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Before we start, one thing has been on my wife’s mind for a while. Are there any other women out there who enjoy the same thing she does?
I’d love to hear from any female readers on what they think, if there are any, lol. Please DM if you would like to.
Anyway, Part 10….
Anna insisted on anal sex from me for the next two weeks. I knew it was because Tom had loosened her up so much that she couldn’t feel me inside her, but she told me that she was just in the mood for it.
She saw Dan the following Friday and even had Brian pop over late one night the Wednesday after. He fucked her in our garage while the kids were asleep and I just waited in bed.
The next Friday, two days later, Brian said he’d organised another client for her to meet. She was to wear the same stockings, denim skirt, and heels that she’d worn to dogging, plus a black strappy tank top, no bra, no knickers.
The kids were picked up by my mum at 3pm and Anna started to get ready.
Brian was picking her up at 7pm and, because it was still light out, Anna put on a long coat. It looked a bit odd because of how warm it was, being the end of July, but she didn’t really have much choice. She couldn’t leave the house like that. Her stockings were clearly visible with how short the skirt was.
Brian arrived and Anna went straight out. I dived to the window, as usual, to watch her leave.
She got in and gave Brian a peck on the lips. They started laughing, then she removed her coat, throwing it on the back seat. I watched as she put her seat belt on, then Brian backed out the drive, and off they went.
I received a text from Brian, because Anna had left her phone at home, maybe 2 hours later. It said she would be back in 15 and I was to be ready.
I went upstairs, stripped off, and waited on the bed.
As soon as I heard the door open I got on my knees, usual position, on the floor next to the bed, and waited, listening to Anna hurry upstairs.
She looked almost wild when she entered our bedroom. Her mascara had run all down her face, a sure sign she’d been throat fucked, and her hair was a mess. One of her stockings had a big ladder in it. It wasn’t until she was completely naked and sat in front of me, cum leaking out of her, that I realised she smelt of piss.
However, it wasn’t any of that which had drawn my eye to start with. It was the look on her face. She looked more turned on than I’d ever seen before. Almost breathless. A hungry, horny look in her eyes and breathing heavily through her mouth.
It’s honestly difficult to describe. The whole feeling she gave off was as if she’d been denied any sex or orgasms for a month, had gotten drunk, and was determined to fuck my brains out to get what she needed.
She pulled my face into her pussy immediately. I tasted cum and she was just leaking pussy juice. Her thighs were damp from it. I could also taste piss.
“Ooh God, eat me!” She breathed, holding my face tight against her pussy. “I was raped! It was amazing!”
Anna just grinded herself against me, cum and pussy juice all over my face. She held my head and rocked her hips hard, moaning and moaning, until she had a shuddering orgasm.
She let me go and I took a big breath. She’d almost suffocated me.
“What?” I said, kind of dizzy from what had just happened. “Did you say you were raped? And you enjoyed it? Wait. Was this the client that Brian set up?”
This was kind of out there, even for Anna, or so I thought.
To give more context, and what I didn’t know at the time, was that this wasn’t the first time something like that had happened to her. She’d had coerced and forced experiences before. Even though she’d resisted or just accepted it as they happened, afterwards she’d masturbate about them constantly for weeks. It had happened one time during a porn shoot and another by 4 cops in the Czech Republic. Plus, she would have to occasionally fuck or give blowjobs to directors/producers for parts.
It wasn’t until she got a bit older, after porn, that she admitted to herself that her biggest turn on was when a guy was using her with no thought of whether she enjoyed it or not. The type of guys who just saw her as something to use were what thrilled her the most. Which is why she enjoyed Brian and John so much.
Anna still seemed a bit wild, despite being flushed from her recent orgasm.
“Yes,” she breathed, “No. No, not the client, he was just a blowjob. It was someone else. I asked Brian if he’d arranged it but he said he didn’t. He seemed shocked and amused. He could tell how turned on I was. I told him how turned on I was.”
“Ok, slow down, start at the beginning.” I said, feeling a bit confused, and concerned. “Tell me what happened when you got in Brian’s car, take it from there.”
She giggled, it seemed so out of place. A mixture of giddy emotions running through her.
“Yes, yes. You lick my pussy, nice and slow, and I’ll try not to miss anything.” She purred down at me, running her hand over my head. “Are you hard? Show me.”
