her. She remembered how Joe had taken her forcefully and how he had painfully driven his giant cock into her tight pussy. It had been horrible in the beginning, but strangely it had turned into the best fuck of her life.

Amy was feeling sick about herself, how could she have enjoyed Joe’s fat dick and what made her come like never before during her rape. “What is wrong with me?”, was the prominent question in her mind. Suddenly she remembered with a huge shock that Joe had shot his seed twice into her unprotected womb. Her hand slid between her legs and with horror she felt Joe’s cum dripping out of her well stretched sex. “Oh my god... I need to get that out of me.” Amy got up and tried to find Joe’s bathroom, while the seed started to drip down her leg.

Joe seemed to sleep deeply, when the young mother silently tied to make her way out of the room. She nearly tripped when she stepped on her cloth, that Joe had dropped on the floor. Amy gathered the stuff up and sneaked out of the room. When she made it into the kitchen she heard her mobile phone ringing in her handbag. Amy hurried over and got the call just before Nicki, her babysitter, was about to hand up. “Hi, Mrs. Sanderson, I am sorry to call you, but you told me that you wanted to be home by 10 p.m. and it is already 10:30.” The young mother looked in shock at her watch and noticed that Nicki was right. “Shit, sorry Nicki, I will be there right away.”

After Amy had hung up she stepped into her panties and pulled them up to her leaking sex. Quickly she tried to dress, which was not easy with her blouse being ruined and everything else showing clear marks of Joe’s attack. Nevertheless, the young mother finally get herself fixed up as good as possible and made it out of Joe’s place. On her way home Amy was crying, she feared that Joe was not satisfied yet and that he would try to take her again and to fuck up her life.
 
Joe Davis

Joe hadn't meant to fall asleep after he had laid down beside Amy but he was so relaxed, so satiated after having his way with the young mother that he had drifted off almost instantly. His dreams centered around Amy, images of him taking her any way he pleased filled his sleeping mind. "Fuck," Joe mumbled as he awoke, the erotic nature of his dreams having him fully erect as he rolled over onto his side, expecting to see Amy still laying there. Finding nothing but a small wet spot on the sheets were she had been, Joe sat up, glancing at his alarm clock as he tried to remember all the details of his dreams. "Damn," Joe muttered to himself with a contented smile as he thought of the final images of his dream, the thought of Amy, her belly swollen with his child, begging for his cock as Kevin looked on in mute horror caused his cock to jerk eagerly in anticipation. "I'm going to have to remember that one," he told himself as he climbed out of bed, heading towards the bathroom to take care of his erection.

After a quick masturbation session, Joe climbed back into bed and quickly fell asleep. "She must not have reported it," he realized drowsily as he drifted off to sleep once more, "the cops would have been here by now. Maybe she was too ashamed because she enjoyed it so much. I'll have to ask her tomorrow morning at the gym," Joe thought as he fell asleep.

Joe woke up early the next morning, eager to get to the gym and see Amy again. If she shows up, he reminded himself as he got dressed, realizing that she might begin to change her schedule to avoid him. I can always go to her house if she doesn't show at the gym, Joe thought as he opened up his computer, replaying the scenes that his hidden cameras had recorded from the night before. "Oh, this is good," Joe laughed as he watched the movie play on his computer. "This is really good," he repeated as he paused it, zooming in on Amy, a look of unmistakable pleasure on her face as he fucked her roughly. "Let's see her try to deny it now," Joe laughed as he copied the clip of her begging him not to stop onto a disc, slipping the disc into his gym bag before heading out the door.
 
Amy had gotten home about 15 minutes after Nicki had called her. The babysitter was not very happy about having to stay late and she was in a hurry to get going, something that Amy did not mind at all. The young mother was feeling relieved when she was finally alone in the safety of her home. She went into Marc‘s room and checked on her son, who was sleeping deeply. Silent tears were running down Amy face when she thought about the night and a strong wish to take a long bath to wash the terrible events of the night away came over her. She stripped out of her dirty and ruined cloth and slipped into the warm bathtub just a few minutes later.