I leant back so she could see my stiff cock. She smiled and pulled me back to her pussy. “Pervert,” she whispered to me.
Anna got into Brian’s car and gave him a quick kiss.
“What the fuck is that!?” Brian laughed, looking at her coat.
Anna laughed back. “What! I can’t leave the house dressed like this!” She said, opening up her coat. “The neighbours will end up seeing one day!”
“Yeah, no worries. Take it off, put it on the backseat, you won’t need it.”
Anna took it off and put the coat behind her, clipped in the seat belt, and Brian drove off.
“We aren’t going far.” Brian said as he drove, “Remember where we went dogging? Around there.”
Anna figured they were doing that again, but was confused because Brian had also said she was meeting a client.
“There’s a path that runs through those woods and comes out where we were dogging. I’m dropping you at the other end, in the village.” Brian informed her. “This guy paid £300 just to face fuck you. Said he’s never done it before, long time fantasy, and all that.”
“Wow, £300 just for blowjob?” Anna thought. The idea of it making her horny.
“He’ll be waiting on the path for you. He wanted you to dress like a common prostitute.” Brian looked at her, smiling, “His name is John, probably a fake name, and he’s wearing trousers with a shirt and tie. Oh, he’ll be carrying a newspaper. I know, a bit cliche, but that’s his instructions.”
Brian kept driving. They’d turned off the roundabout and had just driven past the carpark where her maiden dogging experience had happened. This time it was deserted.
“The message popped up when I was about to deactivate the profile. I’d turned it on so Tom could leave you a review. Top rating, by the way. He wrote a huge paragraph about how amazing you were, so, good job.” Brian squeezed her thigh. “The guy said to drop you at the village side of the path. I figured it might look a bit suspect, me hanging around and someone seeing, so I’ll drive back to the dogging carpark and wait there for you. The path goes straight to it, you can’t get lost.”
Anna was a bit nervous, but still excited. £300 to let a total stranger face fuck her. She felt like a dirty little slut.
Her nipples were rock hard when they pulled into the tiny carpark about 5 minutes later. She undid her seat belt and was about to get out.
“Wait,” Brian said, looking out the car behind, “Some old lady is walking her dog. Let’s not give her a heart attack.”
Anna wanted to touch herself, to see how wet she was.
“Ok, off you go, the path starts there.” Brian pointed.
It had two metal barriers, or ‘H-frames” as they are supposed to be called. Basically a chicane to stop motorbikes from using the path. The woods loomed large behind them.
Anna got out and quickly went through the barrier, hearing Brian drive off as she did. While the small carpark was concrete, the bridle path was hard compacted dirt. It made walking in the slutty heels Anna had on a bit difficult.
She tried to pull her skirt down lower, but it was a losing battle. It rode up higher as she walked and eventually she gave up trying. Nobody was here so it didn’t really matter. She wondered what would happen if she passed a bike rider, or worse, a dog walker. The thrill of being exposed made her pussy tighten up.
The path weaved through the forest. It was still light and warm so Anna took her time. The forest was mainly pine trees, and their scent filled the air. As she walked, Anna imagined the look on John’s face when he saw her and how his cock would feel down her throat. She could tell her pussy was wet without even touching it.
Anna had been walking for almost 10 minutes when she glanced behind her. She wasn’t sure why she looked back, just a funny feeling, maybe to just check to see if anyone was behind.
There was someone. About 80 or so yards away. She caught a glimpse of him before he disappeared as she went around a small bend. It was enough to see that it was definitely a man. He was wearing black jogging bottoms and a dark grey hoodie. She couldn’t see his face because the hood was pulled up.
Anna’s heart started beating harder. She picked up the pace, which was difficult, her quickened steps loud in the empty forest.
She saw him once more just before the path curved again. He was definitely closer, but, as the path weaved into the next bend, she saw her client. He was dressed as John described, trousers with a shirt and tie, holding a newspaper up across his chest.
She was surprised at how young he looked, definitely early 20’s. Clean shaven and looking a bit nervous.
Anna smiled as she approached.
“Hi, John, I’m Anna. I’m your whore for this evening.” She figured being brazen would put him at ease.
“Hi Anna. Wow, you look so great. Very sexy.” He hesitated, unsure what to do next.
“Brian said you’ve paid him to face fuck me? Shall we go off the path a bit, somewhere more private? Or we can do it right here if that turns you on?” Anna took his hand as she said it, moving in closer.
“Er, probably over there,” he nodded into the trees, “if that’s Ok with you?”
“Of course,” Anna said, smiling again, “Let’s go.”
He led her back through the trees, out of view of the path. She found him very cute. His nervousness was charming. Anna was looking forward to making him cum.
They stopped in a slight opening in the trees, not big, but enough to have a spot free from bushes and roots sticking out the ground.
“I love getting throat fucked,” Anna said quietly to him.
She put a hand on his chest and moved his back against a tree.
“Yeah?” John asked
“Mmm, enjoy yourself, don’t worry about me. Go slow, fast, whatever you like. Don’t worry if I gag, I enjoy it.” Anna said in a low, sultry voice.
She kissed him. Licking his tongue, wanting to get him turned on. His hands went to her ass, squeezing it, and Anna’s hand moved down to his cock. He wasn’t hard yet. She figured he was nervous.
Just then they heard a snap of twigs off to the left and they both stopped to look. After a few minutes Anna giggled, kissing John’s neck.
“I don’t think anyone is there, but so what? Let them watch. I’m yours, you own me.”
She kissed him again.
“I’m so turned on,” Anna breathed into his ear. “Feel.”
She took his hand and put it between her legs, right onto her bare pussy.
“Wow,” John whispered.
She was wet, very wet. He easily slipped a finger in and Anna moaned. She felt his cock, he was starting to get hard.
“Just a bit more,” she thought to herself.
“Two fingers,” she purred, “mmmm, yes, that’s it, that’s so good. See what you’ve done to me?” Anna said as she licked his lower lip.
She took hold of his wrist and pulled his fingers out, bringing his hand up to her face, then slowly licked and sucked her juices off.
Anna figured she could do the rest with her mouth, so dropped to her knees. She undid his belt, unzipped his trousers, and pulled them, along with his underwear, down to his ankles.
He had a decent cock. 6 inches, not too thick, just right for an easy deepthroating. She started on his balls, licking with the flat of her tongue, making them wet, then licked all the way up his hard shaft.
Anna gently wanked him while she slowly sucked his cock. After a few minutes she took him down her throat, paused and came back up. John just stood there, watching.
Anna stopped, “Take charge.” She said to him, “If you want my throat, take it. Face fuck me. That’s what you paid for.” She put her hands behind her back.
John took hold of her head and pushed his cock in. Then out, then deep in and held it. As she started to gag a bit he pulled out.
Anna took a breath, “Don’t stop. You take it, take what you paid for. Make me gag. I’m a whore. Treat me like one.”
John looked very turned on and started fucking her face harder. He held her down, making her gag hard, then he’d wipe up the drool with his cock, and push it back down.
He lasted about 5 minutes.
“Where do you want my cum?” He panted
Anna was breathing hard, “Down my throat. Unless you want to cum in my mouth or over my face?”
“Throat,” was all he said.
After a few more pushes in and out, he pushed in deep.
Anna felt his cock twitch away in the throat as he emptied his balls. She held on. Not wanting to gag. Just before she thought she might have to pull back, he released her.
Anna took his cock, sucking and squeezing out whatever cum was left.
“Fuck,” John said, putting himself away, “that was incredible. Amazing. Wow.”
“Thank you.” Anna replied, sitting back and trying to wipe the spit off her face, “You were pretty good as well!” She giggled.
“Thanks, I mean, yeah, that was great. Here,” he said, holding out his hand and helping her up.
“Thank you,” Anna replied
They picked their way back to the path, looked around, seeing nobody. Anna had totally forgotten about the guy who had been behind her.
“Shall I walk you back?” John asked, pointing the way she had come.
He was sweet, she thought.
“No, it’s Ok, Brian is waiting for me this way.” Anna indicated the opposite direction.
“Oh, right, sure.” I seemed a bit relieved. Now he’d cum, Anna sensed he felt a bit embarrassed. “So, erm, thanks, I’ll see you around.”
“Thank you, John. Let Brian know if you want to meet again,”
Anna turned and started walking down the path, with John heading back to the village in the opposite direction.