When the young mother got up the next morning she felt soar. Her body was bruised from Joe‘s rough treatment and her sex was soar from the force and the size of Joe‘s cock. Amy could still not believe that she had been raped and she felt ashamed that she had even enjoyed it in the end. Actually, she had experienced the best and the worst sex in her life at the same time.

After a strong coffee and long shower Amy felt better. Next she took care of her son, who luckily had been a good boy and cried only two times in the night. While she had fed, bathed, and dressed Marc, Amy thought about what she should do about Joe. On the one hand she wanted to go to the police, but that would only make everything public. Additionally Amy had washed away most of the evidence when she had been taking the bath the night before. All that was left was the ripped blouse and her come drained panties that lay still on the bathroom floor.

On the other hand, Amy was craving to feel Joe‘s huge cock again, she wanted to feel the lust and pleasure that she had felt again. Neither Kevin nor Mark came close to Joe‘s length and his abilities between the sheets. In the end Amy realised that she was not in the control of the situation. As long as she was not willing to inform Kevin or the police about what happened the last night, Joe was calling the shots.

Amy had thought about skipping her daily visit to the gym, because of her sourness. But she wanted to get out of the house and to meet people, thus she returned to her routine and dropped Marc off at the nursery before the went to work out.
 
Joe Davis

Joe hadn't really expected to see Amy at the gym, he had hoped she would be there but he hadn't really expected her to show up so it was a pleasant surprise when he saw her walk into the gym. He was in one of the side rooms so that she didn't see him immediately, a smile crossing his face as he admired her body once more in her clinging spandex outfit. I wonder how she's feeling this morning, Joe thought with a smile as he remembered the rough way he'd treated her body the night before. Probably a bit sore, he concluded as he watched her begin her work out, becoming slightly aroused as he admired her slender body as she began to exercise.

Joe waited until the room where Amy was had mostly emptied out, only one other woman who was completely oblivious to anything other than the treadmill she was one, before he entered the room, moving up behind Amy quietly. "Hello, Amy," Joe greeted her softly, almost whispering in her ear as he moved closer to her, his hand reaching out to caress her hip. "I was a little disappointed that you left so early last night," he told her with a lecherous chuckle, "I missed you when I woke up. Perhaps tonight you can stay longer," he suggested, his hand moving down to squeeze the soft shapely flesh of her ass. "Be at my place by 7:30, Amy," He told her simply, giving her ass a light spank before he moved away, heading towards the locker room to shower and change.

As he was leaving, Joe glanced around the gym, not seeing Amy anywhere but as he walked through the parking lot he noticed her car was still there. Wait until she sees this, Joe thought to himself as he took the disc he had made earlier that morning out of his bag, tucking it under the windshield wiper with a simple note of "watch me." Laughing to himself, Joe went on with his day, eagerly anticipating what might happen that evening.
 
Amy regretted her decision to go to gym when she heard Joe‘s voice in her ear. She had hoped that Joe would stay away from his rape victim in case she had called the cops, but he seemed to have no intentions of that. Amy felt her heart beat faster when Joe told her that she should come over to his place again. She wanted to scream at Joe and hit him in the face, but at the same time she felt her pussy getting wet from the thought of getting fucked by Joe‘s huge cock again. Before the young wife could make up her mind about what she wanted to do, Joe was gone. “Fuck, I can not go to his place again. He will just tread me like last night and rape me again.” Amy was feeling helpless and wanted to cry out her fury about Joe.

The young mother tried to continue with her workout, but it was becoming harder and harder with every minute she thought about Joe and about his nine inch monster. Her panties were become wet and her mind was fighting a loosing battle against her body reaction. In the end, Amy had to give up and she finished her training early. “What am I going to do? I can not go over there again, or he will just continue to call me over to his place and force me to be his bitch for ever. Joe does not know any limits, as he has proven very much yesterday.”

After getting a shower and changed Amy left the gym and walked over to her car. She was surprised when she saw that someone had left her a message under the windshield wiper. Amy was really confused when she sat what the message was in fact a dvd that someone had left her there. “This can not be good.”, thought Amy when she took the disc and looked around, hoping that nobody has seen anything. She got into her car and drove home, since it was still to early to pick up her son. At home Amy went into the living room and turned on the TV and the dvd player and inserted the disc. Her heart was beating fast when she pushed the play button with shaking fingers.
 
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