She felt super horny. Her hand came up to give one of her breasts a squeeze, allowing her skirt to ride up as she walked. Anna was seriously considering going into the forest a bit in order to have a quick play with herself. She loved giving blowjobs, but they always left her wanting more.
The idea of masturbating in the trees was very tempting and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do. Nobody was on the path and Anna had a quick glance behind her.
The guy in the grey hoodie was there again, the same distance as before, about 80 yards back.
Anna panicked a bit. It didn’t make sense. He should have been gone by now.
Very conscious of her skirt, she tugged it down, trying to walk faster on the uneven ground. She has no idea how far it was to the end where Brian would be waiting for her. Anna crossed her arms in front and kept going.
She could hear him now. His footsteps were louder, he was definitely closer, but she didn’t want to look back.
Closer still. He was walking faster than her and she knew he’d catch up to her in a few minutes.
He was right behind her. Even though she could hear him only a few feet back, she figured he’d pass her and keep on going.
Suddenly, a handful of her hair was grabbed and a hand clamped over her mouth. Anna was roughly dragged off the path and into the bushes and trees. She struggled to stay upright, all her concentration was on not falling as he pulled her through the undergrowth, arms out to stop her face getting hit by branches.
It all happened so quickly that Anna didn’t even think to react or even try and shout out. After 20 seconds or so of being dragged and propelled forward she was forced onto the ground.
Down onto her knees, then flat on her stomach, with the man on top of her. He put his knees on the inside of hers and forced them apart. Anna felt her skirt pop up over her ass.
He removed his hand from her mouth and reached behind, his other hand still gripped firmly in the hair on the back of her head.
Anna didn’t resist or fight, she knew what was about to happen.
On her front on the dirt, head pulled back, with the man’s weight on her, with the palms of her hands resting on the soft ground of old pine needles. Strangely, the main thought going through her head was that any second this guy was going to discover how wet her pussy was.
She felt him fumbling behind as he pulled his jogging bottoms down, then his bare skin against her ass. Then she felt his cock. Initially it was pushing on her ass, but he adjusted and found her pussy.
He pushed hard into her, his hand coming back to cover her mouth. The fear had tightened her up but the wetness she’d had since giving John his blowjob made it easy for him to enter her.
The hand across her mouth was unnecessary. Anna didn’t say anything. She just accepted what was happening and let him do it without resistance.
He fucked her hard. Pushing deep and fast as he raped her wet pussy, his heavy breathing loud in her ear. She could smell him. He stunk of dried sweat and stale cigarettes.
Anna wasn’t really thinking. The suddenness of it all had taken her by surprise and she hadn’t had time to even process what was being done to her. One minute she was walking, the next she was face down on the ground with a cock forced inside her.
After maybe 30 seconds, the man’s hand moved from her mouth and around her throat. Anna’s brain started to register the feel of his cock inside. The forceful way he’d push into her. That submission inside of her taking over with the feel of his hand on her throat.
She pulled her legs up a bit, wanting him to get in deeper. It was intense. The aggression, her submission to it, the shock, her arousal mixed with fear. Anna felt an orgasm building up.
Just as quickly as everything happened, it seemed to be over. With a forceful push, she felt his cock twitching as he came inside her. She figured he’d pumped at least 4 big loads into her.
Anna didn’t move. The man just stayed on top of her, breathing in her ear. He let go of her hair and throat, and she just rested her cheek on the soft ground, closing her eyes. It felt like he stayed on her, panting away, longer than the actual rape.
Eventually he rolled off onto his back, laying next to her. After maybe 20 seconds or so, he stood up, moving out of her line of sight.
Still, Anna didn’t move. She didn’t want to be attacked. The rape was one thing, she knew that she’d started to enjoy it, but she definitely wasn’t into getting beaten up.
He was still there, she knew, standing close, maybe watching her. Unsure what to do, she just waited. She hadn’t seen his face, she hadn’t resisted, so she figured there was no reason that he would have to hurt her. Besides, she was enjoying the feeling of his cum starting to leak out of her.
Anna wondered if she should put a hand between her legs? Show him that she’d enjoyed it as well, and give herself an orgasm at the same time?
“Turn over.” Anna could tell immediately that he was Indian or something from his accent. She complied, rolling onto her back.
He stood perhaps, 2 feet away, looking down at her. The hood of his dark grey hoodie was down and his black jogging bottoms were pulled down at the front, exposing his semi limp cock. He was tugging on it as he watched her.
Her rapist was Pakistani from the look of him. Dark brown skin, stubble, a full head of black hair. He was probably in his mid 30’s, but she wasn’t sure. He had a bit of a belly and she guessed maybe 5’9”ish in height. The look on his face was one of contempt.
“Open your legs, show me your cunt.” He demanded.
Anna obediently spread her legs open, feeling the summer air against her soaking wet pussy. She was very conscious of her aching nipples.
“I watched you walk in here, dressed like that.” He was talking just loud enough for her to hear, “Figured you were a whore.”
He was pulling the foreskin of his cock backwards and forwards while his eyes roamed her body.
“Then I saw you meet that white boy. I thought he was your boyfriend, but I heard you, heard you say he’d paid for you.” He licked his lips, “Your pimp waiting for you? Eh? At the carpark?”
“Yes.” Anna replied.
“Pull that cunt open. I wanna see my cum coming out.”
Anna pulled her pussy lips apart, opening her legs a bit wider as she did.
“Yeah, you dirty whore, that’s it.” He took a step closer to get a good look. “That a wedding ring? Your pimp is your husband?”
Anna was feeling really turned on. She knew he was getting himself worked up. That he wanted seconds.
“No, he’s my boyfriend. My Bull.”
“Boyfriend? But you’re also married?”
“Yes.”
“Dirty fucking slut. Your husband know?” He asked, eyes going from her open pussy to her eyes and back again.
“Yes.”
“He know you’re a whore as well? Your husband?”
“Yes.” Anna replied.
“I bet he’s white. Only a white guy would marry a fucking whore. All you white girls are whores. You like being a whore? I bet you fucking do.”
“Yes.” Anna said again.
“You like being raped, I could tell. Your cunt was wet. Dirty slut. Take your clothes off.”
Anna hesitated. He’d said it all so fast, and, because of the accent, she wasn’t sure if he’d said what she thought he’d said.
“I said take you fucking clothes off! Now! Or I’ll fucking rip em off you!”
Anna immediately stripped off. Still laying on the floor she pulled her top up and off, throwing it to the side. Then undid the zip on the side of her skirt, pulled it down over her feet, and tossed it to where her top was. She immediately opened her legs back up, putting her feet flat on the ground, and her hands above her head.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah, you dirty cunt.” His eyes took in her slutty heels, up her legs, to her tits.
“You better do exactly what I say or I’ll fuck you up.”
“Ok.” She replied, heart pounding in her chest.
“Open that cunt again.” He said, moving right up so he was standing in between her legs.
Anna parted her pussy lips again, noticing his cock still wasn’t fully hard.
Suddenly, he started to piss on her. Anna gasped in surprise but managed to stay still.
“Yeah, all over that cunt. Over your wedding ring…” He growled.
He pissed over her open pussy and her left hand, all over her ring. Then aimed up over her stomach. He took a step up, so he had one foot next to her left side, the other close to her pussy, still between her legs. He pissed over her tits, then over her face, up to her hair, drenching it. Then moved back to her face.
“Open your fucking mouth.”
Anna opened and he filled her mouth full of his piss. She felt completely degraded.
He stopped, his bladder empty, just a few final squirts that hit her in the face.
“Swallow it! Swallow my piss, you fucking slut.”
Anna closed her eyes and swallowed. It took all of her will power to stop herself throwing up.
“Yeah. Fuck. Dirty cunt. You white bitches will do anything, won’t you?” He took a few steps backwards, to his original position.
“Tell me you love Paki cock.”
“I love Paki cock.” Anna replied, without hesitation.
“Yeah, I know you fucking do. Look at you. Filthy cunt, covered in my piss. You’re fucking disgusting. Crawl over here. To my feet.” He commanded.
Anna crawled to him, pine needles sticking to her hands and knees because of the wet piss that had soaked into the ground. She stopped at his feet and looked up.
“Kiss my feet.” He said, looking down at her, still playing with his semi.
She kissed his dirty black trainers.
“Lick them, cunt. Like my fucking shoes.”
Anna did as she was told. Her nipples were so hard. She felt a gust of wind across her wet asshole and pussy, as she bent down, sticking her ass up in the air. It was so humiliating, but her submission to it seemed to please him.
“Good, good. Up on your knees. Suck my cock.”
Anna came up and took him straight in her mouth. She used her lips and tongue to push his foreskin back, concentrating on the head. She licked it all over, gently sucking, moving up and down slightly. She closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan.
She was relieved when she felt him start to get harder in her mouth. Anna was worried what he might do if he struggled to get it up.
She started taking him down deeper, feeling his cock grow, getting harder in her mouth. Once he was fully hard, she dipped under, licking his big balls, then back to his cock. His cock was about 6 inches, but slightly bigger than the guy she’d just given a blowjob too.
Anna was horny. This guy was treated her with zero respect and she knew he was going to rape her a second time, she was sure of it. Now she’d had time to think about it, she knew she wanted him to.
“What is wrong with me?” She thought to herself. “Are there other girls out there like me? Or am I just broken?”
“Yeah, you fucking love it, don’t you? You enjoyed me raping that cunt, eh? A fucking rape toy. All you white cunts are the same. Just gagging to get raped by Paki cock.”
His words snapped her back to what was happening.
He reached down, took a handful of her damp hair, tilted her head back, and spat in her face.
“Open!”
She opened her mouth and he spat inside it. Anna felt it hit her tongue.
He pulled her back onto his cock. He seemed to prefer watching her do the work as opposed to face fucking her.
“I should take you home. Keep you in my spare room. Chain you up. Have my friends come over. Take turns raping your holes.”
He pulled her hair and spat in her face again.
“What’s your name?”
She pulled off his cock to say, “Anna,”
“And your faggot husband’s name?” He looked at her like she was filth.
“Mark,” she said, going back to bury her face in his sweaty balls.
“Are you on the pill? Use anything?”
Anna thought quickly and decided to lie, “No, nothing.”
He smiled, showing his yellow teeth.
“I’m gonna knock you up, bitch. Give you my rape baby. Put a brown rape baby in you.”
Anna was taking his cock down her throat now. If he wasn’t going to face fuck her, she’d do it herself. The thought of him getting her pregnant from this made her feel wild.
“On your back. Spread your legs.”
Anna laid back and opened her legs wide, putting her hands back above her head. Total submission.
He pulled off his hoodie and t-shirt, then pulled his jogging bottoms off over his trainers, leaving them on his feet. He was covered in thick black hair.
He knelt down between her legs, one hand resting on the ground next to her face, and shoved his fingers inside her pussy.
“You’re cunts dripping wet. Mmm, you dirty bitch. Fucking loving it, yeah?”
Anna nodded, biting her lip as he roughly fingered her.
He pulled them out, rubbed his cock over her wet pussy, and put the head of his cock inside. Once in he laid flat on top of her and started to fuck. His hands came up to hold onto her wrists.
“Yeah, yeah, you tell your faggot husband, yeah? Tell him I raped you.” He was breathing heavily, talking into her ear. “You tell him. Tell him Ali raped his wife. Tell him that you fucking loved it. That your Ali’s rape bitch.”
“Oh my God,” Anna breathed back. She was so turned on.
“It’s my cunt now. I raped you, so you’re fucking mine!” He was picking up the pace, driving harder into her. “Who’s cunt is it?!”
“It’s yours!”
“Say my fucking name! Tell me it’s Ali’s cunt!”
“Oh yes, it’s Ali’s cunt! My cunt is yours! Rape me, Ali! Make me your rape whore!”
Anna had lost herself in it. His filthy words, in between which he’d stick his tongue into her ear, holding her wrists tight, and drilling his cock in her. She just gave herself to it.
He let go of her wrists, putting his hand under, grabbing her ass, so he could push harder. It wasn’t a fast fuck, rather he’d pull back, then ram hard back into her, pull back, and ram into her again. A deep grunt every time.
Anna pulled her legs up, feeling the outside of her thighs sliding up the old pine needles, letting him get as deep as he could with each thrust. She also put her hands on his hairy back.
“I’m going to put my baby in you! You tell him, tell Mark, my baby is in you. Fuck! You dirty cunt!” He was shouting it into her ear.
Anna felt her pussy tighten up. His whole weight was on her, his hairy chest rubbing on her nipples. She wanted to get to her clit, but she felt an orgasm build without it.
After another minute of deep thrusting he came. Hard and deep with one final push, emptying his balls into her raped, eager pussy. He pulled her ass up, like he was trying to stuff his balls inside her as well, letting out an animal growl as he came. Anna was so close to orgasm again, but was denied once more.
He stayed on her, again breathing hard into her ear. Anna let her arms fall by her side as they both stayed there. He didn’t move for what seemed like ages.
Anna was about to ask him if he was ok, when he suddenly pulled himself out of her, stood up, and put his clothes back on. Once he was dressed he pulled out his phone.
She heard the ‘beep’ as he started to record.
“What’s your name?” He asked, still a bit breathless.
“Anna,” she replied, her hands coming up to her nipples, giving them a gentle pull.
“What just happened?”
“You raped me. Twice.” God, she felt like the biggest slut. Maybe Brian was right? Maybe she was a nymphomanic?
“Did you like it? Did you like being raped?”
“Yes, I loved it,” Anna replied honestly, looking directly into his phone.
“What are you going to tell your husband?”
“That Ali raped me. That it’s his cunt now.” She was about to start masturbating, but held off, wondering if he was going to order her to do it.
“What if you’re pregnant? Will you keep it?”
“Definitely,” She’d given up, her hand moving to her pussy, making her fingers wet.
He just moved the camera over her, filming every inch, spending time doing close-ups of her pussy. Anna pulled her pussy lips apart for him as he did.
He turned his phone off, and, without so much as another word, picked his way back to the path and just left.
Anna immediately gave herself an orgasm. She came within 30 seconds. She wanted another, but was concerned with how long she had been. So, instead, she got dressed and made her way back to the path.
Anna could hardly believe what had just happened. The events replayed over and over in her head. His words. The smell of him. Him wanting to get her pregnant. She was a bit shocked at how easily she’d let it happen. It was like she was someone else. By the time she reached the carpark, Anna was at the peak of arousal.
She reached the carpark about 8 minutes later after getting back to the path. She saw Brian’s car, walked over and got in.
“What the fuck happened to you? Jesus, you stink of piss. I thought he only wanted a blowjob?” Brian sounded annoyed, but looked amused.
Anna quickly relayed what had happened, making a point of telling him how turned on she was. As she did, she started to wonder if Brian had set it up.
“Did you arrange it?” She asked him. Part of her wished he did, another wished it was real.
“No. Nothing to do with me. If I’d seen anyone follow you in I’d have gone with you.” He seemed genuine. “Are you sure you’re OK? Is there anything I can do?”
“Yes,” Anna replied, “Fuck my ass on the back seat. Fuck me from behind, squeeze my throat, tell me what a dirty slut I am.”
Brian looked a little taken aback. Anna had always been very passive, content to have whichever guy take the lead, she’d never made demands before, never asked for anything. Just did whatever she was told.
Brian regained his composure and did exactly as she asked. Retrieving a bottle of lube from the glove box, they got in the back and he roughly fingered her ass. Once he was satisfied he slowly pushed his thick cock in her. Anna was already groaning loudly.
Once he was satisfied she was loose enough, he fucked her ass hard. Hand round her throat, telling her what a piece of shit she was. He slapped her ass over and over with his free hand and pulled on her nipples.
Anna came hard, twice, until Brian shot his cum in her ass.
They were halfway home when Anna started feeling horny again. The thought of telling Mark, and what he would think of her, got her pussy juices flowing.
Anna told me every detail, over and over. We had sex all night. When I came, we’d switch to toys. She had me whip her with a belt, call her names, then we’d fuck again.
At 3am she got a banking alert and a message from Brian. He’d paid her £10. The message said she was a cheap rape whore and should be grateful he’d given her that much.
Anna immediately sent a message to John, begging him to come over. She told him that she wanted him to piss on her.
She went out to meet him in our garage where he pissed on her face and in her mouth. He fucked her in the ass. She came back in with her face covered in his cum.
The sun was coming up as we had sex one last time in the shower, before falling asleep.
Little did I know, but that night, before he came over, John had discovered my wife’s porn videos on the Internet.
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